The Art of Genocide

Genocide- Killing with no mercy; killing with the will to destroy a particular group of people completely.

Brutal he was, his power spanned from this corner to that corner, but a child was born from a heathen tribe and created an uprising. This upset the dictator. King Kush, was his name.

“You have stood tall through it all, King Kush the great, now tell your generals what you desire,” Sir Dash said.

King Kush took his position.

“My people tip over in their wine. They have become weak and fragile in their wealth. The Gods gave me a dream to cleanse the land last night.”

These words got Sir Dash’s attention, “Is that what you want?”

Kush took a walk to his window to observe the land.

“I hear my men have grown jealous of me, and what is this symbol the heathen tribe is carrying around?”

“It’s a cross. They have created a new God to worship because they feel that you have deprived them of their freedoms,” Sir Dash explained.

“Do they not know that God speaks through me. Don the black garments, I understand what the dream meant, at sunrise, if little Lilly does not allow the sunlight through the clouds, then a dark death will be unleashed to cleanse the land.” Kush replied.

“What about the women and their children?”

Kush pointed to a scar on his face that one of his concubines had given him.

“They caused this mess, now they too must suffer.”

Word had spread quickly about Kush’s plan to cleanse the land and the people had grown weary. Drug smugglers, thieves, and robbers began collecting their last spoils to skip town.

Standing on a hill, the town watched as a group of men stood on a mountain in black robes on black horses. Kush watched from his balcony to see if little Lilly was going to let the sunlight in.

Little Lilly was his daughter who died at the hands of the heathen tribes. Kush believed that she was a sacrifice to the sun God because he had shown to much mercy on matters that he did not accept. In deep thought, Kush would wake up every morning to see his little girl shining through the clouds but this particular morning was different. 

Kush’s army stood and awaited his command. Watching the sun come through the clouds, Kush noticed something different, he noticed a black rainbow reflecting from his soldier’s ready to carry out his genocide in the morning sky. Spellbound, he saw his daughter walking from the clouds.

“Father, there has been enough bloodshed. Our God gives me back to you as a gift to save our people from genocide.” Lilly explained to her father.

The entire nation of Kush became humbled at the sight of seeing Lilly given back as a gift from the Gods. They threw away their heathen symbols only to witness the true power of their God. A God of mercy, a God of strength, a God of life, and most of all, a God of peace. The land of Kush had been reborn, saved from genocide by the risen daughter of King Kush.

The Art of Genocide had now been painted with a brush of divine mercy.

Little Lilly was now Immortal, a virgin princess reborn to purify her people. 

Reborn to save them from genocide.

The End.