World Summit Meeting
“Now taking the floor, Wesley Weston the Third, Owner of Wesscorp”; Weston took to the floor marveling the pyramid structure of the auditorium.
The pyramid is the ultimate symbol representing the mysteries of ancient civilizations. Sublime in their simplicity, divine in their proportions, they embody both the divine knowledge owned by the illuminated and the bewilderment of the masses.
Weston as well as many prestigious families around the world understood these mysteries the believed, they are the heirs of this ancient wisdom and use the pyramid as a symbol of power in the modern world.
“In 1815, my ancestors worked to create a government, a one world government; it was an ambitious endeavor that was eventually put down by Tsar Alexander I of Russia.” Weston stated, peering into the darkness.
“I’m here, to discuss the possibilities of bringing a new “City-State” into the world; this city-state would be the new command center for all worldly affairs” His voice was crisp and confident; there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that the charter for the city would get approved.
“I’ll remind you, that everyone currently here, is in debt to my family; I can make those debts go away, I need you guys to return to your countries and make this happen”.
He knew what he was asking some of these countries to do, go against the civil liberties it had given to its people. Truth be told, there was no room for “Civil Liberties” in the future.
“What’s so special about this…”City-State?” the head counselor asked, trying to make sense of Weston’s proposal.
“This city will be the shining example of government responsibility, a police state if you will; “Super-Humans aren’t legally liable for their actions anywhere else, in my city they will be”. Weston leaned against the podium watching as the counselors deliberated over his proposal.
“We WILL agree to this business endeavor Mr. Weston; only on the grounds that YOU yourself are not allowed to oversee the legislators placed into power.” The counselor proclaimed, trying to keep some form of checks and balance on Weston.
“Of course” Wesley responded, nonchalantly. His intentions were not to govern Solace City, more so to set up his own totalitarian government.
Somewhere in Iran at a Wesscorp excavation site.
“So this is the legendary Armor of God?” Sam knelt down with a pick-axe in her hand; a large aged trunk lay on the ground before her. Pushing the tool up she slammed it down on the lock, the trunk popped. From within the contents of the trunk she saw what appeared to be a freshly polished suit of armor.
The aura radiating from the suit kept Sam from looking directly at it; “It really exist…” she gasped, removing her camera to snap a picture. Before she snaps the picture, the armor rose due to divine means, the supernatural force caused her to stumble backwards.
Without hesitation the “Armor of God” dispersed throughout the world. “I…don’t think I was supposed to do that…”
A low growl resounded through the temple, a dark and sinister force brushed pass her body causing a feeling of nervousness. Running back the opposite way, she sped through the temple as if she were being chased by a malevolent spirit.
“What what’s the matter?!” Ashley screamed, keeping watch over the entrance to the temple. “I think…something was chasing me…” Sam responded coughing over the buildup of dirt under her nose.
“You didn’t…move the Armor of God did you?” Ash asked taking a look in her book. “I opened the chest and it vanished.” Sam responded, slapping the dust off her thighs.
“That’s not good, that’s not good at all; the Armor of God was tucked inside that chest and was supposed to keep the spirit of the desert king inside.
“As if Hollywood didn’t conjure up enough spirits” Sam said, climbing in the back of her jeep wrangler. “That’s not even the worst part…the Armor of God; will conjure the worst fears of its wielder if used for the wrong reasons.” Ashley explained, trying to keep her hat on.
“If I know how God works, it’s not going to be just an individual thing.” Sam removed her hat allowing her hair to blow wildly behind her. “Well it’s a good thing, the armor is naturally drawn to the king.”
The pieces of the armor spread out across the world to individuals at random; much like the armor pieces so did the spirit of the desert king.