The True Emperor of Mankind"Hold your tongue, heretic!"
The empty room shook with the impact of a ragged figure's body into a
sturdy and ancient rockrete wall. A burly man wrapped in a thick
leather coat and bearing the mark of the Inquisition easily hefted and
tossed the smaller person. Dust from centuries past were rocked from their
resting place and fell over the man-handled heretic. He gave out a series of
coughs before pleading, "Please! Please hear me! I know the truth!"
The squirming man tugged helplessly at the Inquisitor's arms, but
could not get even the slightest bit of relief from the hold. The
Inquisitor drew his face closer to the heretic; his long angled face becoming
feintly clearer to the helpless man as once hidden scars and blemishes
"What 'truth' could you possibly know that the Inquisition does not
have access to?"
"I know the truth about the Emperor!" The words barely escaped the
heretics lips before his body was flung some twenty feet into yet
another sturdy wall. His