2 The leaders plan (2/2)

*Sigh* ”Michael Frell Wiik. Dying at the age of 20 from a fatal stab wound and further blood loss, fall of 2020. You left your parents crushed, and your siblins scarred”. The head opened its transparent eyes which were formed out of grayish white lines.

Tears formed in the edge of Michael's eyes, and his body trembled with self loathing. As he blamed himself silently, the head let out a last sentence which shook him awake.

”Young man, I do not have much time left”.

Left speechless, Michael was about to ask him his piled up questions, but the head already knew what was to come.

”Haha, let me answer those for you, Young man”. A sincere laugh escaped the giant, barely visible mouth. Brightening up the space around the two.

”Yes, I am what you, or what some call God. No, I am not here to pass judgement, and no, I am also not here to devoure you” The old one smiled, yet instantly hardening his expression.

”The universe you live in, or more precisely, my universe, is at war with several other ones with ther own gods, overlords and sovereigns. As I and many of my fellow allies and underlings have fallen, the pressure keeps increasing. As we speak, the once vast and ever growing universe gets claimed and 'eaten' by them...*cough *cough”. Finally, he finished his sentence with a long, held in cough, almost causing the head to choke.

Before Michael had a chance to open his mouth, the head followed up.

”I do not know how much longer until those bastards reach your world, but they have already wiped out or enslaved several other planets which inhabited intelligent life. You are the 703 401th one I will send over, Michael. To infiltrate them”.

Before the head continued, he noticed Michael absorbing every word he said with a stern expression. His swollen eyes also shrank slightly, together with his widening pupils.

The head once again regained his sincere smile. ”You sure have alot of questions piling up, even though you processes everything I say like some machine”.

”Anyways, the most important one on your mind, why would I send 703 401 uninvolved organisms to their death? Well, I would not send anyone who is unwilling over to fight my battles, or act as my eyes”. Old head, as Michael was now refering to it as, began to immerse his thoughts more thoroughly in what the head said.

”Let me get straight to the point, Michael. Do this for me, and if you go, I will grant you a power of your choosing without any drawbacks. Come back triumphant, and not only will I grant you your most desired wish, I will also reunite you with your family, as if nothing has ever happened”. Just then, only for a second, a sense of victory was born in the gaze of the head, and the light in Michael's eyes grew stronger yet more wary.

”Can I not just go back?” he muttered.

”No, you should have originally been sendt trough the cycle, but I have made new plans for you. You may refuse if that is what you want. However, never will you see them again”.

Michael, who realized he was both baited and tempted into walking a path of strings, choose not to waver in the least. The memories of his parents and siblings fuelled the impulsive fire which burnt inside his core.

”I accept you offer!” He said, with firmness binding his actions, further walking out of his own hands.

Emotionlessy, the head noded, as he confirmed what was said.

The void shook once more. And Michael found the darkness now replaced by a hazy white glow which infinitely streched out in every direction.

”Now Michael”. The old head appeard more detaled and empowered.

”What is your wish?”