Mother of All the Gods

by R. P. Wolff

  Lance continuously fired his weapon. He wasn’t sure whether one of his bullets was the culprit of a death of a Mater. He stayed near General Cook as people called him on one of his cellphones. Through the noise, he heard that the Establishment had overtaken the Harmon prison, but the Mater guards held the kids captive in the gymnasium. Lance wanted more details but the raging battle in front of him and the instinct to survive took priority.

  The hand grenades were the most useful and deadly weapon that each side used, but the Establishment had more and amazingly outgunned the Maters. But now there was a more urgent problem—the mansion was on fire on one side of the house.

  General Cook shouted, “We have to get the Mother and our brave Establishees out of there. Charge! Everyone charge the house and kill every Mater in the way.”

  Lance gulped and gritted his teeth to stop from pissing in his pants. It was so loud and smokey. He couldn’t see or hear his bees that he was certain were nearby. As he began to follow General Cook, his legs felt like they couldn’t move or didn’t want to move, but he persisted ahead holding his weapon tight. The Maters fired their weapons as they backtracked towards the house trying to find cover. Once they realized that there was no good cover, many of them dropped their weapons, held up their hands in surrender, and shouted, “Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! I surrender.”

  The Establishees initially ignored the Mater pleas and shot some of them down.

  Lance’s fear suddenly subsided and his revenge for the Mother of all the Gods resurfaced. Oh, how he wanted to be the one to capture her and torture her for harming his precious daughter. Lance started screaming like a man possessed as he ran towards the house.

  Establishees demanded that the remaining Mater survivors get to their knees. Then, the Establishees tied them up with military-style wire ties.

  As Lance screamed out his battle cry, he now could see hundreds of bees swarming above his head, apparently looking for who was harming Lance. Lance, noticing this, stopped his yelling. This was not the time to unleash his friends. He was among his bee friends at the current moment, but he wanted to save them for the Mother.

  Once it appeared that they had all the Maters controlled, the Establishees stormed the house. General Cook ordered several soldiers to put out the fire on the southside of the house. As they entered the house, the remaining Maters inside the house had already put down their weapons and knelt with their hands behind their backs, shouting, “Don’t shoot!”

  General Cook pointed a finger at one of the Maters who they already cuffed. “Where is the Mother?”

  “Library,” the man said without hesitation and nodded over his left shoulder.

  Lance darted towards the direction that the prisoner indicated without waiting for General Cook’s orders. He wanted to confront her himself, and several Establishees followed him.

  “Where are our people who you were interrogating?” General Cook asked the same prisoner.

  He nodded forward towards the direction of the burning portion of the house.

  General Cook ordered another set of troops. “Rush over there and get them out of there. Now!”

  Lance was the first Establishee to the library. Like the other Maters in the house, the guards in front of the library were already kneeling with their hands above their heads.

  “Open the door,” Lance barked at the guards.

  The Mater shivered. “It’s barricaded from the inside. We don’t have a key or anyway of getting in.”

  “Is the Mother inside?” Lance asked.

  “Yes. Please don’t shoot me!”

  “Who’s in there with her?”

  “Three or four guards plus General Grant.”

  “Open the door!” Lance demanded. “I know you can open it.”

  The Mater sniffled. “I’m serious. I can’t.”

  Lance was ready to hit the Mater when a team of Establishees started ramming the door with a huge lead pipe device.

  Lance shouted, “Open the door, Zelda, or we will break down the door.”

  There was no response, and the impatient Establishees cleared a path and charged towards the door. The hardwood doors barely budged. The Establishees made multiple attempts and made some progress. They persisted and continued. After about five agonizing minutes, they broke through the doors.

  The Establishees rushed into the dust-filled room with their rifles ready.

  “Put your hands up, or we will shoot you!” An Establishee shouted.

  Men searched the spacious library but there was no one visible.

  Lance darted back out to the Mater guard still kneeling outside the library and pointed a handgun at the guard’s forehead. “I thought you said that she was in there,” Lance snarled.

  “She was,” the Mater guard, who couldn’t be older than twenty, sniffled. He was holding back tears. “I swear, she’s in there somewhere. She must be hiding.”

  General Cook rushed into the library panting. “We can’t contain the fire. We think Allan Anderson and the others are in the fire. It doesn’t look like we can save them. Did you guys find the Mother?”

  “No, she must be hiding in here somewhere,” Lance replied. “The Mater guard said she was in here with General Grant and three or four guards.”

  The crackling sound of the fire was closing in on them and smoke started to penetrate the library’s walls. A loud noise from the adjacent room shook the floor. The mansion was falling apart quickly. Establishees used fire extinguishers that sprayed out white chemicals to try to control the fire, but it was too little to make a difference for the massive flames.

  Establishees started coughing.

  “Where the fuck is she?” General Cook shouted. “Find that bitch!”

  Chapter 38

  “Who’s there?” a lady asked suspiciously through the massive front door of a house in University Park, which was just north of Highland Park.

