With the inertia you might expect from a thousand pounds of flesh travelling at high velocity, the slender sword is driven effortlessly deep between the shoulder-blades up to its hilt. After years lying dormant in the beast’s chest the fist-sized device detonates on contact, obliterating its newly deceased host, yet again the God Machine had done its work. Whitetrash and Keith Laziq watch in silence. The explosion is devastating. Everything within a radius of ten metres is instantly destroyed by the blast and the man of the moment, with this his first centre stage performance, disintegrates into a semi-circular spray of blood, his main body parts falling back to the brown sand with a lifeless thud.
Federico Mama de la Torre, “El Rico” to his fans, had waited his whole life for this moment. Ever since he was a small boy on his grandfather’s ranch, chasing chickens and watching the men jumping on and off horses in their big cowboy hats, he had dreamt of the day when he too could don the “suit of lights” and enter the bullring as the star Torero just like his father before him. He was the latest in a long line of bullfighters dating back to the late 18th Century when his Great-Great-Great-Great Grandfather, Juan Pablo Domingo became the first ever bullfighter to spare his monstrous opponent which, after 28 strikes from his deadly sword, simply refused to die. That bull was the legendary “Vampiro” whose bloodline remains to this day and continues to beget prize bulls of the utmost bravery.
It was to this very bloodline that belonged the unfortunate creature whose vast bulk was now spread throughout the bullring, whose blood clung in droplets to the faces of panic stricken women in their fine summer hats. This historic feud between man and beast that spanned the generations had finally come to an end in the only way it possibly could, a tragedy from its very inception.
Federico Mama de la Torre, “El Rico” to his fans, had waited his whole life for this moment. Ever since he was a small boy on his grandfather’s ranch, chasing chickens and watching the men jumping on and off horses in their big cowboy hats, he had dreamt of the day when he too could don the “suit of lights” and enter the bullring as the star Torero just like his father before him. He was the latest in a long line of bullfighters dating back to the late 18th Century when his Great-Great-Great-Great Grandfather, Juan Pablo Domingo became the first ever bullfighter to spare his monstrous opponent which, after 28 strikes from his deadly sword, simply refused to die. That bull was the legendary “Vampiro” whose bloodline remains to this day and continues to beget prize bulls of the utmost bravery.
It was to this very bloodline that belonged the unfortunate creature whose vast bulk was now spread throughout the bullring, whose blood clung in droplets to the faces of panic stricken women in their fine summer hats. This historic feud between man and beast that spanned the generations had finally come to an end in the only way it possibly could, a tragedy from its very inception.
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