Joab's Pagiel | Part 6

DISCLAIMER:

They are non-Trans Men. I just voice the men due to having no male voice actors. Green means it's voice acted, though most use a male voice due to software and me changing my voice with it. Red means my narration. Also, I am a black woman. If something seems racist or sexist, that was not my intent. Underlined stuff normally means it's clickable.

"Sir, with all due respect, of which there is none, I will not be following that order," Said Dwight Schneider, a member of the Loyal White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan.

Dwight Schneider was asked to "Go in the town of Parmenus and kill all white women who have slept with the blacks & mexicans & natives," By the Grand Wizard, Christopher Barker.

Dwight Schneider said, "How am I to kill all these white women indoctrinated with pro-race mixing doctrine? They're Amish, they don't know any better!"

Christopher Barker started laughing, and asked, "Are you screwing one of the girls up there?" Dwight Schneider was shocked to see he asked that, but said, "No." Dwight Schneider lied, he was with one of the Amish girls and she was pregnant with his baby. He only slept with her once. This was Pagiel's Cousin, Sarah. Sarah was 23 and didn't know he was a KKK member.

Chris Barker went down to him in his klan uniform and asked, "Why are you lying to me? Her perfume is in the grand hall."

"How did you know what her perfume was?" Dwight Schneider said, shocked that this man somehow knew what it was... "Wait... Are you screwing her?" Dwight said as he slowly looked up at him with anger, jealousy, and then his face morphed into horrified sadness.

Chris laughed, and said, "No, I'd never bang a race traitor and betray my men by sleeping with their girl..."

Chris had seen him with her entering the grand hall.

Dwight paused, then said, "Honestly, I just don't respect a man willing to harm a white woman."

Meanwhile...

At Adiel's home, Adiel sat at the table with his wife, hands folded, staring at nothing for a long moment before speaking.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, “we have a problem.”

He exhaled, then said what he had been circling all night.

“The only two options we have are preventing race mixing so they leave some of us alive—because we don’t have fight training and they have guns—or everyone leaves, and they might still kill us because they see us as race traitors.”

He didn’t like either option. Neither did she.

The town had already been rearranged—Black families moved inward, white Swiss families pushed to the edges. Not as shields, not officially. Distance was the shield. Time was the shield. The longer it took attackers to reach the center, the better the odds to protect the minority groups from the K.K.K.

Joab hated all of it.

He wanted to leave. Pagiel couldn’t. There were no punishments for interracial courting, but couples were pulled aside, spoken to in low voices, urged to separate.

“It’s not the time or the place,” the elders always said, “Wait for the racism to go down. Wait for the KKK to go away.”

The united front backed this logic—not because it was fair, but because it left survivors. If the KKK decided to wipe out minorities, they feared a fully mixed town would mean no one was spared. Guns didn’t care about nuance.

People had already started leaving.

Romani families left first. Nomadic groups followed. Many Black families understood the danger well enough that if they were asked to leave, they wouldn’t fight it—not once the reason was explained.

But the Jews stayed.

They refused to leave. They organized instead.

They formed the united front and started recruiting. Among them were genetically modified individuals—government-designed protectors who had grown up in the Amish community. Men and women. Fast. Powerful. Tireless. Intelligent. Kind. Almost unsettlingly capable.

Joab was one of them.

Eight feet one inch tall. Pale-skinned. Half Black, 32% Cherokee, with roughly eighteen percent Comanche ancestry—enough to trigger compulsory recruitment. He didn’t want to join. He wanted out. But the draft came anyway. Invitation after invitation. Pressure that didn’t let up.

Adiel refused to expel the minorities, even when others demanded it.

At the mayor's office which Adiel held, He confronted Thomason directly—the man who suggested removing them all.

“We have a problem,” Adiel said, “We need them here. You may not think so, but we do. The Jews run the united front. The genetically modified children—white, Black, and everything else—are the ones holding the line. The KKK sees them as an affront to God, so they attack them first. But they are also the only ones capable of stopping them.”

Adiel didn’t flinch:

“If we had expelled them when you suggested it, the KKK would have ruined our lives anyway. I don’t put that past them. And right now, expelling them would be impossible. Ungrateful. Dangerous. It would turn our protectors against us.”

Thomason snapped back, exhausted and furious:

“The K.K.K. tried to burn down the wall. You let our people build it out of wood. Wood. The K.K.K. have attacked it so many times we had to seal it, reinforce it, smooth it. Someone got shot up there. Maybe killed. The wall is weak. The united front is stretched thin.”

