Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 364

the waxed floors of the hall. Oh the horror! Blood, guts, and all! With extreme force, the cudgels drove
through their hearts and the protectors of Heaven shuddered in unison and collapsed on the floor.
The Spirit of Venus knew he needed to act fast. “Tell your troops to retreat at once, you impudent
simian, or we will never let you join our ranks up in Heaven” he proffered quickly.
“Command the retreat of your army of clones, and I will have a discussion with the Lion, Ox,
Eagle and Human, Supreme Emissaries of Heaven. If all goes well, you will be instilled with the title of The
One and Only Monkey King, God of All Monkeys and Creatures.” “All this by taking a single bite of a
godly peach. You will also be cleared of all charges done to Heaven.”
“Really?” gasped Wukong gaping at Venus. “Is-is it t-true? I’m going to be a God?
“Yes you will. Allow me to talk to The Supreme Emissaries of Heaven in just a moment. You will
have your title very soon.”
Wukong was excited as a child who had swallowed a gallon of Fanta.
“Spiffing! Extraordinary! Absolutely corking!” he cried out in excitement. “Make haste, make
haste, make haste of your time. Go Lord Venus.”
“Yes, my liege, I’ll go to The Four Courts of Heaven immediately,” replied Venus clearly
annoyed. He rolled his eyes. “But if you lose the trial, well, you’ll face harsh consequences” he muttered
under his breath.
And, with a casual flick of his robes, he vanished into thin air.