A Battle Unseen

[Dredd]

[3rd April 5590, 2350 Hours]

Bronislav sat gingerly in his old armchair in his presidential office and read the reports again. The heads of staff for the armed forces were all dead, all ministers of the KPP had been killed. The chancellor from Alduria Guillaume had been spared though, Bronislav explained to him through his sobs on the floor he wanted him to return home and tell his countrymen what awaited all who defied his own god given rulership. He adjusted his tie one last time before preparing for his televised speech, and walked into the lobby facing the multitude of cameras before his podium. Bronislav needing no teleprompter nor sheets spoke from his own heart, as angels told him what to say, in seconds every television in Kundrati changed to one singular channel, and before them they gazed upon the face of the man they thought dead.

"My people of Kundrati, I return to you now at the head of a heavenly chariot, driven by the steeds of holy fury. I was once damned and left for dead by the traitors of the KPP, I was to be executed at the behest of foreign powers and paraded as a corpse trophy to the satanic powers of the world. Yet arisen I stand, God himself brought me from the brink of death. I owe him everything, and as his chosen voice I will reshape our nation into heaven upon earth. Sinners wail before your impending fate! Righteous kundratis rejoice, for we have reclaimed the fatherland! His face burned into the screen the new anthem of the regime played loudly as the flag of Kundrati waved. Bronislav wiped a single tear from his cheek as the televisions stopped his speech, he silently thanked god for his blessings, and walking with purpose to his office, prepared his holy crusade to purge Kundrati of the filth.



Then the clock struck twelve