The Divine Evil

              𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙐𝙀

Most of us are religious in some or the other way, it doesn't solely mean God but everything you have dedication towards. Many of us blame God for what we are, where, and how, whereas some accept all of these. Wearing God as a facade for performing illegitimate activities behind it leads to collateral damage - and that's what gave rise to a death-symphonic situation in an isolated town of America. 

       ◦•●◉✿BEFORE THE REIGN✿◉●•◦

𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙴, 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚃, 𝚄. 𝚂. 𝙰

The smallest town was more silent than the steam engine's big horn, not that it got wiped out but because of their peaceful nature. People exchanged smile while passing by.

Men and Women hurrying down to work and children's planning their future at school. 

The poultry farms and fields of long grown wheat, barley and lot more things made it clear that the town never slept with an empty stomach. They lived less like strangers but lot more like a family.

The entire population of the town was in connection to a church built at the exact center.

Its priest, Abraham Kevinsky who had been there since a long time while he preached the town. 

Which obviously made sense that the town was being preached by the blessed hands, as well as they perceived him as their God. As a well-mannered, sane, and religious people populated the town, there were less than zero criminal activities since its development. As well as, after a decade they didn't even have the need for police or any other governmental support. 

In the mid-morning of a Sunday, there were knocks on the doors of the entire town with a news standing at the threshold, conveying the untimely demise of their priest. The physical evidence of his death proved that he poisoned himself and was found lying next to his dinner table with a few pills clenched in the fist. The pills that weren't available anywhere in the town, but outside of it. Also, there were rumors of a strange person who visited him in the dead of that night.

A couple of months after his death, the doors of the town hit the knocks again, but this time with something else yet strange. 

A mid-aged man with a Bible in his left hand holding close to his chest, a perfectly shaped black beard like a "V" hanging off his jaws, middle parted hairs about his shoulder-length, and simple light colored suit over his slim yet fit body and a blue-black eyeglass. 

Walked door to door with a constant set of words on his tongue.

"Lord is great, he is infinite that's why it took a book to let you know about him. Here, accept this bible, I'll preach you the right way. He is present everywhere, in many forms, in you, in me. He has come in the form of a pure human at your doorstep, to provide you the service of his compassion. Please make an appearance at the church if you need his light. " All the time, with exact the same words and no ramblings. 

Very soon, each and every person in the town was aware of him and his car, Camry which was painted with the religious quotes on its doors. Townspeople weren't sure about their feelings towards him. Due to his inappropriate appearance, they felt that he was a fraud and knew nothing about the preaching and religious stuff and somehow wants to break our pockets empty. 

As the townspeople were religious and followed their preachings, they gave this man a chance to introduce himself though they had a thought of ignoring him in the first place, but he was spending his nights at the church all by himself and they never agreed to let a stranger or even if it were someone who belonged to the town itself to stay in there without any spiritual purpose. 

Townspeople decided to make an appearance at the church one day, when they had their days off also called out to be their "Church Day", which was obviously a Sunday. 

Townspeople woke up only to lend him their ears and marched towards the church early that morning, letting their kids sleep and keeping aside the thinking of taking a rest just because they were too kind-hearted, but this world is not the right place for such people. 

People first gathered outside the church and began entering inside one after the other. 

They settled down while few of them stood outside because the church was big enough to hold a massive crowd but not at once though. 

The crowd began murmuring about the man who hadn't appeared since half hour and made the people about to leave making them wonder he was gone. Suddenly, a voice echoed throughout the walls of the church from the entrance. 

"Good Morning! Devotees." He said with his deep, manly and bold voice, standing at the entrance. 

"I know that I owe you a high time apology for my late arrival but first I'd like to make a confession that I was waiting for the devotees to arrive first and settle down properly because you are more important. " He said while walking in towards the podium. 

The crowd immediately was impressed by his words. And then the man went behind the podium, and started to speak ahead. 