  Zelda gulped. Her entourage of security guards and General Grant held back about ten yards. Zelda randomly chose this house hoping it was a loyal Mater. It was early morning just before dawn, and they had probably woken the lady up.

  Zelda held her hands out with her palms facing to the sky. “I am Zelda, the Mother of all the Gods. Infidels are attacking us. Will you please let us in?”

  Zelda inhaled and waited for a response. She glanced down at her white dress, caked with black dust from the tunnel. After what seemed like a long time, Zelda realized that she needed to reassure the person. Zelda continued, “Behind me is General Colin Grant, the Secretary of the Defense, and some brave soldiers. We are under attack. I order you to let me in.” Zelda was done with the pleading. If the lady didn’t let her in, they would barge in.

  Within seconds, the door opened. Zelda and her crew immediately rushed in and closed the door behind them.

  The lady, who looked to be in her late thirties, backed up, knelt, did the sign of the Z, bowed her head, and kissed the floor. With tears in her eyes, she said, “Oh, my Mother, what an honor to see you. This is a dream come true to finally meet you. What can we do for you?”

  Zelda exhaled. Fortunately, they found a house of a loyal Mater. Zelda asked, “Who else is in the house?”

  “My husband. What happened? Why are you under attack?”

  General Grant ignored her questions and spoke, “We need a room that has a TV, and we need some food. We haven’t eaten for a while. Also, I need your cell phones, and do you have any landlines? Finally, we need some clothes as we are full of dirt.”

  “Okay,” the lady said. “I will get you everything you need, and yes, we have a landline.”

  Zelda had forgotten about landlines. Hopefully, they still worked.

  The lady led Zelda, Colin, and one of the guards to a spacious room that had a large TV. The other guards each guarded the front and back of the house. Zelda and Collin sat on the sofa, while the other guard stood with his weapon draped over his shoulder.

  Zelda reflected on the previous night’s horrific events.
As the infidels were bombarding them and there were explosions and a raging fire in the room next to the library, they barely escaped through a secret tunnel from the library. Colin pushed a button that released a latch. They were able to pull open a section of shelves. Inside was a narrow tunnel. They closed the makeshift shelving unit and bolted it from the inside, which would prevent anyone from opening it again. They rushed through the tunnel in single file and had to squat to avoid hitting their heads on the ceiling as the tunnel was only about five-feet high.

  The tunnel led them underneath Euclid Avenue, and they ended up at a Mater church. Once there, they could hear the battle as they were only about a block away but behind the enemy forces. At first, Zelda ordered the men to strike from behind, but Colin convinced her otherwise. They told her that the infidels outnumbered them, and they needed to get her to safety. She reluctantly agreed.

  No one appeared to be at the church. Colin had stashed two white SUVs in case they had to make an emergency exit through the library. Zelda was glad he had the foresight but was pissed at him for not having sufficient forces to deal with the infidels.

  As the TV was loading up, and the lady was scrambling to gather the cellphones and cordless phone for the landlines, Zelda worried about the consequences of last night’s events. Her power, and her life for that matter, was in serious jeopardy. These infidels wanted to kill her.

  Her secured cellphone and satellite phone didn’t work or have any signal. This was extremely alarming. She hoped that the White House staff would know something was wrong because they wouldn’t be able to get hold of her and would send troops to Dallas to extract her and, most importantly, kill the infidels. They had to get the communications back up somehow, though.

  She hated not being in control. She had to crush the opposition immediately. She worried that it would take the idiots at the White House too long to realize that they needed to send troops.

  She turned to Colin and whispered, “What the fuck are we going to do?”

  “I don’t know,” he said. “We have to get reinforcements.”

  “I hope that the White House has already sent some troops,” Zelda said.

  “Well, we have plenty of troops and mini-bases here in Dallas. I would think they would know something is up and would head to the mansion.”

  “Yeah, but we’re not at the mansion anymore,” Zelda replied.

  They paused and viewed the TV as it loaded up. Zelda expected to see static like they saw at the library. What she saw frightened her.

  There was no static. With a burnt orange background, the screen read:

  Please Stand by for an Important Message

  After brief pauses, a pleasant female voice repeatedly spoke the message on the screen.

  Zelda looked at Colin and shrugged. “What the fuck,” she said. “Who do you think is controlling this message?” Zelda could barely breathe. Not only did the infidels infiltrate the Maters communications, but they also appeared ready to send a message to the people.

  Zelda checked the time on the TV, which showed that it was almost eight, and she could see daylight forming outside through the windows. The infidels were probably waiting for people to wake up before they broadcast their message. She couldn’t imagine what the message was going to be, but she hoped that her loyal followers wouldn’t believe it no matter what the message was.

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  Right at eight o’clock, the TV screen switched to the face of Lance Hampton, with a caption of “Governor Hampton”—not Former Governor Hampton—not Prisoner Number 88715. Hampton sat at a table, dressed in army fatigues, with an assault rifle laying on the table in front of him.

  Zelda clenched the arms of the sofa. They were trying to take over her government. Where were her troops!?

