“Green is the mountain that lies before the might of a man; Humble is the tree that stands among the graceful” She stood before men, both young and old; dressed in a ceremonial yellow robe. The robe it’ self-dated back to the Han dynasty.
The Chinese theories of the Yin and Yang and of the Five Elements all try to explain the interdependence and mutual rejection of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. White represents gold; green represents wood; black represents water; and yellow represents earth.
In Zhou Dynasty, red was regarded as the superior color for garments, but by Qin Dynasty black ranked highest among all garment colors. The dominance of both the Red and Black Colors became a unity between the Black Cardinal and The Red Cardinals.
She sat with her legs folded underneath her on the floor, as her pupils began to crowd the sanctuary; she positioned an Akomeogi over her face. She had not given a sermon since the assault on the Grimm City, these pupils cling to her every word as if it were law.
Her silk raven hair dangled down the side of her shoulders resting perfectly beside her breast. The room was filled with the sounds of deep meditation, and a low erotic humming could be heard resounding from her pupils.
The Cardinal of Carnage removed her her Akomeogi and placed her misty cerulean eyes on her young pupils. As she surveyed the temple, the instrumentalists entered from her right with their instruments and slowly began playing a number.
The lightening in the room went dim signifying the start of the sermon; the idle chatter and movements halted; the graceful Queen of Cardinals took center stage as all eyes were on her.
“Who is it, they say we are?” She said, staring out at the large gathering of red clad pupils. “RED CARDINALS, MASTERS OF THE WHITE LOTUS!” they let loose a thunderous roar; one that shook the foundation of the Tibetan temple.
Z once again took a seat, one of her servants brought her the legendary flute of the Snake Charmer.; it’s power to incite the heart was how she usually kept her pupils in on every word.
“It is because we have so much influence, that the world fears us; Influence has been the force behind nations since the Age of Illumination”. Her words were crisp; though she hadn’t been taught Spanish; her time with Gwen caused her muscles to automatically emulate her accent.
“We do not need a palace, we do not need worldly possessions” slowly pressing her lips against the flute, she played a small number before getting to her story.
“In the year One Two Aught Three, members of the Red Cardinals traveled to China; in an effort to learn what we now master, the style of the White Lotus”. Repositioning her eyes back on the flute she played again.
“It was in his time here in the Asian countries that he learned that, Peace is not the absence of trouble; moreso that it is the Tranquility in the midst of it”. She paused again, slowly yet gracefully blowing in the flute.
“The masters of the White Lotus were enjoying a time of peace from their enemies; the presence of the westerner caused a disturbance. It was in the legendary Lotus pavilion, that 60; Sixty; 10X6, members of the Lotus attacked the Cardinal brutally in front of their pupils. It was unknown as to why the abbots attacked the man; but the pupils learned a valuable lesson that day.
“Now despite the savage beating, the White Lotus did not kill the man; it was his heart and strength that kept him alive.
The supreme abbot known as the Bak Mei, delivered a deadly technique known as the sin punch; a punch so deadly that it gave the man only five minutes to live. Impressed with the Cardinals resilience and strength; the Abbot mandated that the Red Cardinal become the official name of the White Lotus Clan.”
She finished her story with another bit from her flute, upon finishing she stood to her feet. “The blending of the Cardinal and Lotus ideologies hath built what we are today”.
“With this War Head; we will show the world the Strength of the Cardinal, yet the Ruthlessness of the Lotus.
Z left the temple appearing to glide as she walk in the yellow robe. “Malaguena Salarosa!” Cardinals screamed; homage to an old Mexican song.
“There will be Rivers of Blood on the Iberian Streets” she whispered, gazing at the murderous Masquera De Cortez.