The Making of Another Monster

The Mirror Cracked

I looked around. To my left were my comrades lying face down struggling to breathe and clutching their chest. To my right? The same thing. The pressure from his presence turned the gravity heavy and visible, tiny static dots filled my vision like film grain. Yet—I was still standing.

“Why is this human still standing?” A dark & thunderous voice spoke. “Kneel” he commanded.

I couldn’t help myself, I really couldn’t. Looking back on it, that's where it started. Apparently, they are experts at manipulating, in producing insecurity. In producing rage. And deadly of all—producing disobedience. Knowing this I still smiled and said:

“Over 4.5 billion years and you still haven’t learned your place.” As I said this, I looked down at an associate of mine cowering pathetically in the dirt. 

The battlefield was falling apart and the sky was red. Monsters, yeah I guess I can call them that, monster corpses covered the earth. The same ones I alone killed just moments before. Now their leader was here. I would say his name but I don’t believe a man made in the Father image should lack such etiquettecy.

I took a deep breath and exhaled about 3 times, raising my palms higher & lower as the air filled my lungs. I replaced his pressure with mine. I looked over at the demon who was once in the Garden of Eden and safe to say he was pissed off. As the pressure he exerted was replaced with my calm but firm grip on reality my associates were able to stand. 

“We’ll see you when you're done. I’ll personally bring the ship around brother.” The first lieutenant said to me, I guess that was all that needed to be said. I mean, I thought about saying something witty but I realized I forgot his name.

The demon walked toward me as the group of men retrieved the ship. The ground shook as he stepped, forming craters under his feet. Juvenile. When he reached me and we were standing face to face, his disfigured features and red skin prominent with the light of my blazing sword. He had to be at least 8 feet. I—standing 5’8. He leaned forward and extended his neck to where his face was almost touching mine and with his hands on his hips he growled:

“You humans. First Adam all the way down to Judas. They all fell to my hand, shaped by my influence. Why do you think you’re any better?”

I took a second to examine him. “Damn, up close you’re nothing special. Were you really that full of yourself that you thought you could replace my adopted Father?”

“Are you really that full of yourself that you think you could defeat me?” he said through a grin. “Believe me, you’re no Jesus or Micheal.”

“Don’t let my height fool you. You saw what David did to the abominations you created. I am greater than he.” I said with a grin 

He threw the first punch. Safe to say the fight was over before the laborers came back with the ship. I was home within 2 minutes. Not a scratch on me.