  Lance Hampton began:

  Hello, Americans. I’m Lance Hampton, the governor of the great state of Texas. I want to welcome all Christians, Muslims, Jews, atheists, Maters, or whatever religion you choose to follow.

  I have some great news.

  Hampton gulped.

  The self-proclaimed Mother of all the Gods, the evil Zelda Mater, is dead.

  Hampton paused and then continued.

  That’s right. She was killed last night in a battle at a mansion in a neighborhood in Dallas by a resistance force called the Establishment.

  “I’m not dead!” Zelda screamed and stared at Colin. “We need to inform everyone that I’m not dead!”

  The screen changed to a video showing the burning remains of the mansion, which was in ruins. Hampton continued.

  Now, I realize that a lot of you honestly believe in the Mater religion and that Zelda is the mother of all the Gods, and her triplet sons are the Gods of the Sun, Land, and the Sea, but Zelda is a fraud. The whole concept of the Mater religion is based on a lie.

  The Gods did not send Zelda to the earth. A Hispanic woman named Maria Valadez now known as Maria Garcia brought her to the world. As you can see from a video of the so-called Awakening, Ms. Valadez is the one who dropped off Zelda—not the Gods.

  The screen showed a woman doing as Hampton indicated, but unlike other pictures, they could clearly see the identity of Zelda’s presumed real mother.

  Zelda held her breath and couldn’t believe her eyes. Her world was falling apart. Normally, she would unleash her powers on some man when she felt out of control, but that would do no good now.

  The screen zeroed in and showed a closeup of Ms. Valadez, who appeared to be in her early twenties at the time, and a split screen with an unflattering younger picture of Zelda squinting her eyes. They looked like twins.

  A tear formed in the corner of Zelda’s right eye. She had found her real mother.

  Hampton continued.

  As you can see from the video, the Awakening was a farce, but it doesn’t stop there. Zelda is no virgin either. In fact, she’s a whore. She has slept with countless number of men. She tried to disguise herself, but it didn’t fool most of the men. Here is some of the men that have slept with her, and we will show interviews with them at a later broadcast.

  About ten pictures of young men displayed on the screen.

  Zelda recognized some of the men. She glanced out the corner of her eye to see Colin’s reaction. He gaped and looked shocked. Zelda shook her head and worried whether people would believe Hampton.

  Hampton continued.

  Her children, the so-called Gods of the Sun, Land, and Sea are also a fraud just like their mother. Zelda’s father was unaware of her slutty behavior, and Zelda tried artificial insemination to get pregnant with triplets as the Mater scriptures mandated. But it took many attempts to get Zelda pregnant with triplets. Guess what happened to the other times that Zelda was pregnant without triplets? She had abortions! Numerous abortions.

  That’s right. Abortions! Zelda and her equally evil father killed innocent babies. Then, she and her father had the doctors killed who did the abortions. On the screen is one of those doctors who is standing next to Zelda. A secret picture was taken of this moment. This doctor was killed after the abortions.

  So, let me recap. The Awakening was a farce, and, by default, The Conversion was a fraud as well. Zelda is not a virgin. She was a whore who murdered innocent unborn children and doctors to keep up the charade. Her children are not Gods, nor is she.

  Because the Awakening and the whole Mater religion is a farce, all the laws enacted under their bogus leadership are null and void. The 28th amendment, which repealed the first, second, fifth, and sixth amendments and made Materism the national religion is also null and void. There is no national religion. People can worship or not worship what religion or non-religion they choose.

  Innocent Christian, Jewish, and Muslim children, who the evil Zelda locked up and tortured, including my own precious daughter, are being freed as I currently speak.

  The TV showed Mater guards, dressed in all-white but now plastered with dust, kneeling on the ground, surrounded by infidels, men and women, pointing rifles
at the Mater guards. The infidels had defeated them. Then, the TV showed a sign that said Harmon Mater Camp.

  Zelda exhaled. They had taken over her make-shift headquarters at the mansion and now one of the children Mater camps. What else did they take over? Surely, the resistance didn’t overtake their military bases in Dallas. Surely, the Mater troops would soon annihilate the resistance. She turned her attention to the TV.

  We will imprison indefinitely the Mater guards who enforced these despicable acts. We will mercilessly kill Mater guards who choose not to surrender just like they did to fellow Americans. Again, I want to repeat this. All Mater guards or police must surrender immediately, or they will be killed. There will be no Mater guards on trains or busses. There will be no Mater police patrolling the streets.

  Americans are free!!!

  Hampton pounded his fists on a table.

  Going forward, we will implement the following changes in stages.

  One, legitimate elections will return. In the interim, I will be acting President as well as acting Governor of Texas.

  Two, until we get our old monetary system of capitalism back, the Freedom Chips will still be the mechanism for purchases of goods or services, though the pay scales will change to reflect everyone’s contributions more fairly. We will reactivate the Freedom Chips soon.

  Three, in four weeks, the government will restructure the public-school system and return it to a proper school system that we all cherished and missed.