"When I first went down the doors, I saw the need of a person on your faces, the need for someone who could lift you and show you the path to righteousness of God. Some of you did tell me about the priest whose death shook you all hard. Maybe there is something behind all of us which haunts and ends us at the edge. There is always a plan in the head of God, his death might be a time for my entrance as your leader. " He could've won their faith by finishing at the last line but... 

"Believe me as your God, I'll protect you from the hell. Chant my name, Pray to me. " And drew himself into a trouble

The crowd became furious as they stood up from their seats and started to yell at him. 

"What a shiggati hell! Hey, you take those words back." Someone from the crowd yelled at him. 

"Get the hell outta here you clickbait, go find someone else to lick your shoes. " Another one joined the voice. 

"What do ya think, huh? We're gonna do that? Well, go to hell. Jeez!! He's a retard. " Supported by another one. 

"Yeah, throw him out of here. " The atmosphere inside the church threw blazes.

Two bold men from the crowd ran towards him and picked him up by both of his arms. He was shaking his legs and arms in a way to get away from them. The crowd separated as they took him through it with his back exposed to the beatings and spits of the furious crowd. He was then rubbed and rolled over into a sludge, other people kicking on his face and abdominal areas, spitting on him, he was crying loud and apologizing for it, but they still went harder overall.

"God will forgive us but not you because we did the right thing. " The townsman said, pulling him out of the sludge by his collar.

"Now get your butt out of this town and never look back or else you'll be graved inside the church itself. Get off!! " The townsman warned him, his faces completely blended in sludge except for his white eyes wide open looking back at him in agony. Pushed him on the ground back again and the place emptied out as the townspeople measured their way back home. 

The man was beaten up above the hell that he couldn't move his arm, he went unconscious. The next time he opened his eyes, it was evening- a day longing unconsciousness. He struggled to get up so, he began crawling down slowly, bearing the aches. The body screamed in pain with every forced he applied to crawl back to his car at the backside where the priest used to stay. 

He somehow managed to get back into the car and turned on the ignition, the vision was blurry like fog resting before his eyes. Putting onto the first gear and slowly pressured on the gas he was on the roads of the town which would lead him to the evacuation point. He stumbled, the car was in zigzag motion, the eyes couldn't recall their vision no matter how hard he tried to clear out the blur. Out of stress, he paddled harder on the accelerator and the car ended up running into a poll. 

After the car collided with the poll, he fainted on the seat with his forehead bleeding remorselessly. In the meantime while he lied faint, the sun got settled and the night grew cold. 

He gained the consciousness back, it was dizzy, the darkness was spread all over the town except for the headlights as if there was no electricity. Opening the door he saw that the petrol was leaking from underneath the car, the petrol tank was impacted. So, he decided to go on foot as it seemed was nearly a mile before leaving the town.

He walked and walked and walked, stumbling and falling and fainting. After a long distance covered, a strange sound was heard. 

"BOOOOM!!!! " There were tri-blasts heard in the distance, smoke along with the fire was seen touching the sky through the trees. It was his car which got blew up by the leaking tank.

"May this town burn in fire. " He murmured within and finally left the town. From which an innocent human once made an entry with a positive aim. 

Next morning, a few townspeople found his car all burnt up and thought that he had died in an accident. They felt sorry for him and unintentionally spread the word about his passing and continued to believe his rumored death.

             ₳₣₮ɆⱤ ₮ⱧɆ ⱤɆł₲₦

𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗦 𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥... 

One day, the town got an outage in their communication facility. Telephones, radios, televisions were transmitting just the white noise and hisses. When the repair team dug into the issue they found nothing unusual but in fact said that the maintenance might be the cause of disruption and would take a while. The townspeople weren't concerned much about the issue but technically, the town was in an isolation because of it which meant that the town could not establish a connection to other countries and overseas making it an unknown place on the earth. 

𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐

At a very unusual time, a group of sirens wailed loudly through the silent atmosphere in the distance which spread in a very horrifying manner, even before the cock was about to alarm the morning. People thought it might be the ambulance or the communication facility must've resumed. 

