The Watcher

Chapter 11: As I Made It

800 million years after the Pyramid Battle**
     "What the hell is that scratching sound?" God asked, turning to one of the four repurposed watchers named Daniel.
     "I've heard no such sound?"
     God look at all of them individually and then started peering around the tall marble walls.
     "Perhaps you've been working too hard. Get some rest for once." Said Daniel.
     "Daniel, I do not need to sleep. Get the fuck out of here," Daniel started to the door, "All of you."
     God waited until all of them left. "I'm alone." He sighed, letting the cruel metal armor fall off of his body, and his feet relax. He stood by one of the massive windows and let the setting sun blanket his skin.
     "Is that enough troops? God laughed at himself examining the endless battalions of his army. God's army was over three-hundred times the size of what it was.
     God heard more scratching and then a voice he had never heard before. "No!"
     "Who goes there!" He yelled, spraying beams of blinding light across his castle. God spun around rapidly and saw no one. The scratching grew louder and more intense until they immediately stopped; God kept searching.
     The walls of the castle seemed to close in on him as the sun dipped beneath the horizon.
    
     It is almost time. I have waited for this day for my entire life, yet I don't feel excited. I can't fully understand what's going on inside of me but it feels hateful, to the point of it being unredeemable. I'm doing what has to be done. God's been hiding from everything, staying in the shadows, like me. Our secret war he doesn't know about is going to end tonight. I've been watching him, studying his flaws, and now is the perfect moment. My moves have been all from the background but it's time I show my face. I've followed him to his metal world, where the people there worshiped him to no end. With no natural organic material, God had a monopoly on their life.
     I teleported in front of him, then he teleported back into an empty elevator shaft.
     "Strike me with a single bolt of lightning and everyone on this planet will die. I've rigged explosives throughout the planet." said God.
     "I'll be on Mars motherfucka." I unleashed a wave of lightning then teleported away. God's face turned pale.
     I saw the entire planet explode from Mars. I knew. I knew the planet would explode. I'm way beyond acting like a planet matters in this fight. He had it coming. This is war.
     The picture was being painted just as I had dreamt it. God cracked open the sky and his new army climbed out. Twelve-hundred trillion men formed a frontline as wide as the planet and three hundred miles tall. Not only were there more men, but they were stronger. You could hear it in their war screams and the bashing of their weapons. The sound was loud enough to kill. I stood there knowing exactly what I needed to do.
     My skin slid back as I grew taller. My legs became stilts, my eyes grew narrow and duplicated, eight wings glided out of my back and side, my fingers grew longer and sharp claws grew as long as bread knives, my bottom jaw grew bigger, and my teeth became daggers.
     The heavy beating of wings got closer and closer. I stood still until the front line was within a hundred feet. The supporting flank supported them with a blinding healing ray. The stampede echoed of thunder inching closer.
     This time I was the unbearable horror, and I was not going to run anywhere. I held up a glass pot with silvery liquid and crushed it over my head. Two hundred reflections of me spread out over the planet.
     I heard the yells but for a second everything went quiet. I charged up so violently my body felt like it was going to tear itself apart.
     The soldiers who tried to attack me were instantly vaporized and I could feel their life force making me stronger.  The planet underneath me was rapidly getting disintegrated. I felt God's presence thousands of miles away through all the crazed troops and I lost it. My bones should've shattered from how fast I jerked through the hordes. I struck all of the power out of my body and launched it at God. There was no time for the troops to respond. Many stood still for their last moment. God tried to bring his arms up but was immediately brought to his knees, screaming in agony. I launched at him full force and started mutilating his body. The watcherite bone spiked out of my knuckles and I punched his arm off. Lightning engulfed everything around me while I shocked him so bad he was visibly going insane. I grabbed my arms around his torso and pressed my feet against his until I tore him in half. The flash of creation energy was immediately absorbed and I started eating his legs as he watched.
     "Why are you still doing this?"
     I started speaking with my mouth still full, "I used to say I was doing this for revenge and security," I swallowed and then continued with a clear throat, "I hate you." I scowled, throwing the meat to the side and pressing my claws into his ribs. He screamed in horror.
     "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SCRATCHING SOUND!"
     I smiled and moved away.
     The scratching sound grew louder and louder in his head and it echoed violently. The scratching transformed into yells for help. A burst of fire in space appeared in front of him. A portal was scratched open by a dozen tortured hands on the other side, then they reached out for God. Inside the portal were the trillions of his men that I had just incinerated, angrily chanting hateful curses at God, screaming in pain. They were all getting burnt alive slowly but they couldn't die.
