\They all saw it happen.
The raising of flags and standards of red upon green.
The ascent of the Righteous.
The decline of free speech, freedoms and the donning of the armour of God.
2030 General Election
For years, the amused bit despairing public watched politicians bicker, argue , scheme and fall to scandal.
Then Roger Hotspur rose to prominence. On the last Covid outbreak in 2023, where millions fell worldwide, Armies diminished and retreated from bloody drawn out invasions and despots were toppled in bloody dispute.
Hotspur called to the people.
The Union was torn asunder. Scotland, Northern Ireland and Wales were torn from the Union. They stood alone now.
Hotspur called what remained the New Jerusalem. The world England fell from use.
In the 2026, Hotspur, a former teacher campaigned as an independent, on a midland seat.
With rhetoric that played to the the failings of others: Parents that lacked the discipline to teach their off spring how to behave, NHS trust managers siphoning off funds from nurses and doctors, policemen too busy to catch criminals and even politicians caught in scandals were all raged against. Riding public acclamation, Hotspur even rallied disparate churchmen to champion him. Of course, he chose his targets carefully and with his sudden rise, ambitious men funded his campaign. Routinely, Hotspur wore a kind of armour plate, a gorget and pauldrons, on a green smock, emblazoned with the Red Cross of England and St George but racist he was not. He championed all causes that would fill his ranks to include all races- because green was the Earth and red was the blood.
Oh, how the people were taken in and hailed him as a the force for good!
The Great outbreak in 2027, he and his standards were raised and voted in by the decimated parliament MP's desperate to install a strong leader, whom they thought they could control, but they didn't fully understand him or his ambition. Tragically, the wise old king died and the new king was weakened with family tragedy and illness. With the fabric of society being torn apart- Hotspur seemed to rise above it.
In a speech that cemented him as the leader of the parliament, he called for drastic action. To save the righteous, they would cut away the chaff, split the Union and save the body from a great disease. Great armies of Hotspur supporters cleared towns and villages of the dissolute, the streets were cleared and cleaned. The same was done to the infra structure. Nurses, Doctors, teachers, Police and the army all worked together to implement Hotspur's 'Call to Purity'. The country rallied behind his call, in less than a year- A New Jerusalem rose, with Hotspur seen on every billboard, every bus shelter, every commercial. He was the saviour of the New Jerusalem.
The relied on the steady, divine hand of Hotspur- The new Lord Protector.
IN months, the cities and towns and villages embraced their new Lord Protector.
In the austere green and red crossed buildings of Old London, the Tower stood. No longer white but green and red. In it, the council of Jerusalem sat, Hotspur at its head.
In his private chambers, Hotspur now 54 years young slapped the curvy arse cheek of woman bent over the leather studded armchair. Hotspur spanked the poor woman's buttocks red but she endured it without a squeal, she knew how to please the Lord Protector. Hotspur was in a disciplinary mood, having fucked the woman's cunny and arse vigorously after the morning sessions with the council.
His semen still dribbled down the woman's legs, from her reddened holes.
"Lady of the Northern Matches, you have endured your chastisement well, as a Lady should. Do you wish release?" Hotspur gave her the chance, but he knew what her reply would be.
