Impressions on Iron Gates Chapter Nine
Impressions on Iron Gates Chapter Nine
First Manifestation of the Commandant
The commandant, not to be confused with the commander, is the female leader of the organization. Whereas the commander, as with all male characters, is vaguely described and left as a psychotic mass of psychotic muscles bent on satisfying bald lusts, the commandant’s archetype is exquisitely fleshed out. The words used are so good that we prefer to reproduce excerpts from the book below.
“a monstrous woman, nearly six feet tall”
“…wearing a pointed helmet of fine mesh and one bleak bar of horizontal goggle lens and erstwhile garbed in a shining black outfit of skintight design and unknown fabric origin. Her large breasts shone like bleak and deadly moons encased in the shining black fabric, one of her waspish and skeletal hands carefully holding a vial containing a green poison liquid”
“Her waist bore a thick nylon utility belt with a harsh nursery strap hanging to one side along with implements such as night sticks, restraints and then, in the other, a bleak, long-nosed pistol in a stellar black holster.”
We are told pictures of her had been circulated for the first time ten years prior as cult icons within the organization. The intelligence-designed cult had been spread through false rumors implanted by agents in the known of the female embodiment of great terror and total destruction.
The author continues:
“…many more of these cult gods would begin to manifest ‘during the night’ according to the sublime psychological plan of the commander and the highest echelons of internal security, devised by the glistening elite amongst intelligence.”
She has come here for the performance of ritual, and, it would seem, for the engineered flowering of an unstated prophecy. Along with her are rolled in children captured in conquered territories. Wailing in desperation, they are crammed together in a cage, paraded on wheels on the cursed terrain of the commandant.
Seeing them thus suffer, the perverted members of the organization, both men and women, find satisfaction and lustful inducement. One such member, an already deranged woman from the shock troop contingents, in her early thirties and with a history of self-enforced abortions after spending her lust freely here and there, craves for the blood of children, which she hopes will return her health and vigor. As her milky gaze washes over their bodies, she masturbates in front of the crowd with a hand down her pants.
The procession continues with people all around the parade wailing and going crazy over the sudden manifestation of the goddess. Heavily armed guards push people away, removing some of the most intransigent ones into quarantine. The deaths during this event, the author tells us, will be controlled in timing and aspect.
Such deaths begin when the truck carrying the commandant and the one hauling the cage on wheels with the children come to a halt. As the engines of the vehicles shut off, a sound woofer system installed under the truck’s fuselage starts emitting deep rumbling tones and loud thunder, the volume of which is increased moment to moment. The crowd goes mad, and two huge guards installed behind large, belt-fed machine guns start mowing down those who get too close in calculated fashion, as much as that is possible when operating such contraptions.
The artificial sonic hell shuts off. A ring of heavily armed guards gesture with their hands for the crowd to quiet down. At the same time, a baby is brought to the commandant from among several guards hold by their necks, while close by the rest of the captive children huddle in terror, still kept at arm’s length from the lascivious crowd.
Amid the great silence, only the cries of the infant are heard. The commandant holds it like a mother and it, feeling comforted, also falls into silence, to an awed audience. Suddenly, the commandant takes the creature by its skull and plunges an enormous needle into its heart, the carefully prepared nauseous toxins filling its tiny circulation system.
As the operation is over, she then grabs the infant by its neck and with a swift motion flings it to the crowd, which dismembers it, fighting with each other for a piece to cannibalize, or at least a bit of blood to lap up. As she does this, the loud rumble and terrible thunder from the sound system starts again. The author tells us that her true devotees know that these hideous electronic sounds are her true voice, undiscernible by others, but blossoming into messages in the hearts of the death devoted.
“The seven Matrikas licked all drops of blood and checked from falling on the ground, as a result of which the multiplication of secondary Andhakasura could not take place. In the struggle Andhakasura finally lost his power known as Asura Maya and was defeated by Lord Siva. Nevertheless by the grace of Lord Siva, the Asura met a good end.”