War is the way of rule.

( Literature/the empire series.)

War is the way of rule.
 Emperor Rule was taking stock of progress.It was now almost two years to the date when he won the empire after winning the dominance wars,and the supremacy wars that followed soon after.His whole life from the point of birth was fighting,and he had been born looking the part,as his mother liked to remind him that he was born covered with fur and with long fingernails like an animal,and rather than cry at the first feel of the cold in Mambalia,that Sunday night he had just grunted and immediately fell to a sound sleep,as one tired from his labors.His birth had been noted by all beings that note,and spirits had convened,principalities,gods and powers,to witness the arrival of rule,for the time was right for this one birth in a million in the planet locals call earth,but is known in the empire as sali.He was both feared and loved from birth,as his life for 29 years,29 being the date of the Sunday he was born,would be one of warfare like only the rule 'war is the way of rule' of the code Mambalia promised.Many would be that he would defeat and slay before his 29th birthday,fate only knew who,yet that grim future was the hope of the empire,for if rule didn't win the dominance wars in 29 years,then all hope would be lost and the empire would collapse upon itself.Chaos had taken root,and Rule was the creators answer,a male who would end the wars in strife for the ultimate price,the empire,for that is what was promised the one who would win the dominance wars from a time before the creator created the empire and even the dominion.Yet it still rested on this infant a cold Sunday night in Mambalia to rise up to the task.He could not be told his destiny until after the dominance wars,where defeat would mean his death,and end of all hope.

29/10/2019:Western Mambalia.

The man was tired,this early morning as the sun cast it's first rays on the dew upon the grass strands growing on both sides of the beaten path as he sucked in lungfuls of fresh air with a fatigued delight.He didn't fully grasp it,but he now knew that he was the emperor of the universe,having won the last battle before midnight the night past,and been formaly given by the creator the empire at dawn.Then he had remarked that ruling the empire was more of a curse than a blessing,words that were only fit for the moment,but not true,and would haunt him until the truth of the profound blessing of reigning would grip him in time.He had pulled of a miracle,matching his weapon logic to the intelligence of God,in only 29 years!Even the creator was impressed,and it was he who had deemed it not a match but a win by rule.

Present day,inner Mambalia.

The emperor is careful to note that war is indeed his way,having used the ten armies he commands to create empire wide stability,and stability is the ground upon which you build on.Now the empire was a fully fledged civilization,on the dawn of prosperity,and the military which he had so liberally used was recognized by all as the stabilizing factor,allowing the emperor to reign over the empire,which is to use what is yours to rule.His fate being tied to the empire,he notes that he is beginning to enjoy prosperity on all the five characters of the empire,as should be.He no longer thinks as any curse to rule the empire,but realizes that it is a true blessing that brings no sorrow with it,and is happy,which is the goal of prosperity.

Yet for more than a year he had run on the adrenaline thrill of war,learning to see the effects of spiritual war on the physical and psychological dimensions,and getting comfortable with the fact that he controls all events on earth,as a mirror to his control of the empire.Hiding in plain site,the ruler of the empire intermingled freely with society,with usual pursuits of life,yet leaving a mark on all around him.He had become comfortable with being himself,a creature made of five parts,just as God is made of three parts.He now notes that his will is done,as whatever he desires to happen is what does,and his authority is absolute.

The future is promising.

Author : Lion Mambo.