Evil Incarnate

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Chapter 25 (Declaration of War)

Tyrone arrived at the home of the high leader of the KKK, William Vickson. This man was slightly older than himself. He wanted to talk to this man about some of the issues concerning the KKK. He opened the door and walked inside. "Sir? Mr. Vickson? Hello?" Tyrone thought back to the scenes of war with the blacks, and the blood and tears that had been shed because of him. For some reason. It made him sick. "William?" He entered the living room and found the man snoring on the couch. He sighed and shook him awake.

"What, what? Oh!" William sat up and smiled at Tyrone, his favorite underling, so to speak. He believed Tyrone should actually be high ruler of the KKK, due to just how great he was as well as his heritage. Tyrone's beliefs were not easily shaken, either. "Tyrone Vega, how are you? Please, have a seat! Would you like some coffee? Tea? Anything to drink?" Tyrone chuckled nervously and shook his head, lifting his hand up.

"No thank you." He twiddled his thumbs together and stared directly at the television. "Actually, I came to talk with you about something. Some things my son said, and ways my family feels." William frowned and rubbed Tyrone's shoulder. He hoped his friend wasn't slipping. After all, if he were, it would be devastating to the Klan. The television was blaring, multiple news stations were reporting an outbreak of demon puppets everywhere. No longer did Tyrone see anyone as an inferior race, as everybody now had a common enemy. Those damned puppets. "I ran into one of those things on my way here, sir." William's eyebrows rose as he turned to the screen. "Somehow one of them had been placed in my car."

"I see. It's truly pitiful. Maybe they'll wipe out all the coloreds first." Tyrone winced inwardly and placed his hand on his stomach. Jesus, he felt like puking. What the hell was wrong with him? Had the love between his granddaughter and Andre actually softened him? Had seeing Andre shed tears like a human being actually caused a change in his heart? Had what his son said created a ripple effect throughout his body? "Then again, they don't exactly seem to be biased. If they had the right mind, they'd go after the negro's first."

"In all respect sir, I don't think they give a damn about races. Seems to me they look at the human race as all one race that they're going after."

"Probably. Damn!" William clicked his tongue and rose up from the couch. He had three puppets in his attic that had been given to him when he was a child over sixty years ago by his favorite ventriloquist at the circus. In that attic, those puppets would remain. "Makes you wonder if mine will start breaking out like that." Tyrone blinked in surprise and glanced over at the man.

"You have some of those things?"

"Three of them. They're all in my attic right now. I've had a hell of a time with them stomping around up there for the past hour." The color began to drain from Tyrone's face as he quickly stood up, concerned for this man.

"Sir, we need to get you out of here!"

"No, I'm going to broadcast a message to the Klansmen everywhere. This is the perfect time to have our shining moment in the son!" Tyrone frowned as William logged onto his desktop computer and went to the secret international Klan website. He clicked a button and Tyrone's pager went off. It was an alert of a message from the Klan leader. He closed his eyes as William began speaking. "Hello fellow members of the Klan. This will be our shining moment, as these puppets break out and destroy the coloreds, we must rise up and help them! Perhaps if we help them, they will spare our lives." A voice came from behind the two men and they looked back to see three puppets staring at them menacingly.

"Master Diablo won't help anyone. You waste your time. We want to see the human race extinguished, that means everyone. Even you pathetic, heartless sinners. We will be seeing you in hell again."

"Hell?" William scoffed and stepped towards the puppets. "For doing God's work?" The lead puppet in the middle looked down and shifted his gaze to the female puppet on his right.

"Is that what you call it? God's work?" The puppet sneered as Tyrone backed up, trying to avoid the puppets from seeing him. "You think God wants you to kill human beings, huh? Where did you think you were going to go? Heaven? No, you're going to hell. Big time." The puppet threw a fireplace poker into William's throat and he gurgled as he fell to his knees. The puppets laughed as Tyrone's eyes widened. The three moved to the webcam and grinned, this was their shining moment. "Now all of you listen to us. We're the devils that come from hell, our leader is Rex Diablo, Satan himself. Thank you for doing Satan's work all these years." Tyrone gasped and his hands shook nervously as he quickly ran into the kitchen. Satan's work, they called it? He'd been doing Satan's work all these years? "Blacks, white, Asians, Mexican, Jewish, German, Swedish, you're all the same, you dumbshit, fucking idiotic jackass humans. If it takes a few of Satan's devils to laugh in your faces to get it through your fucking heads, so be it. We no longer have any use for you, and God is surely going to strike all of you down. There's no chance of salvation for you now." The puppet tilted his head back and laughed maniacally. The other two began chuckling and eyeing each other. The thousands of Klansmen that were currently watching could only stare in horror as they felt the devil himself smack them in the face. They'd just been fucked over by Satan. "You're screwed!"

"Not yet we're not!" The puppets looked back as Tyrone ran back in the room from William's garage, carrying a big flamethrower.

