Die, Fractus, die!
“I will greatly enjoy your demise, mammal, and that of all your kind. I’ll rid my universe of your pathetic species, O little ‘god.’ But in retrospect, I must thank you for yourhospitality, unwilling and unwitting as it’s been. You’ve been so kind as to have me as your guest. I’m touched.”
“So this little universe you’ve created will make a lovely base of operations once I’m finished with you. So, be so considerate as to expire, won’t you?” Dasaelos Gurao casually closed his massive scaly hand around the throat of his victim, lifting the battered, enervated form of the Fractus to eye level at his height of three meters.
The Fractus struggled weakly, still barely alive, desperately trying to grip the massively muscled forearm of his assailant, to try to breathe. Dasaelos had used a hypershard cloaking system and caught the Fractus unawares in his sanctuary pocket universe, and the rest followed from there.
The reptiliaform giant squeezed, tightened his grip until he felt his victim’s windpipe give, and heard the neck vertebrae give a satisfying Pop! Even the medical functions of his hypershard couldn’t save the Fractus from a crushed windpipe and broken neck.
He had already begun turning blue in the face. The old man’s form went limp, as his hypershard struggled uselessly to repair the damage while the alien warlord maintained his grip.
In moments, Dasaelos looked into the dead, staring eyes of the Fractus, squeezed one more time, just to make sure, and dropped the body to the floor in a heap. A booted foot crunched ribs and collar bone, for good measure, as the giant stepped onto and over it.
He activated a neutrino-com implant in his three throats with a sequence of rumbling bass tones, and contacted his underlings.“This is your leader. Zero in on my signal and teleport me home at once. The hunt has been brilliantly successful. The Fractus is dead, and we now have a useful new place to continue our operation. Send in a crew to dispose of the body, and to destroy the dangerously damaged hypershard residing in its skull. I want a building crew and machinery in here as well to construct our new base. Over and out.”
This day, the warlord thought to himself, I have earned the title Killer of Gods. I foresee glorious slaughter of the hairless apes overrunning the galaxy, and it shall be good.
Copyright © Troy David Loy, 2018
Troy David Loy is an eternal student, a writer, and blogger owned by two cats, Ricky and Eccles. He is co-author with Miss Sharmishtha Basu of two published books, and solo author of three books on Amazon for Kindle, with a fourth book on the way.
He lives with his family and values his friends, family, and the flourishing and the well-being of his species in dangerous times.
He seeks one overarching goal: to help make the world a better place in his own tiny, drop-in the- ocean way, one piece of fractal artwork, essay, or story at a time. He battles the Forces of Darkness™ from his secret volcano lair in Virginia as Troythulu while his eldritch tentacled servitors from beyond time and space keep the lab in good condition.
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