Windows cracked open and the people encountered a queue of heavy vehicles, large trucks loaded with weapons and ammunitions, about hundreds of them in harmony speeding towards the center of the town, the sacred place where a man was beaten up once. Townspeople were curious about this situation early that morning, the entire town was awake due to the loud screams of the siren. Everyone was up on their windows wide open, peeping out at the herd of uninvited guests. 

Those vehicles were seemingly haunting based on their designs and the tires left a good trace of them on the sand behind, throwing dirt all around as if they're riding in a deserted area. 

The vehicles circled around the church and eventually took a halt at the actual destination, it was a massively great circle made out of auto motors surrounding the church. People at their window ledge, got afraid of what might happen next and the moment when the vehicle doors opened, they were shocked.

Hundreds of men and women in a glittering black pants and violet colored t-shirts, getting off their vehicles. Some of them were jumping out the big trucks too with big loaded guns held in arms. 

"𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙃𝘼𝙄𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝘼𝙑𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙍... 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙃𝘼𝙄𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝘼𝙑𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙍..." They all chanted out loud at once, pointing the guns up high at the horizon and ran by spreading all over the town along with some trucks. 

Townspeople realized it's the trouble they've been looking at and locked their doors and windows, they could hear the speeding steps approaching their doors. 

They banged the doors with the guns when they won't open and broke in, and forced them to get along with them. When they disagreed to do the same, they were dragged out of their house by snatching their hairs while some were beaten unconscious and dumped remorselessly into the trucks while some of them were dragged to the church directly. The sound of thousand screams filled into the silence there was before. 

The person inside the church gazed at his members bringing the townspeople to him with a continuous loop of his hail on their tongue. 

They reached the point, released the hostages from their trucks and positioned them to stand on their knees. It was a massive crowd of people, the whole town was brought onto the knees. 

"𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙃𝘼𝙄𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝘼𝙑𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙍... 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙃𝘼𝙄𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝘼𝙑𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙍... " They chanted while shooting bullets in the air. Suddenly on somebody's signal, everyone went silent. 

"We are here our savior, light us with your presence. Your command was accomplished. "

A member said in a high voice to the person inside. 

After a few seconds, he appeared by opening the doors and presented himself to the kneeling crowd before him. Shivers trembled down the spine of the townspeople when they saw him. 

It was that fake priest who tried to preach the town but got thrown out months ago. 

"𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙃𝘼𝙄𝙇... " The members bowed before him. 

"Today is a special day, for me, for my family and the for this town... " He said with his hands expressing the words. 

"Now that I and my family is here for the good of this place, I shall now provide faith and love and compassion over this town. I've seen their hospitality towards me and now it's my turn to pay my debt back clean and neat. " He said while the members distributed the lockets to the hostages.

"Accept me as your God and I'll save you. Rage against me and I'll do what he never chose to do."

By these words he didn't ask the townspeople to praise him but built a necessity for them.

"As you are about to step on our path to follow my preachings, I also need you to do the same with some of my rules.

1. I need my new family to always keep wearing the locket. 

2. The roads shall stay clear post sunset. 

3. Usage of profanity is prohibited. 

4. You can't reject my demands and commands.

5. The entire town has to visit the church every weekend for my preachings." The rules were just the facade over a single outcome upon their violation-Death. 

"And if any of those are violated by any individual, that person will be found hanging, slaughtered on that billboard. " He pointed at the billboard which had a yellowish colored screen with white lights spotted that stood half a kilometer from the church. 

"We'll make this place more like paradise, less of sin and more of good deeds, I promise a huge wave of progress in upcoming years until and unless there are no breaking of rules. My devoted, my new members. I introduce you my cult, my name is 𝙇𝙊𝙍𝘿 𝙍𝙀𝙑𝙇𝘼𝙍 and together we are... 

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙊𝙈𝙎. " He praised his cult. 

