Gently pulling him up, like a mother with her newborn, the God stared at him. Even though it was closer and he could more easily see the pollution contained within its watery eyes, he still felt like he was looking at expansive galaxies.
“You’re so frail and weak.” The voices said and then they began to sing.
There was an uncountable number of different people singing, each with a different tone and accent.
Some of the words slammed into him like hammer blows, others were subtle and sweet, caressing his ears.
All of them were impossible to understand, he did know they weren’t just overlapping each other though, they were conducting an orchestra.
The different accents and emotions added to those sentences created a multitude of different sounds.
He tried picking out individual words but it was impossible, the meaning and vowel structure would just slip out of his mind like water sliding off a duck.
Then it got even worse, it felt like there were two people orchestras singing now, clashing with each other in grand displays of musical violence.
And then it stopped and silence resumed. Thomel found himself with his back arched and staring wide at the dead sky, it felt like he’d just woken up from a nightmare.
“We will make you something more than your limitations.” The voices spoke as one. Calm and carrying absolute authority.
“What are you?” Thomel cried out, if he could manage it he would spit at this abomination. He would do anything just to die rather than be subjected to its foul plans.
“We are the breaker of your chains, you will be liberated and you will bring us joy.”
Leaning closer the creature spoke again, more voices joining the choir. “You will be free.”
“I thought you said I belonged to you.” Thomel snarled. Trying his hardest to put up a brave front.
“Of course, you are ours. We are yours.” Hesitating a moment, the choir continued. “The concept is difficult for us to explain to someone so empty. The knowledge would shatter you. A partnership is what you can view this as. A contract that your councils model themselves around.”
“You just killed the last two members of my squad and you want to make a deal with me!?”
“Yes.” The voices sounded almost confused.
“Why?” Thomel asked with a gulp, dreading the answer he was going to receive.
“Our world is dead, my sole duty is to propagate life and protect it but I can’t. You’ve destroyed this world completely, our best efforts only serve to continue the existence of a miserable race who know only pain. Death would be a mercy for them but it would mean our death. You can bring us to other worlds, through you we will survive and our people will be remade.”
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“And why would I do that? Thomel spoke calmly, glaring into the nearest eye and regretting his decision as he began to get a headache.
“...you'll die if you don't. You have no way back home and nothing to eat, you could resort to cannibalism but that doesn't fix the water issue.” It was like a stadium filled with people were all trying to persuade him together to take the deal.
“I can just walk back to the monitoring station.”
“You can but you'll find the entrances blocked off. Another batch of humans had the same idea as you and brought the roof down. Your weaponry seems rather defective so you can also cast the idea of drilling through a wall from your mind.”
This thing was right, it didn’t even have to kill him the elements would do that.
“What was it you said, death would be a mercy? I don’t want to become like your puppets.”
“Puppets?”
“I’ve heard about you gods, you control your people like pawns, there’s no freedom serving you. You’re parasites which thrive off of their people's ignorance, you’re not really gods, you’re fakes, beings gifted powers by the system to bully and subdue the masses.”
“Just like your councils? Armies of husks were sent here, people with no true memories or thoughts, just weapons. Like that armored one. ”
“No the lieutenant had a personality, he was no husk.”
“He was a weapon, a puppet being tugged along by strings he was too blind to see and even if he could he wouldn’t be capable of freeing himself. That is your fate, your future. Even now you are bound by shackles, soon those bonds will taken off though for your mind will become a prison.”
“And why should I believe you. Why should I trust you.” There no tells or facial expressions to look at, just slabs of rotting and regenerating meat, still Thomel tried his hardest to see if this indiscernible creature was making any tells.
“You’ll die if you don’t.”
“Did you not see me attempt to do that?” Thomel asked, almost letting out a confused chuckle.
“That was before you were cleansed, your chains have been loosened, allow me to break them.” The voices eagerly asked, baying for him to surrender himself unto the God.
“Why me? Why did you choose me?”
“We saw the froth of the future. You will accomplish what is required, you will restore our divinity and be the harbinger of our rebirth.”
An oracle God? Those were rare, those were deadly. It was an oracle God that had nearly exterminated the entire human race with its blessed legions.
“So you've seen me accepting this deal.” He carefully asked.
“No, I just know that if you do accept it certain events will come to pass.”
“Not much of an oracle God then are you.”
“We are a God of everything now, originally there was one, a life God, now there is many, every God, every moral soul, one being, us. You.”
“What do you want to do.”
“We want to bring our people back and restore our divinity.” The voices longingly and poetically spoke.
“No, I mean what do you want to do with me?”
“We will break your chains, we will mould you into something unlimited by the system, unbroken by your councils. Freed from your natural shackles.” All those voices spoke so tantalisingly, making this difficult-to-understand offer seem as appealing as possible.
He knew he didn’t really have a choice, it was either this or experience the torments a God could give.
“I accept.” he solemnly said.