#godisdead

It was hot. Not just warm as a hug, or as blood on your hands. It was hot. Not even painfully heated as soup often is, or as a horse brand to bare naked skin. It was hot. Not because it burned with flames or a stare. It was hot. ­­Most people never come to know it. Most people never become insanely powerful for the right reasons. Had at least some people done that, they could tell you how absolutely hot it feels. It not on your skin, nor on your flesh, not even on your bones, but you feel it. The essence of your very soul burns violently. Your mind cannot go any other place but there, the hot place. When you finally recover a minimum sense of self, for a brief moment you feel regret. Then shame. Then a profound sense of purpose. You chose to feel it, although unknowingly. You chose to bear that power. So, the next moment you find yourself struggling to aim all that unimaginably enormous energy towards its target. You remember why you forsake your humanity. You now remember why you chose to touch the crystal. You remember for you cannot and shall not forget. You realise your eyes are closed. Opening them does not hurt as you expected. There is no space for pain on your body. Your mind literally cannot process any other input besides your goal and the sheer amount of power pulsing through every single one of your atoms. Suddenly, you can hear a faint voice. “It has to be now!”, it shouts. But only a whisper reaches you. You feel the anger, the fear, and hope in their voice. They are hoping you will do the right thing. They are afraid that you, holding a god’s birthright, could forget what they hold dear. But you know, now, something they do not. You understand something they cannot. They want to win, they need it. For love, for friendship, for the very concept of righteousness. However, you see that they are mistaken. They are naïve. They are… human. And you… you are no longer. You open your mouth, and your voice reaches their hearts. “A god was born,” you say as they tremble, “and a god shall die.” No one should have this much power. No one should ever be made to choose between existence and oblivion. No one should ever die. No one but the gods. So, you make your wish: Let all gods die.