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‘Father Iscariot, I’m sad to report the increased amount of attacks delivered by the Cyber Ghosts. I worry for the safety of this colony. Please reply as soon as possible. Sister Margot.’ It was posted on a blue city wall that was stationed next to the city hall's offices. Along it was a goldenrod paper, across it was a wanted sign. It was made in clean white paper. ‘Colony alert! Mysterious killers strike again! If you have the whereabouts or the identities of which they may be, please report back. Thank you. Local Federation Police Chief Zenigata.’ Andaimo is not a young world, yet one close look would most likely have convinced anyone that it was. In the last era most if not, all technological advances were lost in what seemed to be an endless-war. Since the world has gone though much change, some came from the Consciousness Revolution. Great discoveries have been made and, new ages are looking brighter every day.
Yet there are those who don’t see the good in this and wish to reject the ever changing world, those individuals have done everything in their power to stop mankind from further evolution.”
A man screamed only five streets away from the city-hall next to the Un-Church great cathedral, Ævon Cathedral. Ævon Cathedral is a new age masterpiece designed and created by Ezekiel Flaming. It contains a total of nine hundred and ninety-nine towers. Each tower constructed uniquely by using nanomachines to alter their shape, color, and sizes. Within the sixty-sixth tower, the ebony-replica gothic structure, in that very tower a meeting is in place now. Those in the meeting are Matriarch Ysabella III, Father Gen and Brother Joachim. Ysabella III, being the most beautiful member of the Un-Church, was showing her long red hear and golden eyes. She wore an oceanic-blue dress with several white crosses engraved into it. She had contributed more to the Un-Church than any other member had ever done in there lives. She had provoked the Great Awakening within the nations. If it had not been for her, many of the members would have been lynched and the Un-Church lost forever.
Father Gen, an ancient man with shadows under his eyes and only a small strand of silver hair, came to speak about the argument. “Today we come together to question the actions and methods that Brother Jericho has taken while his stay in our cathedral.” Brother Joachim stood from his antique wooden chair, and begun to work around the circular meeting room. Joachim was a tall prophet, which fallowed the color scheme of black and red. His facial appearance portrays an elderly man, which represents his sea of vast knowledge, yet he was no elder for he was only nine years old. Joachim was one of the many byproducts, his style resembling that of a trusting elder men. Joachim voice was wise and deep, making the room tremble.
“Like before, gentlemen and my lady, I subject that we first acknowledge all the key points in Jericho’s life. He is a well disciplined young man; we need more like him around. Plus our institution is a non-profiteering united community, we must no--I resign we CAN’T leave anyone behind no matter what they have done.”
Joachim stops at the stone chimney, which reradiated bright red flames from it mouth. Ysabella closed her delicate golden eyes, and sunk into a pool of thoughts. Still with her eyes closed she spoke.
“Jericho is a difficult man to deal with, but I believe his intentions are pure as his heart. There are too many ends in outs for me to speak right of him. So I must allow Father Gen, who contains knowledge of Jericho’s life, to introduce his knowledge. Then my judgment will be veridical.”
As her speech came to an end, she turned to face the table now with open eyes. From the table she reaches out to grab a cup of hot fresh, Over Pass Crimson orange tea. In the exact moment Joachim pulls a pair of old glasses from his pocket and quickly blew on them, followed by scrubbing the fingerprints from the lenses. In that instant Father Gen pulls a small black book from his purple garments, which he wore as head of the right branch of the Inquisitor Order within the Un-Church.
"Please forgive me, for this information comes not from my file, but rather from Father Iscariot left branch Dark Millennium. As the one of the last remaining Earls of Millennium, Farther Iscariot’s knowledge greatly surpasses that of mine. The boy we refer to as Jericho is truly named Jericho Silvia Cortess; he was the youngest son of Maria Cortess and Everguisto Cortess. The two well known rich play-boys had an older son, Warren Rosario Cortess, which the public was neither allowed to see or know about. It seemed like some type of dark feeling was building within Warren, that took him to kill both of his parents, and take the family fortune, but not before dropping off his mentally scarred younger brother at his uncle, Rogelio Dolores Cortess‘, house.”
Joachim now wearing his reading glasses and preparing to light a soft brown pipe, spoke in a tone of voice that no one had ever heard before, on will with anger, confusion and rage.
“That’s preposterous! The Cortess’ having another child, who they never spoke off, and that child, Jericho’s brother, the killer! How do you speak me to believe a child could bring himself to kill his own fathers?!?”
Ysabella seem greatly distressed about the situation, it was no longer a case of a madman, now the case of a killer, who no one had even heard of before.