The Divine Finalisation [Complete]

Chapter 16 Melchior’s Dark Dreams.

A few days later, Melchior was studying the Zetan technologies delivered to him, onboard his newly built Command Ship ISS Red Storm. He was both happy and annoyed at the same time. Melchior was pleased that he had acquired the advanced Zetan technological artefacts which would give him almost unlimited power and would make sure that no one on Mars could stand against him.  On the negative side, he was annoyed that he couldn’t build these technologies until he landed on Mars, in his Olympic Republic capital of Nea Atina. Melchior didn’t dare to transmit the Zetan technologies to his followers on Mars out of fear that the transmission would be intercepted by the Terran Council of planet Earth or by his enemies on Mars, giving them access to these new, superbly advanced alien technologies.

Melchior opened another Zetan blueprint. As per usual, the AI tried to block him from viewing the diagram, claiming that the files were a virus. Metatron had briefed him on this when he handed over the records. The AI saw all Zetan codes as viruses by default, as they used a different type of coding and were deemed incomprehensible by the supercomputer’s standard.  Melchior chose to override the AI as per usual and open the enticing top-secret code. He felt uneasy every time he did this. While his experts had advised him that he had nothing to fear, he had a feeling that Metatron had somehow found a way to outsmart him and the idea lingered like a splinter in his mind, yet he chose to ignore it.

Melchior suddenly lost his interest in the Zetan blueprints and turned off the supercomputer. He walked to his bathroom and removed his tinted lenses. Melchior stared into the mirror studying his glowing purple predator eyes. He felt powerful seeing his haunting and devilish eye colours, but being honest to himself, this transformation that he recently been exposed to also triggered his hunger of raw flesh and lust of fresh blood. He desired to eat humans alive, while their hearts were still pumping blood, fresh and loaded with delicious zinc and iron. He desired to stare into his victims’ eyes, paralysing them with fear, as they took their last breaths. Unfortunately, there were no live animals on-board the spaceship, and he wanted to bite one of his Martian soldiers, but he was still not powerful enough to act that way against fellow Martians without it having serious repercussions.

Failing to satisfy his bloodlust, Melchior felt exhausted, and he went to sleep knowing that another night of vivid, violent dreams awaited him.

In the dream, Melchior was on an alien planet, which was very hot and filled with strange plants and animals. Suddenly his vision changed and become narrower and blood-stained. He could feel how his blood pressure and heart rate increased immensely, raising with excitement and pleasure.  He had found his target. A human female was running away from him. Getting down on a quadrupedal running stance, he quickly leapt onto the target and sank his vicious fangs into her and started drinking her blood, sucking her delicate skin dry. His gaze met her terrified gaze, and he recognised her. It was his mother, and in his dream, he felt a terrible sense of guilt. He had wasted her life when he killed her by a laser cannon beam from his command ship. The only right way for her to die would have been as his pray, as her blood indeed was thick, delicious, and satisfying!