"What. The. Hell…"

"We're the fucking Ku Klux Klan, perhaps the world's greatest group of assholes. Fire is our specialty, and I got news for you three. You're made of wood. You'll make a nice addition to the fireplace." The puppets all screamed in fear as Tyrone flicked the switch on and flames erupted from the gun. "We'll lay out some flaming crosses for all you demon scourge!" The puppets tried to run, but had already caught fire and were turning to dust as quickly as they had appeared. Tyrone switched off the flamethrower and panted, his chest heaving and eyes shut. Sweat beads formed at his forehead as he dropped the gun and walked over to the doorway where he set a fire extinguisher down. He returned with the object and stared at the flaming puddles, then put out the fire. William gurgled and blood spilt from his mouth as Tyrone knelt down beside him. "Sir…don't speak, save your energy…"

"N-No it's too late. Tyrone Vega…I appoint you…the new Grand Imperial…" He had his arm pointing upwards and it slowly fell to the ground. In his final minutes, he was proud of Tyrone. "Lead the Klan to victory…to…redemption…"

"I'm probably going to hell when I die. We all are."

"It's something…we must…" He coughed and his eyes began going to the back of his head. "Accept."

"You think…maybe we were…"

"They're right. We were…mislead." Tyrone sniffed and stared at William, he had finally silenced. His face stared directly into the ceiling, his eyes devoid of life. One final breath escaped his lips, and then he was dead. Tyrone shook and closed William's eyes with his hand. He slowly stood up and stared at a portrait hanging from the wall. It was of his ancestor, Forrest. The civil war general that started them in on this racism war. Tyrone lowered his voice to a whisper and closed his hands.

"I never did notice until now…how much that picture of you looks like Satan himself." He turned to the webcam and stared in it, feeling thousands of mourning eyes upon him. "Tyrone Vega, your new, and possibly…last Grand Imperial Wizard. Direct descendant of the family of General Nathan Bedford Forrest." He breathed in and closed his eyes. "For well over a hundred and fifty years, we've been misled into thinking we were doing God's work. Well you heard it out of the demon's mouths themselves…it's been Satan's work all along, but I had been coming to this conclusion as of recent. What makes a man or woman human? Is it the color of his skin? Is it the way they walk? Is it their use of jargon and slander? No men. No it not. It is the soul, the heart, that makes a man or woman human."

Tyrone stood straight and narrowed his eyes, clenching his fists tightly. "A man bleeds, a man cries, a man loves, a man hates. I've had the opportunity to follow very closely to man who helped me realize…I was wrong. The descendant of my ancestor's enemy…has come to teach me that even those 'coloreds' are truly human. They cry, they hurt, they laugh, they bleed, they feel…they…love. Love. The most raw human emotion, the most powerful human emotion. Now this man has come to meet my granddaughter, and yes…they have fallen in love." Tyrone paused for a moment and pointed at the screen. "By the way, if anyone so much as bats an eye at my granddaughter or threatens her life, you're fucked. Got that?"

"I am most proud of my granddaughter, and of my son, for they have grown up living true lives, and being true to themselves. Another Klansman, sadly I had to order a cross burnt into the yard of his family because he gave out the Klan. I realized this was a mistake, and a man's life, a man's family was torn asunder. He lost his job due to his activities, as did the other Klansmen in that group, his son refuses to speak to him and his wife has filed for divorce. He truly has nothing now. This isn't the first we've seen a man with nothing left to live for. I've seen this two times, once after that, and a second…when I saw the grandmother of my one time enemy murdered by that damned puppet. His relationship with my granddaughter was almost tarnished, because of me, and that's when, I believe for the first time, that man has ever…cried…For he truly had lost everything in that moment."

Tyrone leaned his head back and sighed, wiping his eyes gently. He knew what he was about to do would probably lead several people to death, but it had to be done. Probably a good chunk of the country was going to go down, guns blazing. "We need to fight, men. For it is our jobs, as humans, and I know we are humans because unlike those soulless puppets, we feel. I got done listening to that man's friend say some spell wouldn't work against us because we feel. We have a soul. Now Blacks, Whites, Asians, Indians, all races alike, must join together as one and we must save them all. We must save humanity! Or die trying! I know there will be many casualties, and many of us may not make it out alive, but if it helps eradicate this world of this puppet menace, then so be it. I don't care so much for recognition, I don't care if our names still go down in the history books as Evil Incarnate, what I want for you and for me is redemption. To save humanity. To save the world! Join me in arms, my friends. Take up your guns, take up those crosses, take up the best items you can find in your arsenal and join me!"

Throughout the world, the Klansmen of America, and other countries let out a wild cheer. They were going to fight, they were going to war. There was no alternative, now everyone had one mutual, one common enemy, and his name? Rex Diablo.

"…I will make my son proud of me again…" Tyrone closed his eyes and placed his hand on the mouse button, ready to end the feed. "I will give out more orders. You will be given a sufficient amount of time to prepare, and then…it is time for war." He clicked off the connection and stood up straight, looking over at the portrait of his ancestor. It hung in the homes of every KKK leader. He shook his head slowly and grabbed the flamethrower from the ground, hoisted it over his shoulder, and walked out of the house.

So, the Klan got a big slap in the face from the demons of hell themselves and now they and Tyrone have a chance of heart. Good speech, gotta love when he tells them if anyone threatens his granddaughter, they're good as dead. Let's see what will happen in the war. Stick around!