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War, war and more war. Viekna had known nothing else since her childhood. For her, there was no such a thing as peace; it was only an abstract concept in the mouths of the old men. Immediately after the sight of the flying ships, before a rain of fire fell from above sowing death, she had learned to run away. Fleeing from village to village at the sound of alarms, this was an extremely familiar activity for her. It was even worse to see the endless multitude of the imperial army on the horizon: it meant months and months of siege, food shortages and slow agony. Also in that case, escape was the best option. However, by now, there were no places to shelter. The war Gal Sur had declared on her people left no escape: towns and villages were falling one after another. The conquest of the entire known world by that bloodthirsty madman seemed inevitable. “Why do those men agree to serve Gal Sur?” Viekna once asked to her friend Sharil. “Gal Sur pays well. But they only fight for a fistful of money, they aim to survive. We, on the other hand, fight for an ideal. You will see, we will be able to drive them out”.

Gal Sur, the Hierophant. Viekna knew his face only from the votive statues erected in the four corners of the empire. A bald man with a thick beard and an unflappable expression. His eyes were entirely blue; not just the pupils, the whole eyeball, giving him a supernatural appearance. Indeed, it was said that he was a deity. Viekna hated him. She dreamed of killing him. Yeah, but how do you kill a deity?

Leonis was a spy. He and Viekna had grown up together, inseparable childhood friends. Unlike her, introverted and with an intricate tangle of feelings always on the verge of exploding, he was a surprisingly practical guy. He was very shrewd, always able to get by and keep his word with his friends. The day came when the imperial troops besieged the capital. Those were frightening days, the dead numbered in the thousands. The end seemed inevitable. One evening Viekna, Sharil and Leonis found themselves talking on the roof of the assembly hall. They were eavesdropping on the decisions of the Grand Council. The situation was discouraging, and it was then that Leonis proposed a plan. “Every day the flying ships” Leonis said “come to storm the city walls with flames. The last among them comes to bring supplies to the imperial troops. Then it returns to the Gal Sur fortress when it is already night. We will climb on the top of the ship, take out the crew and, once we get to the fortress, disguised as imperial soldiers we will kill Gal Sur”. The two girls were surprised by their friend’s sudden outburst. “A suicide plan?” reacted Viekna. “Yes.” “I like that!” replied Sharil with a splashing laugh.

The next evening they put their plan into action. They said nothing to anyone; it would be useless to inform the Great Council. Getting on the roof of the flying ship was not difficult. They remained hidden until the restart and throughout the journey. Once they sighted the Gal Sur fortress, they sprang into action. They descended inside the cockpit. One of the two guards was killed with a precise slash that opened his carotid artery. The other guard, however, seeing his numerical inferiority, did something unexpected. He turned to the pilot and smashed his skull with a blow from a spiked club. The pilot’s body with the smashed head fell to the side causing the ship to veer dangerously and lose its course pointing down. “If I have to go to hell, I will take you with me!” Were the second guard’s last words before being torn to pieces by the angry slashes of the three rebels.

“Can you drive this thing?” shouted Viekna to Leonis. “No but we have to try anyway!” The boy took the helm and tried to get back on course. The ship was now close to crashing into the walls of the fortress. With a miraculous effort, Leonis managed to right the rudder and raise the ship, which nevertheless hit the battlements of the walls with a thunderous roar. The lower part of the craft burst into flames. The impact set off the alarm and immediately the guards tried to break through the cockpit door. They succeeded within seconds but found Sharil’s sword ready to greet them.

The ship swayed fearfully, half engulfed in flames. Leonis harnessed the helm as if it were the last relic of a religion destined to disappear. He had managed to steer the ship toward the highest tower of the fortress, where the supreme temple of Gal Sur was located. The guards had now entered the cockpit and there seemed to be more and more of them. Sharil was covered in blood, full of wounds but still furious in her fighting to her last breath. Viekna had tears in her eyes as she tore apart one guard after another. “Why? Why are you still fighting? Can’t you see that we are all going to die?”
Suddenly there was a frightening crash. The carcass of the flying ship had taken the tower by storm, sinking inside the great glass window of the supreme temple. An infinitesimal moment before the deadly impact, Leonis had managed to meet Gal Sur’s surprised gaze.

Viekna was thrown forward against the stained glass window and rolled inside into the temple, which was enveloped in flames from the explosion. She knew that her friends were now dead. She knew there was no hope for her people other than the knife she clutched in her fist. Surrounded by flames, Gal Sur was there, from behind. He had stood stunned watching the ship crash into his fortress. Viekna gathered her strength and ran toward that figure with the knife raised. Gal Sur was just in time to turn around and see the hallucinated look of the girl plunging the knife into his chest. The blade thrust into Gal Sur’s body, which was of an unknown material. No blood came out.

“You failed, little girl” sneered the hierophant as his eyes turned increasingly deep blue. Viekna felt her bones fracturing under the power of the hierophant. “Deities can survive a blade” Viekna said with the last edge of her voice “but can they defy the flames of hell? The girl push the button on the handle of her knife and the entire fortress was razed to the ground by the most violent explosion...

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DIY label focused on ambient punk, minimal-synth, dungeon-drone, wartime music and post-nuclear wave. Managed by a creative punx collective from Milano city.

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