The Weak

Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The soul of a poor beast revolting in the endless fountain of colors, vivid as summer days that never happen, and extremely large as the vast ocean. The infinite becomes closer and closer as his consciousness became a cry of despair.

"Where I am? Who is there?" - The mortal's thoughts were echoing within the eternal existence of the cosmos.

You have died! Now, you reside between the walls of the universe - An harmonious yet frivolous voice declares to the immobile yet shapeless man.

The man consciousness was a radical photon light converging with the multifactorial universe. Slowly, the photon light consciousness begins to reshape into a humanoid form achieving a middle-age dark skin human male, above six foot tall, dark brown hair, and multiple scars through his humanly body. The invisible presence was not around to been seen, but there was a presence of another being within the proximity of the middle-age man.

You still didn't answer my question... who the hell are you? Where I am ? I suppose to be in the middle of a battle - Ask the mortal with a certain eagerness.

As we said already, you have perish, human... your lifetime has ended it - Multiple voices echoing around the weighless man.

We? I don't understand what you mean, show yourself, coward? - Exclamate the clueless individual, able to finally move his limbs and head towards the multiple directions.

Individuality is something that has no value for us, humans still an unevolved species. You mere existence is a flaw to the laws of nature and change, we don't need a physical form as you do to exist - Explains the echoing multiple voices, showing certain interest in the humanoid.

A beam of light reflects towards the man traversing his physical body without causing any damages to him. A glazed humanoid form start to shapeshifting while the area encircling both humanoids start to reconstruct into an elegant Victorian room; a small brown tea table, two comfortable chairs of the same color, classical paintings from Michelangelo, Da Vinci, and Picasso. The whole ambiance change as the two beings appear to be seating on the chairs.

Probably this is a better set up for you limited mind - says the brand new shapeshifting person, with a monotone voice. The appearance of the new being was extremely beautiful, blue deep eyes, perfect white skin with golden strings as hair. There was not a single imperfection in his body.

Both humans were completely free from the limitations of clothing. As both look directly in into their eyes, the blond human claps his hands and the clothes start to transmuted from the nothingness.

Are you supposed to be God or something? - Questions the human man to the shapeshifting humanoid.

Nay, we are part of a system to control the reality in this realm of the universe, but you humans call us God, our technology far surpass yours. Our species has lost the ability of individualism, but we have gain a incredible feast of knowledge, we have gain the power to manipulate matter, energy and existence itself - Declares the extraterrestrial being.

For what reason, am I here? I don't plan to join your clown circus - Exclame the man laughing from his lack of understanding.

We don't need your permission, nor your alliance with us, mortal. We simple summoned you here for the only purpose of cleaning the energy within your soul. You have soiled the energy within the circle of reincarnation of your planet - Explains the shapeshifter in a monotone voice, looking at the human with such disappointment.

I don't believe a single shit your saying... Pissed off pseudo-god... If I'm dead, what you all suppose to do with me? - Reply the male nagging the statement of the deity.

That's the problem, we cannot clean your misdeeds, not even with our technology... You went too far with you decisions in life, fifty two years of killing, degrading your peers, raping, consuming, wasting... There is nothing good about you - Answer the god with even more disappointment for his lack of humanity.

Am I a bad guy for enjoying my life? - laughs eagerly the human male.

Probably the system give you too much upper hand in comparison with your peers, you are unable to feel any empathy - Declares the god, looking at him with a clear sadness on his blue eyes.

I was suppose to help the others? Help the weak, the poor, the idiotic, the unfortunate? - The man replies amuse by the declaration of the unknown being. While he grins, he approaches the gold hair humanoid attempting to grabbing with his right hand, but the hand went through the humanoid form being.

I see! You resource to violence when things don't go your way, or you are unable to achieve your purposes. Declares the god in a serious tone.

Fine! We have decided your faith... We going to allowed to be reborn, but this time you going to be... The Weak, the helpless, the one on need - Declares once more the deity with a smile on his face as mocking the man who was once the strong.

The room starts to disintegrate while the god banish. The man begins his molecular descontitution, screaming and looking in a complete anguish, realizing the faith that awaits for him.

Remember... you will be the weak! - The echoed of multiple voices reach the hears of the disintegrated man for a last time.