The Divine Finalisation [Complete]

Chapter 21 Melchior Fulfils His Dark Desires and Sees Rangda in a Vision

A year later, at the beginning of 2876, Melchior Dorevitch had accomplished his conquest of Mars. With access to Zetan technologies, conquering Mars had been a piece of cake. With his superior weaponry, his armies were unbeatable on the battlefield, and with access to the Divine Zetan mind-control technology, Melchior had inserted lower-ranked human chips into everyone’s brains and could snuff out any dissent against his rule before it even happened. He had achieved what no-one before him had achieved; he had unified Mars under one government. And he wouldn’t rule Mars under the pretence of being the president of The Olympus Republic. No, he would rule Mars as its god-king, the messiah leading humanity into the future, following the rules set forth by the almighty Yahweh, Abrahamic God. To make the change official, he decreed that his territory was to be called the Martian Dominion.

Having access to a Divine Detector machine, Melchior knew the truth about Yahweh, and he also knew that Yahweh was a dead Zetan and had been dead for a long time. It didn’t matter. There was no such thing as objective truth. Instead, things became the truth when they were repeated often enough and with enough zeal and faith. Such was the case for all religions, and the real battle among religions was how to become more successful than the other religions!

While Melchior’s religious aspirations were still in their infancy, his tyranny had made him the most powerful Martian ruler in the solar system, and even the Terran Council members sent him gifts and bowed to him trying to win his favour. Oh, how things had changed in a few years!

With all this power, Melchior decided that it was time to stop hiding who he really was, and he invited his brother over to his office for drinks.

Dov Dorevitch came by a while later, and Melchior greeted him with a glass of whiskey. Dov Dorevitch glanced at Melchior and spoke:

-          Are you not drinking whiskey, today brother? What are you having, Bloody Mary?

Melchior glanced at the glass and smiled:

-          Yes… Bloody Mary.

Dov Dorevitch:

-          Oh well, no harm in mixing up the drinks. You wanted to show me something?

Melchior Dorevitch removed the tinted lenses from his eyes and revealed his purple predator eyes.

-          Behold the true me, I have the same scary gift that Keila had, the purple eyes of destiny that is the mark of anyone possessed by Rangda.

Dov Dorevitch:

-          Wow, I could never have guessed. So, you are just as insane as Keila? Who is Rangda anyway?

Melchior:

-          Rangda is the pinnacle of creation, the Xeno-Zetan hybrid destined to rule the galaxy as its immortal goddess. At least that’s what I have gathered. I have yet to be bestowed with the honour to communicate directly with Rangda.

-          Rangda has been to Earth, she personally led the first assault on Rashidium after the portals opened.  There are photos of her, although the Terran Council are trying to cover up her existence. 

Melchior streamed a very realistic hologram of Rangda in the room. They both studied her for a while, and Melchior spoke:

-          There she is, my goddess and my future queen! Isn’t she beautiful?

Dov:

-          But she is not even human? She looks like a demon, straight out of a nightmare?!

Melchior:

-          Silence! Do not criticise the beauty in something just because you cannot appreciate it!

-          Anyways, the reason you are here today is that I need you to rule in my stead for the next few days. I am going to participate in a ritual to strengthen my connection to Rangda.

Dov:

-          But such a magical ritual of demon-worshipping would be strictly forbidden under the laws of Yahweh that we are officially spreading.

Melchior:

-          Yes, but I am not going to let the laws of dead deity stop me from acquiring almost limitless power. Let the Martians believe in the doctrines that are made up solely to weaken their minds and to destroy their chances for rebellion.

Dov:

-          Understood brother.

After saying this, Dov left Melchior’s office, and Melchior called in his personal secretary Sandra, who was his designated victim. She felt uneasy when she looked him in the eyes and noticed his glowing purple predator eyes.

Sandra:

-          What happened to your eyes Master Melchior, they look so scary!

Melchior:

-          Don’t worry Sandra; I am just wearing a pair of tinted lenses that Dov gave me for laughs. I need to speak to you in private in the backroom.

Sandra felt uneasy, but she didn’t dare to argue with her boss, so she followed him into the sound-isolated room in the back of Melchior’s office. Once she was in the room, Melchior locked the door and took out the key from the lock. He stared into her eyes menacingly and spoke:

-          Today Sandra, you’ll be a very fortunate woman.

-          Today, you’ll be granted favour that most people are dying to have. You’ll die for a purpose. A very important purpose.

-          You’ll be the first human I eat, it is the key to establishing my divine connection to Rangda, the ultimate being in existence!

Sandra was petrified from fear, but she wouldn’t oblige to the madman in front of her without a fight. She put up a good fight, but unfortunately, Melchior’s powers and desire for connection to Rangda increased the more injured he became, and after a short struggle, the last thing that Sandra saw before she perished was the possessed Melchior eating her alive, slowly ripping off her flesh bits by bits.

After filling himself up on Sandra’s flesh, Melchior felt extremely blissful and satisfied. He felt better than he could remember ever feeling in his life, and yet Rangda hadn’t materialised.   Suddenly, he felt tired, and he fell asleep and shortly after, he had a vision of Rangda:

-          We finally meet Melchior, you have been very impressive this far!

Melchior:

-          I greet you as my beautiful true goddess Rangda, and I will do your bidding.

Rangda:

-          Good! Build up a vast army, and travel to Earth. Together we will wipe out the Zetan filth that has infested the galaxy for too long. Together we will rule this galaxy as its rightful king and queen!

Melchior:

-          I will do your bidding.

Rangda:

-          Good. As it seems you don’t have ideal genetics for inter-dimensional telepathy, I suggest that you eat and kill someone before every attempt at communicating with me.

Melchior:

-          Magnificent! I can’t wait to speak to you again mistress Rangda!

After finishing up his conversation with Rangda, Melchior fell back to sleep. He would stay in this room for a few days. There was still plenty of meat in the room, and it would be a shame to waste it!