The Concordance of Martyrs
Weep not for yourself, but for the House of Martyrs! I ask you: what suffering might your toils bring that they have not born a thousand times over? What is your hunger to those who left forsook peaceful Jannah? What is a twelve-hour shift to the mortifications of the Nephilim, who lowered themselves to harrowed flesh? What is damnation and an early death – what is your cancer, what is your industrial accident – to those who were born deathless?
I say to you: nothing at all. Weep for our blessed Martyrs.
The Concordance of Martyrs is the polity that governs the island of Cyprus. Most of the island is a megalopolis, glittering towers with intricate vast edifices depicting scenes of religious important in neo-classical Islamic styles. Edifices depict religious imagery in eggshell white, powder blue and surreal violet, washing streets far below in neon. Their glow is oppressive even outside of richer urban areas, staining the night in Cyprus' sprawling urban slums.
Its rulers are the royal House of Martyrs, a dynasty of Nephilim that claims to have sacrificed much of their angelic nature and technology in their descent to Cyprus to serve as enlightened shepherds to its people. They espouse adherence to Concordism and claim to be beyond the corruptions of the material, lesser world, with Martyrs being expected to model enlightened behavior and serve to selflessly facilitate harmony between all classes. In practice, consequences for misbehavior are notional at best in most cases, and their control of the government manifests as being somewhere between political party and a class of rentiers and capitalists. Their good works and charity, paraded ostentatiously and broadcast on state media or memorialized in architecture, are more often than not for show than the benefit of the majority of the Concordance's citizens, who struggle to earn living wages where most have to pick from shipping, mining, underpaid maintenance on electronics and Nephilim-tech engines, and extensive criminal enterprises.
The single and greatest exception to this is the Concordance's Janissary Corps. Beloved by the people, this elite and small group of Mobile Suit pilots is primarily from the common folk, each one compensated so lavishly that to be selected guarantees class mobility for a pilot's entire neighborhood. They report to Nephilim handlers and live in luxury, elevated by their proximity to the Martyrs as quasi-divine slave-soldiers. There's just one catch: the M-Particle engines built with leftover Nephilim technology, while easier to produce, are built by sacrificing protections for the pilots. To join the Janissary Corps is to die an early and painful death, and the island's greatest heroes - the pilots of storied Mobile Suits like Ifrit, Achilles, Hamsa - are all lesser martyrs. With their vast celebrity and the patronage of their handlers, a given Janissary Corps team can find themselves with moderate amounts of political power. Thus far, none have yet to challenge the system despite widespread resentment among the Janissaries. But in these changing times, young idealists have begun to dream and stoke the flames of their anger - and those consigned to death might yet decide to die a little sooner.