The town was left with no other option but to choose to accept his proposal. Lord Revlar gave orders to the cult to take control over each leaf that falls off the tree and count the dirt that rests on the ground. 

The phantoms created a fortress at the outskirt of the town with guards eyeing 24/7 and barricade the entrance making the town completely invisible to the outsiders. 

In order to express their gratitude and faith towards Lord Revlar, a statue of him was built before the church which later stroke a thought in his head. He demanded his name, preachings, quotes and his portrait to be displayed at each and every door, walls, mountains and trees within the town to keep his existence alive and burning warm in their hearts. And about the communication issue they had in the beginning? It was their strategy to keep the town from getting help through any means.

2 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁: 𝙳𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙻𝙰𝚁

Two years had passed and not a single break of rules were encountered until that one morning. 

The morning that shook the hell out of the townspeople when they saw the billboard with two dead bodies of a young boy and a lady hanging naked by the rope with their guts gauged out of their stomach, rotten red blood dripping off. The predators began surrounding them after weeks while during night it would haunt the windows of the houses. 

The actual reason for their infliction was known when the Sunday gathering arrived. The young boy was punished because he misbehaved and abused the members of the phantoms whereas the lady was charged of violating the first and second rule at once. It was obvious of people being afraid about the incident as far as they were a normal, non-violent souls. Townspeople were sick of being treated like hostages in their control, and they couldn't take it any more further. 

Without anymore caring about their lives on the beautiful morning of a Wednesday, they protested against Lord Revlar and his cult over the streets, littering the roads by paper, plastics and stopped by the church with the writings on their posters saying "𝘾𝙍𝘼𝙋 𝙍𝙀𝙑𝙇𝘼𝙍", " 𝙇𝙊𝙍𝘿 𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙏-𝙇𝘼𝙍 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙎", "𝙃𝙊𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝙑𝙇𝘼𝙍 𝙃𝙊𝙀".

Revlar got interrupted during his prayer and saw them through a crack in the window, the entire town was gathered outside the church and the phantoms were trying hard to keep them off by shooting up in the air but people didn't flinch an inch as they counted on their unity. Revlar lost his mind when he noticed that lockets weren't around the neck but on their feet as well as profane language mocking him and the cult. Townspeople by respecting their earlier preachings decided not to enter the church with the posters.

A cult member bolted inside and asked Revlar for his permission to shoot everyone. As death was the punishment for violating the rules, Revlar couldn't give the phantoms a nod to kill everyone because he had already planned a strategy to handle this since the start. He always knew that the town would once retaliate, but was not sure the day would be coming soon. 

Instead, Revlar contemplated and decided to have a conversation with the crowd. He opened the door and walked out. The crowd went silent. 

"I'm aware that I've gone too far, I realize that. I'm not furious about your actions. " Revlar spoke in front of the crowd with an expression of guilt hovering on his face. 

"Neither do i nor you have to wage a war. We were the origin and we will conclude it. " The crowd focused on his words. 

"I've decided that we shall begin our preparation for evacuation from this town. " He announced with a smile on his face. 

"We are leaving in the dawn" He made the cult aware by speaking in a low voice. 

"Lord! What ar--" The phantoms questioned Revlar. 

"We. Are. Leaving. This. Town. Next morning. Do y'all understand? Prepare the evacuation. " He ordered the phantoms in a loud and furious manner and interrupted their question. 

Where townspeople began to celebrate the news, more of their freedom there were the phantoms who were in total confusion following the decision of leaving. 

"Lord Revlar?!?! What's going on inside your head? A moment ago you were the king and now? Don't forget that we once were the townspeople too. " The cult manager asked Revlar on his behavior in front of the crowd. 

"Save yourself some energy, phantom. I don't fall under those species who nod on others instructions. God always have plans for his children...I have too, for them. " Revlar spoke in a calming voice, without any anger on his tongue. 

The cult manager stood silent, controlling anger over his head. 

Revlar had something on his mind and still he didn't exposed it, not even to the phantoms. 

