Killswitch: Battle of the gods

[DARKNESS] [Small light flickers, fading in and out, like a candle in the vast darkness] “Reincarnation system activating: Error! Recycling system activating: Error! Immortal system activating: Granted, no condition. Requesting heaven’s gate: Denied, Error! Requesting hell’s gate: Denied, Error! [Light fades, complete darkness, then flickers again] Requesting soul split into trinity: Granted. Reincarnate souls into same timeline: Denied. Requesting timeline split: Granted (conditional). Requesting periods: Granted, 500BC, 2000, 2035. Requesting destiny: soul swap and awakening. Requesting non-upgradable tittles of Demon lord, Overlord and Hero: Denied, Error! [SYSTEM CRASH!!!] [DARKNESS] [Drop of water echoes around the vast darkness] [Flame ignites, then blows out] [Sudden blinding light swallowing the canvas in complete white] SAGE GOD SYSTEM ACTIVATED! god reincarnation system reincarnation: success. Non-recyclable entity: success. Heaven’s gate: Open on condition “battle of the gods”. Hell’s gate: Open on condition “battle of the gods”. Trinity split into past, present and future: granted. Requesting destiny: Soul swap and awakening. Requesting tittles: granted ; Demon lord, Kingpin and Hero. Commence split and trials: Denied; commencing background until 23 years. Upgradable to King of hell, god of nightmares, Immortal god system; DO YOU WISH TO CONTINUE?. SAGE GOD SYSTEM: Yes. PROGRAMING FALL OF ATLANTIS, CREATE BERMUDA TRIANGLE, COMPLETE , PROGRAMMING FALL OF BABYLON 539BCE TO CREATE AWAKENING YEAR 2035 COMPLETE, INSTALLING CARTELS TO FACILITATE CREATION OF KINGPIN TITTLE YEAR 2000 COMPLETE. Creating scene, year 2000BCE, choosing entity, installation of Ben into Alsies commencing, installation complete, switch has been successful, location – Atlantis, selecting day- conditions met. These words rang in his head as his consciousness returned from what he had assumed was the world of slumber. He could not open his eyes, he needed a little more sleep, but sleep had to be forsaken. His eyelids were heavy, the lighting beckoned him to slumber, but it was time for work, he had to open them. “Did I oversleep again?,” he mumbled under his breadth, still closing his eyes. “That stomachache was insane, I thought I was going to die, what a hangover”, he mumbled again his eyes still closed. “Damn I overdrank, am I standing up?, Oooooh my head,” he whispered trying to scratch his head. A sharp searing pain struck his wrists forcing him to open his eyes to face a dark room. The once hailed doctor and recognized millionaire found himself dressed in rags, chained to a wall. He didn't remember how he got there, but he knew he was in a place born of danger. The heavy bar door in front of him immediately opened and two guards entered dragging in a woman who was also dressed in rags and covered in dirt and grime. “This is brutal, this can’t be humane, she has rights,” he tried to speak but his voice was gone, all he could do was mumble. The guards threw her to the floor, and she looked up at the once millionaire, Ben, with fear in her eyes. As the guards left, locking the door behind them, the millionaire tried to focus his eyes, he knew stonework, maybe he could identity their location, but he failed. The room was very dimly lit, and he could barely make out the woman huddled on the floor. He couldn't tell if she had been hurt or not, but he could hear her breathing heavily. His head was pounding, and he couldn't remember what happened before he woke up in this dark cell. How did he get here?. He yanked the chains trying to pull them, he was tired, standing was a daunting task, he tried to sit up, but his hands and feet were chained to the wall, he failed that too. In the dark cell, the millionaire's head pounded, he struggled to remember what had happened. His hands and feet were chained to the wall, and he could barely move. The woman on the floor was breathing heavily. He tried to piece together his memories, but everything was a blur. The last thing he remembered was looking at his reflection in the bloodied toilet water and cursing his wife. Everything now became clear, it was her, that ungrateful witch!. The heavy chains felt cold and unforgiving against his skin. They dug into his wrists and ankles, as he winced in pain. His clothing was ragged and tattered, and it hung loosely from his frame. He was barefoot, and the stone floor was cold and hard beneath his feet. As he shifted, trying to find a comfortable position, the chains rattled, and he felt a wave of panic wash over him. He was a prisoner? And if so, who had captured him. In the dark cell, the young man's mind raced. He couldn't remember how he had ended up in this place, and the lack of answers only served to increase his confusion and fear. His mind was full of questions: Where was he? How did he get here?, And why was he chained to the wall?. He tried to think back to his last memory, but it was hazy and fragmented. All he could remember was walking down the street in New York city, eating supper, celebrating the day before his birthday with his wife, who was