UOLeaks - Cordonshurian News Leaks - I

OOC "Leak" - The Talk Between Lady Amrana and Mosher Bachar.
"there's someone here for you, Your Honorable." the attendant bowed, nervously glancing to the shuffling and clanging that lay past the ornate white doors.
"who the hell is it?" snapped back Moshe Bachar, staring down the shaken attendant.
"it's... it's u-" they gulped, beads of sweat rolling down their
"just let me in for god's sake!" he says, shoving them to the side, throwing the twin doors open.
"Mister Moshe..." came a sweet feminine voice from across his office, sifting through his cupboards and draws.
Bachar froze still, petrified like the attendant behind the door. what in gods name is the head of the church - for all intensive purposes, a living deity, doing in his office?
she was a small, frail woman, no older than 18, draped in long black robes (alike to those of a shrine maidens). her hair was as black as the night sky, but faded to a dark green - but most importantly, her eyes were only but deep, black pits. no iris, no pupils. just blackness.
"Your Divine? what... what are you doing here?" he asked, already breaking into nervous tics.
"official things. I know you know what those are." she said, her voice carrying a childish irreverence to it.

"and what are you... doing with my cabinets?
"i'm not sure." she replies, shifting on her crutch, giving a large and equally unsettling grin. "though I must say, most people fall to the ground before me. do you have guts, or do you think yourself better than me? because you're not. you're like... a little sponge."
w-what on earth was she saying? he thought, before finally realizing his position, dropping into prostration before her.
"there we go. s'more like it" she laughed, tapping him on the back of his bowed head with her crutch. "but get up. sit on that chair."
he complied quickly, bowing his head again. "my lady. i'm sorry if this troubled you in any way. where are your guides?" he mutters, eyeing around.
"didn't need them. i walked here." she dryly says.
"oh."
"but i wanted to talk about politics"
"that, uh, isn't usually your place, my lady. what causes this?"
"thousands of dead Khazars."
the room went dead instantly.
"the path of resisting progress has been the path of those condemned to the darkest pits of Vathýs-Tōbā."
"by your reading of our history" he replies.
"are you trying to out-read the head of the church?" she burst into laughter, not taking anything of what he said with a shred of seriousness. he'd of like to snap at her to get on topic, but one wrong move and he gains the animosity of his entire voting base. he curses under his breath, exchanging awkward side glances with the unbreaking glare of the leader of the church, Lady Amrana. 



"did you remember what happened to the tenth king of Camia? how he died, strung from his legs and slashed slowly, until all the blood in his body drained? do you remember how he treated his 'others' how he treated his fellow Camian? he is alike to you in that way. he denied his wrongs. and he paid for them over days and thousands of slashes."
Bachar's hand twitches as he bends his head down, avoiding Amrana's piercing stare. 
"i will never be able to change your views. but I can force quietly you to adopt this Civil Rights Bill. imagine if i went public, Mister Moshe? you really don't want that!" she says, looking around the room. "and another example: look at the great marble pillars, with their golden details."
he did not move.
she slowly rose to her feet, limping over to his chair, placing her small hand on top of his balding head. "i said look at them." she whispered, slowly twisting his head. 
"this has to do with the Last Kings. Amrana. who i was named after. his decadence led to the collapse of Camia. even when he turned around, he could have never stopped the path of immorality he walked on, shunning out his fellow man for nothing."
"i-it all depends on circumstances, Your Divine... you have to realize that things are just different for them, compared to us!"
"everything in the world is exactly the same, Mister Moshe."
he deflates. "i know what you're trying to say. i was already going to pass the Equal Rights Bill before you came."
"giving up already? if only you could give up that fast to the Khazars. God." she sighed. "at least you now know the consequences of your actions."
she headed over to the door, slowly heaving it open.
"you walk a dangerous path. one that will get you killed the moment you step outside this palace, on which you have built on your mountain of blood."
"oh."

"i also took a solid amount of your food. can't believe they made a goddess pay for it. the tabs on you, by the way" she said, limping her way out of the building.
he slumped back into his chair. his legitimacy held on by a thread. the parliament is blocking the civil rights legislation. plumes of fire rise over the capital. 
he buried his face into his hands.