The being's face was expressionless; it showed no sense of emotion
or feeling after having uttered a phrase so grave and grim. "People need
to die, of course that happens on a daily basis. Natural deaths, diseases,
hunger, murders, suicides; men, women and children. Everybody has to die
eventually but once every few hundred years we need death and destruction on a
much larger scale; a kind of reset button that has to be pushed. We had the
plagues before but with man exploring, discovering and developing the sciences
to advance the methods of warfare, I figured why not?"
The man tried to listen patiently trying
to quell his now throbbing heart that beat like a drum. "Humans are the
most developed animals on this Earth and yet your categorizations - things that
you've come to perceive by your own - causes conflicts among yourselves. Race,
religion, gender, political ideology - all things that you have created to
distinguish yourselves from one another. Your need to be different, to stand
out and be special drives you into conflicts, into WAR. Of course, you cannot
expect them to be perfect beings. If everyone was perfect, there wouldn't be a
God. A figure to look up to in times of need, times when you feel a divine
intervention is necessary. Someone who is perfect and can guide you; that's
when you look up and pray do you not? Despite countless opportunities that have
been presented before the human race to turn from this behavior and to unite as
one and live peacefully; you have failed repeatedly. Sin has become the norm.
War is the solution to peace. Conflict after conflict that has no absolute
resolution. I cannot send a 'Jesus' every time to die for your sins. I've given
the choice to you and can merely guide you to the righteous path, what you
choose at the end of the day is entirely your choice." the figure's voice
was no longer calm and soothing. Anger and rage seemed to be physically
manifested into the words that spat out from its mouth
"So your intentions just happened to
align with my vision and goal for the human race? What if I had chosen
differently? What if I never became the most feared tyrant in the world, then
what?" asked the man, his curiosity aroused and his anger building.
"If not you then someone else. Someone somewhere will have surely carried
out mass killings, not your choice of people in particular but surely people
would have died. What is the death of millions if it means I can save billions?
It becomes an example, a sign that humans need to unite and stand together. Put
their differences apart and come together. Death surprisingly does that -
always brings people closer than life ever has and will. They'll learn what not
to do and build a new world from these ashes. But of course some other sort of
conflict will soon occur in a matter of decades because they will lose sight of
where to go once again, the process repeats over and over like a circle."
explained the being, now calmer and more conserved.
"So I ended up doing all the dirty
work for you... A mere pawn in your elaborate chess game. But why me? Why not
use some divine intervention?" questioned the man. "Divine
intervention would mean something akin to God or God himself. If it wasn't God
and God didn't stop it then what good is he? If it was God and he did it then
is God truly good? People will question the power of God and then the
existence. That cannot happen. People cannot know God is both good and evil...
God has to be pure, God has to be all things good because if he possessed both
opposing qualities then in the minds of the people, he is no different than
themselves. He loses his power and divine status among them. He will no longer
be pure in their eyes and that is when the blind sheep become blinder and stray
from the herd heading straight for the cliff. One by one they will follow each
other throwing themselves over until the whole herd is dead. The moment the
belief in God no longer exists is when the destruction of the human race
begins. The devil himself is merely an agent to God's will. 'I am the Alpha and
the Omega' - the beginning and the end. 'The Lord gives and the Lord taketh
away." Likewise, you were just an agent despite your thinking that this
was all your will. Your rising to power, the death and destruction of millions
of people, your wrong move to attack in winter, your loss in the war and now
your death. I have seen everything, I know what is going to happen, I just
choose not to change the outcome for that is how it needs to be. Everything is
Preordained." the figure rose from the bed and walked over to the man.
"They're at the door..." it
said.
"So tell me, how do I die?" said
the man nodding and smirking having accepted his fate, whatever was preordained
for him.
The figure smiled back. "Of
course..." it said as its extremities began to fade until it vanished
completely.
Metallic clanking came from the door as
the enemy soldiers tried to crack it open. The man pulled out his revolver from
its holster and checked the cylinder; six bullets was all that he had to stop
whoever, whatever was behind the door. The man cocked the gun with his right
hand and rested it on the arms of the chair aiming directly at the door. A
small sudden blast blew through the metal lock on the door flinging it open.
Smoke and dust erupted from the entrance blinding the soldiers momentarily.
"I'm going to hell anyway right?" muttered the man as he looked up
and raised the pistol. The click of the hammer and another short bang rang
throughout the room. The soldiers took cover expecting a rain of bullets. But
no other sound followed. They moved into the room cautiously with their rifles
raised. The revolver fell from the man's hands. His mouth ajar and eyes looking
up such that the soldiers could only see the whites of his eyes. A splatter of
blood on the velvet cushion behind his head told everything the soldiers needed
to know. It was over. It was preordained...
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