The Divine Finalisation [Complete]

Chapter 5 Dissatisfaction in Victory.

Melchior Dorevitch was studying a political map of Mars in the late Hellas Petrakis’ office, inside the presidential palace of the Olympus Republic. Despite winning a total victory, with the remaining Terran Council leaders begging him for peace, finally securing the independence of Martian nations, he wasn’t happy. In fact, he was deeply unsatisfied.

Melchior’s problem was that the young, beautiful and heroic Keila Eisenstein was the one who was glorified for the Martian victory, while his contribution was hardly recognised at all. Thus, the temporary power that Keila granted him before going on her successful suicide mission to Earth was now massively contested among other contenders for leadership, both on Mars and specifically in the Olympus Republic. The Olympus Republic was de jure a republic and a new president needed to be elected to replace the former president Hellas Petrakis who had fallen in the Martian war of independence.

But Melchior wasn’t going to give up his power, either living to serve some Martian or worse yet go back to Eden to be ruled by that wimp Metatron. Melchior had tasted the intoxicating feeling that was absolute power, and he would never willingly give it up. And why would he?

Melchior walked up to a mirror and studied his face. There was a large scar on the right side of his face with his outer ear missing. He could hear the tinnitus beeping and the low-grade constant migraine was throbbing in his brain, making his days miserable. He had been offered advanced gene therapy to heal his wounds, but he had rejected the treatment. His injuries made him who he was, and they fuelled his rage and ambition.

He was Melchior Dorevitch, the true hero of Mars who had soldiered on despite immense pain to lead the final decisive victory against the Terran Council, while the supposed heroine, Keila Eisenstein, sat out the final battle and then deceptively claimed all the glory, claiming to have stopped Bjorn Muller from crashing Phobos onto the Martian surface!

Melchior made up his mind, he wouldn’t strive to rule by being popular, he would rule through fear, and fortunately, his implanted “God” microchip gave him great opportunity to terrify his subjects and opponents. Melchior clenched his fist and watched in joy how he killed his opponents, one by one, using the psionic powers granted to him by the Divine Zetan Technology. Having murdered the last contender for the presidency, he gave away a sinister laugh, before calling in a few courtesans to violently fulfil his other needs.