     "Why are you doing this to me? Why don't you just kill me?" God started crying.
     "I had to use 800 million years to create something worse than death for you. If you ever had any chance of dying you would've been able to use your God Staff. I will make your life a living hell so that you'll never be able to hurt anyone ever again, and you'll also never be strong enough to help anyone ever again. You'll be as pathetic and miserable for the rest of your life as you made me when you slaughtered the people I loved!"
     "I was doing what I had to do to reach my dream! You did the same when you killed your son!"
     Shock took over my body. I stared at him with wide eyes. I didn't know.
     "When you were going on your little secret missions to disrupt my army's creation," he explained, "you fought and killed your only son, who you didn't even recognize. How do you not recognize your own son?"
     He wasn't just trying to inflict pity on me, he was succeeding. My eyebrows gave away my feeling of existential dread.
     "You know he was trying to get that ryber core to travel out of here, and I was so caught off guard he would've succeeded. But thanks to you, and your endless hate, he will never get a life, and the mother became a lovely peace gift to the Gleaver.
     Rage boiled out of me, causing me to explode soul lightning in all directions for thousands of miles. A red horned figure with a forked tongue used a portal to send God and him to hell. This was my devil I had created to make sure God lived in torment for the rest of his life. He was also part of a contingency plan to make sure I didn't kill God.
     He reappeared, "Let's torture this mothafucka."
     I followed him into the portal to find nothing but darkness. I looked around and saw this devil at the entrance to a small cavern.
     I ran over, "Take me to him now! He knows where my wife was taken!"
     "Wife?! And you told me she died? How do you know this retard isn't lying?"
     "He isn't, just take me there."
     "Right," he went to open a portal and then paused, "but the walk to his cell is a part of the process-"
     I immediately grabbed his neck and slammed him into the wall. He brought us both directly to a massive pit of lava at the end of a dark metal hallway. The devil made a lifting motion with his hands and out of the lava rose a red hot metal coffin. The devil then motioned to open the door and revealed that the coffin was full of spikes and blood steam. God fell out and a trail of metal tiles moved from out of the lava and ensured he wouldn't fall in. I rushed at him and grabbed his shoulders, twisting them towards and through each other. I shucked his spine from his body and slammed his head around the ground.
     "Where the fuck is my wife!"
     "I-aaahh-d-ahh" he could barely make a sound.
     I held his head still under my foot. "Where is Gleaver!"
     "I killed the Gleaver with the God staff!"
    I whipped his spine and smashed his head against the metal tile again.
     "She escaped!"
     I stopped and the room filled with silence. "Where did she go?"
     "If I knew she'd be dead!"
     I healed his body back to normal and then folded him in half backwards three times. I shoved him into the coffin and pushed him down into the lava.
     "It's not enough pain," I scowled. "it needs to be worse."
     I opened up a portal and started flying as fast as I could. My mind immediately raced to all of the worst possible scenarios: her limbs being torn apart, her body getting crushed, her remains being eaten. I couldn't bear this disruption of my fastidious plan. Everything was falling apart so quickly. She's been out of my mind for forever, why does she matter so much now?
     "Was that a rational thought?"
     A man appeared in front of me as though he had always been in my presence. He was ghastly looking, very white but dark, and had an expression that mirrored watching TV. He bared no clothes.
     "Why are you here?" I asked
     He looked around, "I'm always..." he stuttered "you aren't supposed to be able to hear me...or see me"
     "I can."
     "Go back home and-" the man disappeared.
     What the hell was that? I lunged over to where he disappeared from and tried feeling for any portal to reopen. There was no trace of anyone teleporting. He vanished instantly. How was that possible? Nonetheless, he commanded I go back home. Normally I wouldn't listen to a random chump but this was an aberration, which either indicates a being of power beyond comprehension, or that I'm seeing things, which is far more likely. I looked into the beyond as if I could see The Gleaver on the other side and gave him a "I'll let you live another day" stare before turning back home.
     Back home I had to face all of the real absurdities that I had been working to weave, not just in the last 800 million years, but my entire life. My life was exactly as I made it. I was given life to a being I now torture, husband to a wife that I abandoned, father to a son that I killed, family to a group I left behind. Sure, if I hadn't done some of these I wouldn't be alive, but that might be preferable to my current state. It's weird, in many ways I'm the most successful version of myself that could exist, yet I feel like I've made all the wrong decisions. If I could do it all over again I might choose to die among my watchers in our battle on Mars. One thing that must be true is that this is how I made it. Instead of being one of many fallen watchers I "the" only watcher, not fit to be called "a" watcher because of the lack of others to be generalized amongst. I am The Watcher, exhausted by my own revenge. But now I get to rest and reflect and see if I can't make peace with myself.