Beyond Emotion
The gateway opens up wide over the Lifa Tree with all the colors of a sunset. Thousands of sentries, my white dragon army, guard the entrance with their lives. All are as emotionless as I am. Or do they feel the need to protect me? It's an admirable quality, but it isn't enough to save this world. If the creatures with the strongest sense of valor and righteousness are my own plague, than what does that say about the rest of this planet's inhabitants? My worst are this land's best.
I glide through the hallways of the cathedral-like castle of Memoria. How many have walked these very paths before? None will walk after. The night sky slowly lowers; too low. Somehow I have been immersed among the stars, and strange enough, there is a golden door at the end. Beyond the door, a large ladder stretches above and beyond farther than I can see; no need to climb.
As I land on the highest and finally platform, I take one last look at my surroundings. Planets are everywhere amidst the stars that illuminate this "room" enough to show the tint of red in the walls. An unlimited universe, fit into a tiny room; this is the center. This is the center of all worlds, of all life, and is the center of all creation. Random thoughts invade my mind trying to persuade me out of this negative course of action. They tell me to "look at all the other planets out there, the planets that I will soon be ending, and think about the life there. Somewhere out there must be a suitable race, some group or species people, that is worthy of the life the Creator has given them."
I will not falter. If there are those out there living their lives to the fullest and living without prejudice and without corruption, then there just isn't enough to make a difference. The whole of them would be equivalent to a single grain of sand in the desert. One person cannot make a difference, and if anyone begs to differ, they can find me here in the final hour to make their stand. But no one knows, and no one is strong enough to stand here before me. They won't even know what hit them; the useless background props in my grand spectacle for the heavens. The dénouement is among us.
Right on cue, as if called upon by the wishes of all the ignorance in this pathetic universe, the rest of the actors arrive. This is the cast of would-be saviors, including the genome brother of mine, the one who was made specifically to be better than I. Let us see which of us truly amounts to nothing; I guarantee you "father" would be surprised.
"I watch from above as the puny ants make their pathetic struggle to fight for the planet. They swarm and attack in futile, predictable patterns. I'll kill them all dishonorably and without respect. They are as emotionless as I am, but I am not the one lying to myself. They shroud their decisions with the false pretense of saving the world, but all they are doing is attacking for their own survival. They are acting on instinct; a trait imbedded into the genetics of even the lowliest of creatures. Try in vain, for you will all die like the monsters you so resemble, by a demon of your own creation."
