Mikeal Drodean was a strange man, to say the least. Right now a normal human would admit that they weren't a God, and be apologetic towards the person they had tricked. But Mikeal wasn't a normal idiotic person who felt remorse, well at least over tricking someone. He was the type of person who went big or went home.
Three days passed, from when he first came to this universe or was it outside the universe? He didn't know for sure that he was outside but it seemed that way. Here he was in an observer viewpoint, not able to do anything but watch. Frankly, it was bringing boredom and benefits.
The upside of this situation was the fact that he could presumably get away with playing God. Seeing everything from his position, he could make the primitive humans believe that a God watched over them. But the downside is that it's so boring and uneventful.
Other than a few entities, worth paying attention to, there was nothing he found entertaining. For days now he has been looking for something to occupy his time but every attempt led to disappointment.
Until Mikeal found him. The one human he took interest in after his talks with the soldier two days ago. The interest wasn't of the romantic aspect, no it was more like when you bought a new toy and wanted to play with it.
For the most part, the human didn't share the fanaticism for the gods, he was more like a sceptical person who didn't believe in the higher power, but still showed the courage befitting a warrior.
This made the man interesting. For a man who was raised in a religious society and not shares the belief as his brethren, was truly intriguing. In his old world, religion has been a rare practice, to say the least. Most religious beliefs and teaching died out thanks to the large corporations, so it was no surprise that religion was relinquished.
Mikeal didn't grow up in a society that worshipped God or gods. His father always told him that there was only one higher power and it was money. Money, control if you lived or you die, it decided if you rose or fall and it determined your status in society.
Growing up in a world that was corrupted as it comes, where if you didn't have money and education then you were nothing, just a speck of dust that was beneath the foot of your oppresses. If you didn't influence society then you would work and work without ample pay and health regulations.
Growing up in this hell on earth seeing that how much the air was polluted, it was safe to call it that, wasn't paradise for the poor and the underprivileged. they could work for thirty add years and couldn't even make over a hundred thousand even if you had the highest paying job as a poor person.
As a child he realised the world wasn't ideal, he lived in luxury at the expense of other people lives, he didn't care about people or that what his father always told him, so vastly that he started to believe it.
Mikeal didn't have to work at day in his life if he didn't want to. He chose to get a job to understand what it was like being in the working community, and he never understood when people say that working was hard until he got a job.
Experiencing it first hand, finally, realize that working as hard. but if you enjoyed the job you do some of the stress would be taken away. Making people suffer was what made him tick. formulating plans to harm people and doing things that made their life a living hell was the whole reason he bothered to get out of bed anymore.
But this man didn't have those experiences as him, and he still doesn't believe in a higher authority.
He was different... He didn't know what to call it other than that.
No, there was a quality there about him that Mikeal could put his finger on, The warrior had this fighting spirit about him, sure he might also be a coward, by what mikeal could see the man was afraid of dying and meeting his god(which was now him) in the afterlife.
There was something there, something deep down in the man's heart that made Mikeal interested like there was something that he couldn't discern laying dormant in the soul of the fighter that was waiting to be unleashed.
He wanted nothing more than to leave and straddle the man to a chair and find out what this special "something" was. The only problem with that idea is the fact that he couldn't leave his confinement. Mikeal wanted to ask the warrior some questions, but he thought against it. If he just messages him like he did other people then he would probably think this was a person pretending to be a God. Coupled with the fact if he started to talk with low-level people no one would believe he was an actual God.
Luckily, the soldier that he talked to before had spread the word that a god had a conversation with him, so he didn't have to spend his time obsessing over the internet he found in the warrior that he couldn't talk to.
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Four solid, round towers guard the weakest points of this castle and are connected by fortified, vast walls made of golden stone.
Ornate windows are scattered thinly around the walls in seemingly perfect symmetry, along with symmetric holes for archers and artillery.
A regular gate with colossal wooden doors, a regular bridge and strong defence a safe place to rest in this forest stronghold and it's the only way in, at least to those unfamiliar with the castle and its surroundings.
The forest outside of the castle gates is light up with bioluminescent creatures, adding to the atmosphere of the castle. This castle looks very new, but without knowing its history it's impossible to tell if it's a new build castle or a well-kept one.
A soldier arrived at this castle after a long journey, he made his way over to the gate of the fortress to properly converse with the Guardians of the territory. The men were on guard as he approached.
"Halt, what your business here?"The lead guard inquired.
"I come with the message of the Sun God"