Augustine walked down the corridor miserably. All he wanted now is to go back to his house and enjoy freedom while it lasts. Every other MP around him seemed to be walking quickly out of The House of Lords compared to him. Perhaps they wanted to get to their house quickly like he did. Perhaps he lost sense of how time really works.

Before he knew it he was alone on the corridor. Or at least he thought he did.

"Hello Augustine," said a woman with a pleasant yet patronizing tone.

The hairs on his neck suddenly erected.

He turned around and faced none other than Elizabeth Armstrong.

"Feeling extra old today?" She said with a smirk.

"I'm only sixty-eight," Augustine replied with an impatient tone.

Elizabeth stepped back, out a hand on her chest, where the heart is, and put an exaggerated shocked expression "What's the sudden attitude for? Aren't you happy for me?" she said with a dramatic voice.

Augustine rolled his eyes and stared at her "Ethan's speech was great. He definitely won the hearts of some of your followers, maybe just enough to win!"

Elizabeth stood normally again, and raised her eyebrows "Oh? Such confidence. Are you sure he definitely won? Or did you want him to win? His speech was mediocre at best."

Augustine frowned. She wasn't wrong, and he knew it. But... he had hope. "By God's will, he will win."

Elizabeth now looked serious. She took a few steps forward, but she wasn't too close to him.

"What is God, but a mere idea invented by humans? He was created to explain the unexplainable. If anything, humans are the true gods, and I will claim my place as one." she spoke slowly, and said in a personal and serious voice. She sounded menacing, and it frightened Augustine. But he refused to show it. He doesn't want to appear weak in front of her of all people.

He could not believe what he's hearing. Perhaps his old ears are making things up.

No. What she said was not made up, and Augustine knew it. She seems to show a very serious God Complex.

Augustine was done with the conversation. He broke their eye contact, turned around and started walking away.

The fate of this country rests on God's merciful hands. May He guide people into choosing the right person to lead this country, Augustine thought to himself.

27th of January, 2030

House of Lords

Nervousness and anticipation filled the atmosphere in the House of Lords. While every MP in the room sat uncomfortably in their chairs, Elizabeth was relaxed and quite comfortable. She was also excited to prove to Augustine how his God failed him.

Nathan Johnson would be the one to deliver the dreaded news to the country, which perceived it as an incredible result. 

Everyone was secretly crossing their fingers in the hopes that Elizabeth doesn't win-- they wouldn't even mind a draw! Anything to keep her away from power. But the chances of a draw are incredibly low. Only a true miracle could allow that to happen.

Which is what Augustine is hoping.

As Nathan stood up to go to the middle of the House of Lords, Augustine took out his rosary, hid it in his hands, and started to pray. His mouth moved, but no words came out. It is as if he is possessed. 

Please, Lord, don't allow her to win, 

Nathan now has the results in his hands, he reads them, and looks at all MPs present in this hall.

"The official results are a representation of the people's will, and they have chosen an individual that has been working hard, shown compassion, leadership skills, and humbleness,"

Ethan! He's practically describing him!

Augustine smiled. A jolt of excitement and euphoria shot up his body. His prayers have been answered! This is a time for celebration! Ethan won! The Conservative Party won!

"The results are astonishing. 27% of the votes go for the Conservative Party, while the Labour Party wins by 73%!" Nathan sounded shocked. I didn't know she had this many supporters?!

Augustine's body went numb, causing his rosary to fall to the floor. If his heart could fall on the ground, it would be there, next to the rosary. Tears started forming in the corner of his eyes.

No... This can't be...

Ethan felt his body getting goosebumps, and his eyes widened. He didn't have the courage to look at Elizabeth; he felt shameful and miserable. Whatever Augustine wanted to prevent was about to happen... And I couldn't stop it... I have failed my country...

Meanwhile, Elizabeth smiled triumphantly. She has now become the first president of the UK, she didn't feel excited, or surprised, after all, she knew this would happen-- in fact, she thought she'd get at least 90% of the votes, but it doesn't bother her. She won. And her dictatorship was about to start.

She stood up, she's ready to give her "thank you," speech. As she got to the middle of the room, she looked over at Augustine.

Her brown eyes made contact with Augustine's light blue eyes. They stared at each other for a few seconds. Elizabeth felt powerful and far above him and his God.

Your God has failed you, Augustine, as I told you he would. She thought to herself. Augustine could feel the smug aura coming from Elizabeth, and it made him feel even more nervous than before.

Nobody in the room clapped for her. There was an element of emptiness in the room, even people from the Labour Party wished for her to lose. What Augustine had confessed to them seemed outlandish, yes, but the way he told them... You could see the fear in his eyes, so after that, the Labour Party decided to stop supporting her, even though they had to work alongside her.

Elizabeth now stared at her audience "I just want to thank everyone that voted for me, I would not be delivering this speech if it wasn't for you. My heart, no, my soul thanks you. I waited whole life for this very moment! No words could possibly describe how grateful I am! I promise to God that I will be the best President Britain will ever have!"

She then paused and looked over at Augustine "Hopefully you'll enjoy my reign," she sounded as if she meant it towards him rather than her supporters.

They stared at each other for a couple of seconds. Elizabeth gave an egotistic smile towards Augustine, and he replied with a stone-cold glare. He looked as if he could kill her right then and there. The rage inside of them was bottling up, and he could no longer look at her smug face, so he turned to look at Ethan, who was as quiet and motionless as a stone.

The audience clapped at her short speech. She clearly didn't put much effort into it, but it doesn't matter, she won.

The camera stopped recording them Live, it was recording for a long time, mostly for anticipation. And now it was time to stop.

Britain was celebrating the glorious victory of Elizabeth, and the pathetic failure of Ethan.

But happiness was soon going to end, and the people of Britain had no idea what events were about to happen.

Author's note:
I like this chapter better, I promise I'll continue writing like this for the other chapters.