Holy Sword
a radioplay
Holy Sword
by Ophelia Everfall
Content Warning
Benefactor Three. One. Two! Three righteous cheers for glory—my comrades.
The auditorium was full. People were seated. None knew of the plot about to fall.
Benefactor I am your chosen God. Believe that! Believe me.
Two adults in the shadows rested on their balcony, sipping scotch, holding a private conversation between the two of them. The Benefactor was known to elucidate most profundi.
Benefactor I can see! You are. But you are not what you are. Children! Men. Every last one of you. And you need me. I’m the one you want most too, so this an excellent happening.
Never had the upstart king been great with their words. It took many to explain little, and the people were used to it.
Benefactor You! Not you—you! You might not have heard. Our enemy spits on my name. They call us slanderous things. They were mean! I am nice. We—are nice. Kindness is weak! I didn’t deserve it. I really didn’t deserve it. None of us do.
Leslie and Oben were losing interest of the stage from their private balcony.
Oben Oh, I need a taste, Les. I need some coke.
Les That sounds nice, honey. I’m glad I have cigarettes. How much longer do you think they’ll go?
Oben I don’t care. I’m just gonna take a bump right here.
Oben leaned forward, squeaking an empty chair nearer, removing a small container from his jacket pocket, pouring a line on the chair’s arm.
Benefactor We have a slut problem. Sluts are a problem. Sluts I say! Sluts. Horny, horny sluts. Too many whores are corrupting our children. Who is the problem?
The Benefactor’s body squirmed from their rear up through their belly in felt remembrance.
Benefactor Plugs should be used. Always and forever. We plug. Plugs are to be used! Use your plugs!
Les I love that part.
Oben snorted the line as high and deep as he could. He was clearing his throat, gagging, and swallowing through it immediately.
Benefactor I hate queers more than anyone. They’ve just been broken by our faulted society. You hate them too, but you don’t, yet I know. I too. You do! They show our children what we’ve made them. No longer!
Oben looked pale. He was still chortling, trying to clear his throat.
Les You okay, dude?
Oben I don’t know anything anymore.
Benefactor They use the plugs. But more! Their hands go in. They kiss the privates. They are—inserting. They make mistakes! They blame each other for the smell. They preach of consent, but decisions made are of split seconds! They get right up in the butthole and it’s disgusting. I hate it. I hate it more than anything. You do too! Wash your hands! Keep your tongues inside your mouth!
Les Yeah, dude. We all hate that so much.
Oben took a second, longer line.
Benefactor All who are here and listening to me now are of righteous breeding. Feel the correctness—of us. Understand. It is the becoming of our souls we embody while restrained from the brown place. Be gentle! Be gentle with yourself. It’s too poopy. We only ever use the front, and do not touch or taste. That is our way. That is our creed. We use the plugs!
Oben Fuck, girl, I’m so hot. I’m gonna fuck you with my mouth.
Oben crawled over towards Les, who lifted up her dress and allowed him to disappear his head beneath its canopy.
Benefactor Pornography! Don’t do it—just don’t. We don’t like that. Do not encourage those children. They’re too incorrigible. Protect the children from monsters—please.
Les There yah go, sweetheart. That’s my guy. Get it good. Okay—get it good.
Benefactor Straight! We love nothing more than our husband. Husbands all! That is the only way.
Les They’re saying I’m your husband, Obie. Do you like that?
Oben Mhm.
Lifting up the lower-portion of her dress, Les found the furry back of Oben’s head between her legs and softly ran her hand through its fuzz.
Les How does my little husband-dick taste, big guy?
Oben Mmm.
Benefactor We thank our forefathers—read my book—The Book. And we teach each other of what it says. Everything is correct, and you understand. You hear me. Go to school and believe what you are taught. Knowledge comes from elders. You have no will to think for yourself. Admit that. Admit it. Please, just admit that.
Les Oh—god. This is the shit, dude.
Les leaned her head back.
SHOT RINGS OUT
The crowd began murmuring as the rifle’s echo boomed throughout the auditorium. Les opened her mouth just a hair.
Oben (lifting head) What was that?
Les Oh god—who cares, dude. I’m almost there. Keep going for me.
Les used her hand to push him back.
Oben Galp.
On stage, the Benefactor was sporting their long rifle. They’d shot once into the crowd.
Benefactor Whoever is dying out there! You deserved it. Yes. It’s true. True!
Nodding, placing the rifle beside the podium, the Benefactor sported a growing smile. He was watching the people squirm. Some throated gargling, and a crying voice was hidden beneath the crowd’s chittering.
Les This is it, honey. I’m almost there.
Oben …
Slurping and sloshing was emergent from beneath Les’ yellow dress. She was letting go. She was waiting for that final fated cord of truth from the Benefactor to release. She’d been waiting for it all night long. She’d been building towards it through that time. Her body was shuddering, shaking, convulsing in contraction, face aimed steadily towards the Benefactor. Her cock was stiff and enlarged within Oben’s mouth. Les then began to cum.
Benefactor I want you to listen to me closely. We are alright. Kill the fags! Kill them dead. Destroy the darkfiend! Fuck them. Women are a lie! They die in our new world now! Man is God! Watch me roar!
The Benefactor lifted palms into claw-shaped-hands.
Benafactor Rawr!
