The Invocation

Day 5,631, 06:32 • Published in USA United Kingdom • by Judas H Christ


Thursday, April 20, 2023
The White House

Inside The White House, President George Armstrong Custer is ending yet another meeting in the Oval Office. Clearly exausted, he pats the shoulder of the last person leaving then walks to his desk. He sits and takes a deep breath before pushing a button on his desk intercom, buzzing the President's Administrative Assistant.

Ass't: - Yes, Sir?

GAC: Hello, Ma'am. Just making sure that THAT was my last meeting today.

Ass't: - Yes, Sir. No more meetings scheduled today, Mr. President.

GAC: Thank you, Ma'am.

Custer pushes the button to end the conference call and leans back in his desk chair. He closes his eyes to enjoy the silence.

Unknown Female Voice: Busy life... being at the top, huh?

Custer leaps forward and his heads spins left to right repeatedly as his eyes dart around the Oval Office.

GAC: Huh? Who's here?

Unknown Female Voice: I understand completely. After all, I was a Country President four times... and trust me, I'm not really considering a fifth time.

Custer looks around the room and finally sees former President and the first Goddess of War in the USA, Artela. He calms down and places a hand on his heart.

GAC: Holy crap, Artela. You just about scared me to clay madness. By the way, how did you get in here?

Artela: That's priveledged information, Custer.

GAC: But I'm the President!

Artela: Do it twice more times.

Custer shrugs and rolls his eyes a bit before continuing.

GAC: Well, great to see you anyway, even if you did nearly scare the bahjeebiss out of me. What's going on?

Custer motions to a chair but Artela pays it no mind.

Artela: I won't be long. I've only come here today as a messanger. A harbinger of information that is sure to shock you to your very core.

Custer looks stunned and stares blankly for a few before continuing;

GAC: And that message is?

Artela raises her arms, her clothes flowing wildly in a sudden wind.

Artela: Today, I come to you with a great message for you to shout to all the people. For today, the Idol is born again.

Custer goes to speak but Artela just continues.

Artela: For he has heard your invocations. He has heard your laments. He has heard your joyous optimism. And today, on what he calls the holiest of holidays, he has returned. eAmerica's Beloved Son.

Artela raises her eyebrows and continues;

Artela: And one hell of a lover...

Artela is then interrupted by Custer, who then has a puzzled look on her face when he whispers a name;

GAC: Jude

Moments pass and Artela looks at Custer peculiarly.


Artela: Annnnnyway, he says to meet him here.

Artela hands Custer what looks like a pack of Zig-Zags. Custer opens it and reads it.

GAC: Of course. Perfect.

Custer smiles for a few minutes as he continues to read the inside of the pack of Zig-Zag papers, nodding his head in agreement.

GAC: Tell him I'll be there later t....

Custer looks up from the pack of papers and sees that Artela is already gone. No evidence of her even being there reamins, aside from the amazing smell of roses intermingled with gunpowder...

And a rolled up joint on the table, wrapped in a beautiful bow with a note that reads:

WE'RE BACK!