"I order you to start the distribution of my farewell gift throughout the town and make a count that it reaches each and every doorstep. Instruct them not to open it. " He ordered the cult manager. 

The farewell gift was a medium-sized steel box resembling to a shoe box with a photo of Revlar stuck firmly on the top and a note that said: 

"This is my gift to the people who were blessed under my hands. We will remember this town, it's purity, the people and will cherish their valuable memory through our entire life. I request you not to open it, be patient, it's a present. 

                            ---Lord Revlar"

Some people tried to open though it was written not to but weren't able to crack it. Instead, some kept it in the junk space, used it as a prop, while some threw it in the bin. 

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 05:30 𝙰𝙼

A loud siren wailed across the town, it came from one of the trucks owned by the phantoms as they were getting ready to leave. The scenario was like a replica of that time when they first infiltrated the town. 

Vehicles were aligned in front of the church gate and the cult members were shifting their stuff back onto the trucks, moving back and forth from the church. 

A few people were at their window ledge, taking the last breath of pleasure. 

The car on the first place was specially meant for Revlar and the rest behind him for the phantoms. 

"𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙃𝘼𝙄𝙇 𝙍𝙀𝙑𝙇𝘼𝙍... 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙃𝘼𝙄𝙇 𝙍𝙀𝙑𝙇𝘼𝙍..."   The cult chanted as they pressured their acceleration pedal and sped one after the other out of the church gate. 

People heared the voice of Revlar through the megaphone screaming a prayer:

"May lord lend mercy upon this place. Free the people of this town from their sins, Lord, accept the sacrifice and their pure soul. Build your base over this barren wasteland and hold the heaven."

People couldn't understand what was he talking about. Was it a prayer for positivity or was it for something terrible? Was it for silence or for the chaos? 

"Accept my apology. I'm guilty, Lord. I, Revlar, insist you to accept the souls. I'm sorry for my wrong ways, God. I'm sorry..."

He screamed the word "sorry" for a long time and then- 

"𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙈" A blast. The smoke, complete black, touched the sky within a second. People at their windows, scanned through their view to know the source and were thrilled to know that It was the church on fire. 

Townspeople got furious over it and started to bolt out of their houses but before they could, the second blast was heard from the distance. 

Two houses were blown away and gradually one after the other kept on and on and on. 

Some people were blown at their doorstep, some were sleeping tight, while some out of their houses couldn't save themselves. They were screaming on top of their lungs, they were calling for help, praying to God. 

"This sound soothes me so much. " He said to himself, looking at the rear view mirror where he saw the running, fire all around, people burnt, houses flown into the sky, hearing blasts every other after. 

Lord Revlar and his cult sped down the exit road which had a banner flashing an ironic goodbye on it as the town was no more called to be a place to visit again rather a graveyard. 

"Throw the detonator. Over. " He gave orders to the man over the radio-tranciever who had the detonator with him. 

"Roger that." He said as he pulled down the window glass. 

"How and when did we settled up the bombs so quick? But it was fun blowing 'em up. " He laughed as he threw the detonator outside of the truck window. 

After getting rid of it, he suddenly felt a strain on the back of his head, the driver was holding a gun pointed at him. 

"Some gifts aren't just meant for birthday's, my boy. And yeah, we can't keep a sinner wandering around with us, can we? He said in a bold monstrous voice as he shot a bullet straight into his head and overthrew his corpse out of the truck. 

"Now where to, Lord Revlar? " Revlar's driver asked him to know the plan. 

"Aren't you the same person who asked the same question before we entered that town we just came out burning from? " Revlar asked. 

"Yes, I remember. " The driver added. 

"Well, I guess you already know what the plan is."

Revlar ended his conversation as they kept moving ahead in search of a new place to reign over and growing his cult population even bigger. 

Meanwhile, the town was burning like fire in the woods, it kept on spreading and there were bodies of people lying all over the town, burnt. 

     "ℕ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝"

                          -ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝟙𝟚:𝟙𝟟