angry about the divorce, the many gifts, the stomachache, the vomiting, walking up to his bed, sleeping and then… nothing. It was as if his memory had been wiped clean. He was convinced Sammie had poisoned him. He had to retrace his steps, maybe he would understand how he got here. His mind raced back to the day before, a bittersweet memory that seemed like a lifetime ago. He recalled how Samantha, his wife, had treated him with unusual kindness, her eyes sparkling as she mentioned that it was just one more day until his birthday. "I have something special planned for you, Ben," she had said, as she came out of the kitchen, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "Remember how much you love lasagna, Ben? I made it just for you," Samantha's voice echoed in his mind as he thought about the delicious aroma that had filled their kitchen. "Sit down, let's celebrate early," she had urged, placing a steaming plate of his favorite food in front of him. "You deserve a good meal, especially on the eve of your birthday, come on, enjoy, I have packed mine to go,” she said as she took off to the elevator, leaving the divorce papers on the table. Despite the impending divorce looming over their heads, Ben couldn't resist the temptation of his favorite dish. He had savored every bite, the taste bringing back memories of happier times. But as he ate, a sense of unease gnawed at him, as if something sinister lurked beneath the surface. Suddenly, a sharp, gnawing pain sliced through his abdomen, causing him to double over in agony, falling off his chair. He stood up shaking, and leaned on the wall bending over. He started on his path to relief, he stumbled towards the bathroom, barely reaching the toilet before he started retching violently. Blood, dark and ominous, splattered into the bowl, leaving him gasping for breath as the room spun around him. Weakness engulfed him, as he collapsed onto the cold tiles, his body trembling with shock and fear. Vomit continued to pour from his mouth, staining the pristine white porcelain, as the world around him blurred and dimmed. Darkness crept in at the edges of his vision, threatening to consume him entirely. Struggling to hold onto consciousness, Ben crawled back to the bed, his limbs heavy and uncooperative. As he lay down, the world seemed to tilt and sway before everything went black, the sound of his own labored breathing fading into silence. Slowly Ben opened his eyes “,she actually poisoned me, I shouldn’t have told her I hadn’t changed my will, she couldn’t settle for the divorce, the prenup was that heavy huh,” Ben mumbled as he looked back at the woman on the ground. Ben's voice was weak and hoarse but he had to try. He coughed to get attention, then spoke to the woman on the floor. "Hello?" he whispered. "Are you okay?" The woman didn't respond, and the Ben's heart sank. Was she unconscious? Or worse? He tried again. "Hello?," his voice cracked as he spoke, he felt a knot of fear in his stomach. He had to get out of this place, but how?. He tugged at the chains that bound him, but they were too strong. He was trapped. The cell was small and cramped, with stone walls and floors that were damp and covered in grime. The air was stale and musty, and the smell of decay hung in the air. As the young man's eyes adjusted to the darkness, he realized that there was a skeleton in the corner of the cell. It was partially covered in rags, and it looked as if it had been there for a long time. The young man's heart pounded in his chest, he felt a surge of panic. Was he going to end up like the skeleton in the corner?. As the young man's eyes adjusted to the dim light, he could make out the door of the cell. It was made of heavy iron bars, and beyond it was a narrow hallway. The only light that acted as their source of illumination came from a single torch on the wall, casting long shadows across the floor. In the hallway, there was a hunk of stale bread and a bucket of water. The young man's stomach growled, he realized that he was hungry and thirsty. But what did it matter, when he was trapped in this place?. As Ben studied the chains that bound him, he noticed something strange. The links of the chains were carved with intricate designs, and they seemed to be glowing faintly, as if they were imbued with some sort of power. He reached out with his finger to his wrist to touch one of the links, and as he did, a jolt of energy passed through him. It was as if the chains were alive, pulsing with a strange, otherworldly power. He quickly pulled his hand back, a look of fear and wonder on his face. He recognized it as t*****e by electricity, then he whispered to himself, “now this is illegal, genius to make something so well made and complex, but still illegal”. The young man's heart sank as he realized that he was being subjected to electroshock. He remembered reading about it in an old book, a technique used by cruel and s******c regimes throughout history. His mind raced as he tried to make sense of what was happening. How had he ended up here? And why was he being subjected to such a brutal form of punishment?.