He slammed his hand down:

“All this because you chose wood instead of concrete. We need to fix it. Concrete. Metal. Stone. We need reinforcements inside and out. The doors need metal frames—tight, sealed. They’ll dig under it if they can. They’ll break through the doors. We need a way in and out without dying, and you chose wood.”

Adiel didn’t deny it, though Adiel was confused as to what Thomason was talking about because many of the people pooled money together to reinforce the walls. "The walls are concreted, we reinforced them. Just not with metal and steel," Said Adiel.

Thomason then remmbered: "Oh yes..." Thomason had forgot, it seems: "I guess I forgot about that..."

“Our lives are at stake,” Adiel said, “We are nearly dying. God has stopped the worst of it, but we’ve seen attempted murder—many times. The only thing holding them back is the minorities and the united front.”

Adiel met Thomason’s eyes:

“You’re right about why they’re attacking us. It’s because we accepted them. Because we allowed mixing. I accept that. I don’t judge you for saying it.”

Then Adiel's voice hardened:

“But your idea is wrong now. Because we need them. If we send them out, the KKK will kill them—and then come back for us. The wall is working. It’s not perfect. But it’s working.”

Silence followed.

Outside, the wall stood—scarred, reinforced, unfinished.

And everyone knew there was no clean way out anymore.

Thomason stared blankly off into the distance, absolutely infuriated, and shouted, "Can't I have some peace?!" Then he just stormed out of the Mayor's office that Adiel held.

Meanwhile...

A budding Phineas Priest, 19-year-old Jameson, was lamenting his actions. He had sex with an immigrant greek girl with medium light brown skin and curly black hair with chocolate diamond brown eyes named Aya.

At Aya's home, Aya was the BFF of Pagiel, and so Pagiel was talking to her about her pregnancy as both Pagiel and her were adults.

This average-sized, square living room has coordinating wooden furniture. The seating is plush. The floor is stone and the walls are painted with a wallpapered dado. Light is provided by wall lamps and a ceiling light. The room is done in a bird theme in warm bright colors and overall has a quaint atmosphere.

Pagiel Shetler was 25 while Aya was 19. Aya had confessed to Pagiel that "I'm pregnant."

Pagiel replied, "Oh... That's not good... You should be married. Is it an English man's baby? Most Amish men wait until marriage, even when the old Amish do bedroom courtship. They don't even know about sex in some villages of the old Amish until they're taken into an office after they get married to be explained sex... And hiding sex is to keep them from fornicating."

Aya nodded, and then tears up saying, "I'm scared. I want to marry him, but doing this can get you shunned." Aya didn't know that Jameson was a member of the K.K.K.

Pagiel Shetler puts on a fake, yet calm smile & replies, "I don't think I can shun a pregnant woman,"

Moving her sticker bow down to her shirt, Pagiel Shetler looked so nervous because Aya was so young and greek, greeks some had brown skin. They have Mediterranean blood and can get clearly brown -- like dark olive is literally just light brown skin like you could find on Beyonce.

Pagiel gave a nervous smile, but it looked so awkward.

Pagiel caves, & trembles, fearing the worst for the baby.

The next morning, after spending the night with Aya to lay next to her and comfort her, --

...Pagiel went to the shop to buy fabric to sew baby clothes for Aya.

Aya was so grateful for this when she came back with Joab with these newly knit baby clothes Joab helped Pagiel make.

Pagiel & Joab were trying to teach her how to care for a baby with all the cues, cries, etc.

Pagiel told Joab "You'll have to help me help her because... English men normally don't like to take care of their babies. They like to play & have fun."

Joab nods, begrudgingly stating "They see a baby as the end, not a new beginning of a new era like we do." This made Joab... Depressed. He just held Aya's hand & said, "It'll be okay."

Joab didn't know what to do further than that other than help her raise the baby. Pagiel didn't, either.

Joab tells them, "I have a dangerous job, I won't be here always with you girls." Pagiel Was confused, then realized he thought he'd die, then got real stressed out, but kept quiet about that and replied, "Um..." Not knowing what to say.

Joab noticed she was stressed, realizing she was catching on to what he said, he replies, "God'll keep me! You don't have to worry!" Not knowing what else to say to calm her down.

Joab carefully zaps in speed to the local chapel to ask God to make him a prophet or a Nazarite. Joab opens the chapel doors, golden hour light pouring into the building; The sunrays white & ethereal.

Joab entered the chapel.

To be continued...