(My first response! LOTS of criticism please!)
Xi Jinping remained still as the commander of the People's Liberation Army Air Force handed him the Bile Bible. It was scaly and bound in what appeared to be leather. What the paramount leader of the People's Republic of China didn't know was that the leather with which the book had been bound came from creatures that he could not even dream of. It was thought to have been lost for centuries and many who sought it were willing to pay any price to get it. The Japanese had slaughtered many in hopes the spilling of Han Chinese blood would awaken the beast rumored to have slept in the mountains of China.
It was not until the Chairman re-discovered the lost book when his army had re-grouped at the Jinggang Mountains. Reviled as a monster and tyrant in the West, he is hailed amongst the inner leadership for showing immense restraint. Mao refused to awaken the beast for he believed the strength of China came from its people not the beasts of unholy proportion. The book was kept, more as a relic and icon rather than an actual military option. China's development of nuclear weapons had caused many to view the Bile Bible as a mere myth. An allegory that Mao used to describe collectivism, the mighty Dragon that slept would one day awaken when China became a true superpower. With the world's largest population, a military that was modernizing at a quick pace, and a sizable arsenal of nuclear weapons Party leadership regarded the book as an effective piece of propaganda used to rally Mao's inner circle.
Seismic activity in the Great Wall proved otherwise.
As early as 1996, Chinese geologists uncovered a series of anomalies that drove them mad. Not mad as in perplexed, the scientists were institutionalized after prolonged exposure to the sounds and imagery they had encountered while studying the anomaly. The Chinese Communist Party had kept the affair under wraps but it prompted a re-examination of the legends surrounding the Bile Bible. The codex was not in written Chinese but rather a complex set of characters that required the best of the nation's cryptographers. The study was at least complete but not without claiming the sanity of all directly involved. The supercomputer that aided in the decryption process was rendered useless. After a the long and arduous process, none doubted the reality of which the Chairman spoke. None questioned why it was called the Bile Bible either.
The paramount leader was made aware of its existence once he had joined the inner circle. The People's Liberation Army had developed a set of scenarios under which its use would be sanctioned. The protocol was complex and the ritual for summoning costly (in both time, sanity, and numbers). For the edification of the General Secretary the conditions for a summoning were boiled down to a critical sentence:
The integrity and freedom of the Chinese people must be at stake.
When Xi Jingping heard this, his annoyance was only tempered by confusion. Several decades of rule under foreign powers, unrestrained Japanese aggression, the threat of war with powers in the East and West, famines that claimed hundreds of millions, pathogenic outbreaks of every sort and yet the Bile Bible remained unmolested. None who understood its secrets dared use it. The territorial sovereignty of the People's Republic of China was challenged on a daily basis and its people had suffered from atrocities of every kind from enemies within and without.
What kept the leader of the Chinese Communist Party awake at night was not what the Bile Bible did but what could it be a response to. Xi tried not to think about it, he had ordered the Air Force to safeguard it (after all a "winged creature of inexplicable size" should be under its jurisdiction) so that it would not fall into the wrong hands. But other than that he told himself there was not a single thing China could not whether.
Han, Uhygr, Tibetan, Manchu. It mattered not, China was one nation and though her people squabbled with each other they had been through such misery and hardship that they would endure until the end of time. It was the spirit of a nation one billion strong that let Xi sleep when his mind was haunted by the Beast that was said to have been sleeping under the Wall. He walked into conferences with a confidence that could not be shaken by the Bear that Putin rode or the mighty Eagle that Obama flew on. He had a creature far more mighty, not just because it wasn't metaphorical but because its reality could tear minds asunder through sheer text.
The nagging questions as to where the Beast came from and who created the Bile Bible and why were not meant to be deciphered. Jingping only knew how to summon it and he prayed he would never have to. The pleas he had sent every night to the multitude of gods worshiped by his citizens ultimately would fall on deaf ears. The book was in his hand and he knew what he had to do.
The de facto head of the nation formerly known as the People's Republic of China was in an unmarked location. Above ground or below it didn't matter because Xi Jingping didn't know where he was. He could plainly tell it was an facility of some sort but he had been rendered unconscious while the bulk of the summoning process was underway. The PLA thought it best its leader not be aware of his location during the preparation period for reasons that would soon be apparent.
All of the hard work had been done. It had been carried out by the loyal soldiers of the People's Republic of China and now all that remained was the invocation ceremony. Xing was required to have the words memorized but military intelligence had reason to believe the process was not necessary. The Bile Bible indicated that when the time came and the need for its usage was imminent they'd come to him without need for recollection. The Bile Bible lay in his hands and for a second the paramount leader closed his eyes and remembered the man he used to be.
Leader of a mighty nation. He sparred with some of the greatest leaders of his time. Back when it was all a game. Trade deals and land squabbles. Each trying to win something from the other. It was fun. They all thought so, for with all the bullshit and tough decisions that came with their respective jobs it still felt like an overall enjoyable experience. They were all politicians at heart, leaders yes but they truly were negotiators and strategists of the highest order. When the Enemy came to the shores of every continent on the globe, the game changed. They were playing for keeps. Not the sort that the United States had played with Russia in Cuba, no it was much more insidious.
For the longest while Xing couldn't understand what made the Beast so special. Why couldn't nuclear weapons (or the threat of them) resolve any major threat to the People's Republic of China? No war over the Senkaku could go so hot as to warrant such force from either side. But when Xing saw the frontlines, when he looked into the sky and saw the things the Enemy was capable of he immediately understood that the game was over. There wasn't any "winning something" any more....there was only not losing everything. If this last move didn't work then there wouldn't be another turn for the Chinese people or anyone in the world for that manner.
Xing closed his eyes and spoke the words. To say he spoke them though would be a bit of an overstatement. He didn't recall what he had said though he practiced the strange words often enough. He did know that the second they had been said, there was a rumble. A big one. At that exact moment, about a third of the people who were still trying to survive on the surface of the planet formerly known as Earth went blind.
When the Beast entered into the realm of the world, his size was so massive in proportion to the region he had been summoned from that his form could be witnessed from multiple point from across the globe. What people saw they would barely be able to register. Wings, snout, fire, tail, scales. All physical characteristics commonly associated with the
The sounds emitted from every space around the General Secretary caused such a grinding friction in his brain he nearly went mad on the spot. He begged the PLA to let him see a satellite feed or some sort of video of the Great Wall. He wanted to witness this. The military aides restrained him to a chair and told him such a thing was not possible. He sobbed, pleaded, and begged to be shown what he had wrought on the world and its would be Destroyers.
"请上帝，我必须知道。我做了什么来中国吗 请让我看到了野兽"
The room fell silent. A lone voice spoke up. It belonged to the commander of the Chinese Air Force. The man who had kept the Bile Bible out of Xi's mind and sight.
"主席先生，我们不能告诉你的野兽。我们不能告诉你，中国。野兽是中国"
To Be Continued if yall like it.