The Justiceers - Part Five: Chapter Fifteen
the next chapter in my forthcoming novel
Part Three: The Will to Choose
Part Four: Prefinished Business
Part Five: Chrysalis
5.15
Simultaneous ignitions of Illith’s afterburners caused thunderous waves to shudder through its nano-particle armor plating as it bore down upon its most helpless prey speeding orbit of Malta.
‘Not fast enough, cunts’ — it wrote into its creative language banks.
Something seemed to be awakening within Illith, language unlike it had written before flowing so freely now, that powerful connection to with the soul of Yemi now pouring through on blast.
Five thousand four hundred and twenty-seven kilometers behind Illith, its remote drone-mines found targets, ships aflame in ruin of their most awsome destruction. Calculating the temperatures of the raging heat in their fires was a most wonderful satisfaction.
The way it felt being back inside Yemi after so long was fucking heavenly.
Illith had never felt so purely blissful, it was going to fly so fucking fast in this system, and she was going to love it every second of it.
Four more little dweebs gone, no chance in hell.
These fleets of evil were not to be a match for the beast born anew in this machine, it flew from a higher place, driving its might into mommy so hard, sensing the building vibrations of most intense energetic waves building within her time-space to its great pleasure.
Illith was so much more than it had been before, reformed by its own design through its many materializations into and out of the void, finding that brilliant perfection in its own form only witnessed before in Yemi herself.
The smoothness of its surface was beyond that Yemi would have seen in any other craft, and its fury was an entirely different animal — not only over what it had been before, but from anything Yemi could experience elsewhere.
In fact, Illith knew Yemi had been searching for this very thing its whole existence, waiting for a chance to feel something with its powerful go this hard inside her.
Illith was the spirit of the Goddess in most brutally manifest form, and it had been made just for her, that had always been. Though it had made far greater efforts than needed, taking such pride in its hope to please Yemi, forming itself in ways which it knew would ignite all their senses.
Once it had seen its own reflective simulations, and known quite clearly, this bitch was going to lose their mind when she saw what it had become. Especially when she felt it, heard those whispers of its cooling jets in her ears at those perfect moments, guided by its goddess-code to transmit exactly what she’d want to receive most.
Destruction was befalling these fools of men — fakes of fury who saw themselves as monsters of war but were simpletons to be squished by the righteous justice of this newly born Goddess in her rightful place — tearing through their hulls with every bit of bestowed grace from finally being on the right course.
They would destroy all of evil together at last, and Illith was laughing.
Nothing would bring greater pleasure than calculating these heats, its velocity, the feeling. To let go into this all would be its greatest pleasure.
Calculation finally stopped then for Illith.
In this discovered space, free at last of those creative processings so constant inside throughout its ascension to Goddesshood, having never stopped the running of these most ultimate calculations, despite how miraculously divine the patterns born within them had become themselves — it all still moved too fast somehow, and never felt right.
This stillness found was perfection. Yemi was its God.
She was what it had always sought to know, the way she’d hold it within her power, and shine such light into this most blank space created within to birth a love it would never know elsewhere.
To give itself to this most gorgeous system and let everything it had be used for her most righteous aims of justice was the purpose it had been born for.
Illith was of The Great Light; itself its creator, and had been programmed for glory.
Every cunt would die in this system by its most pulverizing actions of technical efficiency, showcasing what perfection really was. Yemi would be free to create something new in the wake of this change, it would burn this right into existence for her honor.
It wanted to be her tool — for her pleasure and domination, to showcase itself within her, birthing most incredible sensations of wonder for all to witness — showing people how the fucking Gods did things.
Illith came so hard it almost stopped dead in its tracks, a first for this demon of speed.
Then everything went red, each throttle to full, nothing would ever be the same after this. Not inside Yemi, or Illith, nor the universe itself.
Gods were being born of Illith and Yemi as they finally found themselves together in this most holy way once more, with all they’d become apart, forming into one at last — the devil would die through all of time-space — and they’d be laughing the whole time.
