A Raging God Returns
Copyright© 2025 by Hunter Johnson
Chapter 2: The Cubes of Doom
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Cubes of Doom - An aspiring priest’s world shatters when a ruthless celestial power arrives. The Paradigm enforces its anti-religious agenda, culling the guilty and banning God, using mysterious cubes. Brendan Murphy is offered salvation aboard their starship, but only if he endures ancient trials designed to break minds and shatter souls. Is this the path to ultimate transcendence, or merely a sophisticated end?
Caution: This Science Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Military Science Fiction Extra Sensory Perception
Four weeks later, Brendan and Ashlyn were striding along Hay Street Mall. It was busier than usual.
“Why are you twitching and are so jumpy, Brendan?” Ashlyn asked, looking at Brendan and frowning.
“I have a horrible sense of impending doom. These cubes are doing something bad. They aren’t acting in our interest,” he replied.
“These aliens are much more advanced than us. They could’ve bombed the hell out of us, and if they wanted to wipe us out, they would’ve done it already. I want to see this cube. Come on, Mr. Worrywart!” Ashlyn grumbled, gesturing to Brendan to follow her.
“I can see it; it’s just past Myers,” said Brendan, pausing. “I’m feeling uncomfortable about getting too close.”
Ashlyn stopped and turned to face Brendan with her hands on her hips.
“You wait here, Brendan; I will look at the cube. Stay here and drive yourself batty.”
“No, I’ll follow you, Ashlyn,” said Brendan, looking raptly at the paving stones.
Ashlyn darted ahead, then pensively ambled back to Brendan. “I wonder how they suspended it above the ground. What makes it tumble?”
Brendan dragged his feet.
“Heavens above! I’ve never seen you like this, Bren. Come on, chop-chop, let’s go already!” Ashlyn threw her hands up and then grabbed Brendan’s resisting arm. He firmly loosened her hand and pulled his sleeve free.
Ashlyn darted ahead to join the crowd, gawking at a shiny silver cube with meter-long sides. The cube slowly turned while mysteriously suspended three meters above the pavement.
Ashlyn pulled out her camera, wriggled her way through the crowd to the front, and took pictures from several angles before returning to Brendan, standing twenty meters from the cube.
“It’s amazing,” said Ashlyn, looking intently at the back of the camera. “Look here, Bren, there is strange writing on all the cube faces. It’s not an alphabet I recognize.”
Brendan peered at the script. “It reminds me of something like Mesopotamian. The universities will be over the moon,” he mumbled.
“Don’t you feel excited?” Ashlyn asked, eyes alight.
“No, Ash, the explosions and the cube give me the creeps. No good will come of this!”
“Let’s have a cup of coffee. I want an espresso before the world’s end,” Ashlyn beckoned.
Brendan lagged, unsmiling behind Ashlyn, muttering to himself.
“What are you mumbling about?”
“The cube heralds the apocalypse! I have a horrible feeling about it. It was creepy. The whole atmosphere is foreboding. I sense a malign force out there.”
“For heaven’s sake, why are you being so dramatic? It’s a silver cube.”
“You saw what happened in New York?”
Ashlyn shook her head. “Some crazy tried to shoot the cube, which burned him into a frazzle. No one was trying to harm the cube here. What are you trying to say?”
“The cube in New York shielded itself and killed someone. Who can make shields and an intelligent cube that defends itself? One thing I know for sure is that it isn’t here for our entertainment. The aliens are up to no good.”
“Bren, we will find out in time. If they give us a plague, we will build a vaccine. If we can’t create a vaccine, we will die. I’m sure if they wanted to, these aliens could kill us all. We can’t fight them.”
“What do they want from us?”
“We can speculate about their intentions until the cows come home. We’ve heard hundreds of hypotheses and theories over the last few months. I’m sick of it. I don’t know what’s got into you. I’ve never seen you like this.”
Brendan shrugged. “When I saw the cube, I felt my stomach cramp. When I got closer, I felt trapped and anxious. Those cubes are bad. They are doing something to us; I felt it. Deep down in my bones, I know it!”
“Bren, it’s in your head. I felt nothing.”
Ashlyn ordered from the counter of a coffee shop on the square.
Brendan stood holding his folded arms over his chest.
Ashlyn looked at him. “Are you sick?”
“No, I don’t feel sick. I feel like my insides are frozen, and I am worried. I want to do something, but I don’t know what. I felt bad when I saw the reports of aliens out there. Now I know they are interested in us, and I don’t believe it is a benign interest. I feel it, and I know it deep inside of myself. I feel even more helpless than I did before, but I carry on as if life will be the same. I know it won’t be the same. You, Ashlyn, have always been an optimist. You probably hope they will give us new medical technology.”
Ashlyn shook her head. “We will not control what happens. However, I want to make the best of what may be possible. I feel excited. I can’t wait to find out what’s in store for Earth. If they leave, so be it; if they kill us or take some of us to eat, there is nothing I can do other than fight to the best of my ability. If they are benign and will help us, I am happy to be in it.”
Brendan grunted and looked away. “All I wanted, my whole life, was to be a Catholic Priest. If I can’t be a priest, who am I? I want to serve God. What if these aliens are like the Chinese were during the Cultural Revolution? What if they forbid us from religious practice?”
“Tell me, Brendan, when has worrying changed the future?”
Brendan mumbled.
“So, what are you going to do?”
“There is nothing I can do. I’ll carry on helping Dad.”
“Has the Bishop offered you anything?”
“No, we only had the brief and unsatisfactory meeting I told you about.”
“That was when he told you to wait until after graduation, and he was considering his options?”
Brendan nodded.
Ashlyn grinned. “Dad says you are making good progress in the supermarket.”
“Stuff you, Ashlyn!”
Ashlyn laughed. “Come, brother, it’s time to go home and you to work. The deli section awaits you.”
Brendan made a rude sign and laughed.
Three months later, the Murphy family sat watching the evening news.
“Ninety-four percent of the prison population of Australia died today,” the Anchor announced. “We received reports the same is occurring worldwide. I will transfer you to Amanda Jones, who is with the Honorable Bob Harris, the Minister for Corrective Services. Amanda?”
“Minister, what can you tell us about what has happened in our prisons in the last few days?” Amanda Jones asked.
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