The Divine Finalisation [Complete]

Chapter 38 An Alliance Between Melchior and Odin.

Melchior was studying himself in the hologram generator. He noticed that he suddenly looked very handsome, much better than his real beastly looking Xeno/human appearance, as the Zetan outer layer DNA modifier had changed his external appearance. Changing his appearance to become more appealing and human-like was imperative as the Zetans would never trust him if he looked like a mutated Martian with traces of Xeno looks. It had one drawback though, He felt starving inside, thirsting for blood and raw meat. Keeping his urges in check was almost more difficult than enduring the pain he had suffered when he altered his genome to become a Martian-Xeno hybrid in the first place, but it was what he had to do.

Melchior had ordered his inner circle to stay away. He did not have enough outer layer DNA modifiers to change everyone’s appearances, and besides, the more of them that was around, the more significant the risk was of being exposed.

Melchior studied Odin, one of the Zetan leaders that were approaching to negotiate with him. He was an impressive sight, looking like a high technology version of a Nordic God. Odin spoke as he approached Melchior:

-          You must be Melchior; I was told that you needed our help with battling the Xenos.

Melchior could feel the irritation rising within him. He had the desire to kill the pompous-looking Zetan, but then he realised what Rangda had told him, that most natural way to coax a Zetan was to stroke his ego.

-          Yes, we came to save humanity on Earth and Mars from the fearsome Xenos. I reckon someone with your skills and experience fighting them, would be an excellent ally.

Odin:

-          Good. Since we Zetans created humanity and aeons ago helped altered your kind to what you’ve become, I will take command of the army that you have brought with you. I don’t want any more debacles with improper equipment and incompetent soldiers running into ambushes.

Melchior was furious and boiling on the inside from Odin’s enormous arrogance and disdain. Apparently, all the Zetans still lived under the idea that they were superior to humans and deserved to be their gods. The notion was utterly wrong. All the Zetans had done was to genetically engineer the human genome roughly 100,000 years ago, by imbuing Homo Erectus with an alien intelligence to enable a heightened state of mind. After that, the rest had happened by itself. The Zetans had mostly neglected the existence of humanity for almost 95,000 years after that before they suddenly showed up as Gods and deities. The Zetans had remerged on Earth, solely because they needed manpower for their catastrophic war against the Xenos. Fighting to calm himself down, Melchior spoke with a suppressed growling voice:

-          Hmmm…. yes. Letting you Zetans be in control would indeed be the best option.

-          What would be your command, Master Odin?

Odin:

-          Our priority is to hunt down and kill Rangda. She is a Zetan/Xeno hybrid and the only one with intelligence and leadership ability among the Xeno horde. With her out of the way, disposing of the rest of the Xenos is just big game hunting.

-          With the vehicles and fuel, you brought us, Rangda cannot outrun us any longer, and we will find her and destroy her. 

Melchior:

-          Excellent plan. And what will be my reward?

Odin:

-          Your service to us will be much appreciated, and we will make sure you get a good afterlife.

Melchior:

-          That’s very generous of you, Master Odin. I must take my leave and instruct the others to serve you.

Odin:

-          Good. Be on your way puny human, I’ll summon you later.

When Melchior arrived back in his command module, he was furious with Odin and the rest of the Zetans. That arrogant, self-righteous creature had treated him like dirt when he should have treated him as a saviour. If Odin couldn’t see that the Zetans needed Melchior’s army more than he needed them, he was blind on both eyes and not just one of them.  Melchior calmed himself down and exhaled. In a way what had happened was ideal. He would no longer need to worry about which side to follow, now that the choice was so obvious. Odin would soon regret that smug grin of his when Melchior would stab him in the back and then eat him alive!