The Justiceers - Part Four: Chapter Seventeen
the next chapter in my forthcoming novel
The Justiceers
by Daphne Garrido
Part Three: The Will to Choose
Part Four: Prefinished Business
4.17
The Artimus was preparing for all out war.
Nothing would be the same after the coming battle, each last part of Miriam Halafax’s intuition knew it, this changed everything; forever. This galaxy, the universe — Yemi, Arthur, and herself — would all be transformed most completely by this doing.
It was more than a fight — there was an alchemical work in process of most ultimate decree, a release of horrors held inside their souls for eons, demons of others which didn’t belong for another moment of their precious time — this would come to an end at longest last.
The fighter squadrons were preparing in simulation, everyone was awake, The Artimus was humming in glowing golden aura so visible to Miriam. A most divine system which she’d been blessed to be a part of building was showing off, coming together better than her mind or desires to control could’ve ever done by their own petty mechanisms. Her actions, the words she’d now speak, the energy she poured into her makings, were coming straight from beyond — a power in them she’d not wish to let go of, something inside her born beyond even the Goddess — a power of light the like of Admanium themself, perhaps that oneness in their own — she’d not know or care when what poured through her was of such plain goodness and coded with clearest of patterns awakening for all who would come to take part or witness its glorious revolution.
Miriam had known it when she was building this place somehow, deep inside, but seeing in manifest in front of her eyes at last would not be something she believed — this work she’d undertaken on behalf of her Arthur would change every soul who it came to touch. There was more light within the hallways of this fortress in the stars than any of like had held before. Bearing plainest means to see the wholeness of spirit itself within the one who witnessed its ways. Those who came here would be changed towards themselves without any effort of their own, and the whole of this universe would be better for it by the end.
Something in Miriam Halafax knew the impossible.
She was saving Omirion, and it wasn’t just her, lifetimes throughout the fabric of the universe were converging on some timeless precipice of greatest choice and consequence.
This may have concerned Miriam, perhaps leading into some induced state of anxiety or worry that the worst may come to pass, yet her control over this situation and the demons within herself was absolute — the way she’d hear the truth so clearly now, and it wouldn’t take a second thought for her to take the next right step — she knew they were going to win this war with evil, and the bitch was goddamned right.
It was already fucking won.
While evil itself was bearing upon Yemi, Grammaton had been changing in ways which Admanium would only whisper of. The Artimus and its fleet of extra-dimensional support beings would resist in whole this force of destruction so pending arrival, its interweaving lattices of connection between the countless conscious minds of high intelligence calling it home, the internal systems of divinely bestowed technology, each fighter and its pilot so woven into the fabric, along with every righteous soul onboard, and Miriam Halafax herself — nothing could stand in their way, not a single devil would live in the cosmos without healing by their light.
At last, the beginning of the end of terror had come to this universe.
Lifetimes Miriam now understood so deeply as connected to Arthur and herself, their near infinite expressions of love for one another across so many planets in time, all had moments like this. Great places of shifting energy where The Justiceers within were born to fruition, and tides of swiftest and most colossal transformation swept from their healing vibrations into the worlds and galaxies surrounding them.
All of this love, all the pain which it birthed in face of this cruelest universe which held people so far apart through misunderstanding and perceived difference, the devil’s it created by its pain born from the confusion of it all, these people they had been would come together in their lives, pouring all that energy back into this moment where everything would change for all of time.
The souls of Justiceers had always borne this purpose alone, those two so tied to the beginning of time, upon a most special world of origin; Pedeirò.
They had always been fighting for the future — for heaven itself — Omirion.
This battle would be won, the future would be saved, and every soul in each lifetime sharing this greatest endeavor would be rewarded by splendorous abundance after their point of this timeless nexus, powers born within each to change everything around them effortlessly towards harmony.
It had always been done. Never had this result been in question.
Fate had predetermined this conclusion, it was Admanium’s great plan.
Only now, having purified herself through such witnessing of all demons and light within her alike, did Admanium allow the truth to come through for this one woman who’d endured so much hurt and trusted them so entirely with her heart and life, empowering Miriam at longest last to release her final fear; that she’d not see Arthur again.
Of course she fucking would.
He would witness what she was at last. She was saving their heaven for them, bringing more light to Yemi than it had seen in all its time before, and she was looking fucking great doing it.
Miriam Halafax was a Queen, a Goddess, and the best damn lay anyone would ever have the luck to find beside them in this universe — she always had been, and she was all fucking his, that man’s alone — no other would lay a hand upon Miriam for the rest of her time in this universe, she was the siren of his light, and he would come to see this as the blessing of highest order it was in time.
She knew Arthur Katrinus more than that bitch knew himself, and a guy like him wouldn’t pass up something this deliciously divine, there was no way in hell.
That much had been written.
