The rise of Elohim

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      The majestic figure of the Oracle towers over the self-proclaimed God. Two pairs of black eyes were looking at him, piercing with their gaze. The Oracle smiles, seeing C’s confusion, and says with obvious arrogance:       – Miss Wiltshire said that you would handle this role.       Vincent looks up. That’s… The one he’s thinking about, right? The real god of this world? The boy feels himself getting lost, trying to find the right words. Nothing works out. He is overwhelmed with so many thoughts, so many emotions, surging at the same time… It is impossible even to form a sentence.       Charlotte… did she think he could cope with it? Did she really trust him that much?       – I’m waiting for your answer, Mr. Wordsworth, — Frei reminds him, ignoring Vincent’s panic… He wasn’t ready for this. He couldn’t even imagine that one day this would actually happen. And this scared him to the point of trembling in his hands. The choice was simple — to finally get up from his knees or to remain forever the total misery he is right now.       How did it all come to this? When did C lose faith in himself? What made him first abandon his own views, which he considered to be the only correct ones, and then find himself in… such a position?       Is this really the same C who self-dubbed himself a Deity, as if this allowed him to so recklessly point out the depravity of others?       Head hurts. Ears are ringing. Everything is blurry before his eyes, his gaze is rushing in confusion and can not linger on one thing in any way. Everything is happening too fast. Trapped against the wall, C tries with the last of his strength to lift himself up a little, but immediately gets kicked in the stomach and involuntarily hisses in pain. The boy was close to losing consciousness, and could barely keep his eyes open. Not knowing what all this can lead to, Vincent puts his trembling hand to his forehead, trying to assess how bad the damage is, and immediately understands everything when he feels something warm on his fingers. As soon as he looked at his palm, he immediately noticed the bloody traces. To be honest, he didn’t even know what was worse in this situation– that he got dirty, or that he was thrown headfirst against the wall.       Peers… They’re so cruel. Their conscience will never be clear again. They are vicious. C knew this perfectly well. And that is why he is now forced to endure this mockery. He just told the truth, and now he’s responsible for it… How unfair.       – Who do you think you are, huh?       It seems… Like they were saying something. C didn’t hear them. However, he didn’t really want to. Whatever it was, Vincent was still confident in his own rightness.       Before he even had time to come to his senses, one of his classmates grabbed him by the collar, slightly lifting him off the ground. C shudders and squints when someone swings at him. But the blow does not come. Just words.       – Still got something to say? — one of the boys said.       – You… You will regret defying the God. — Vincent said seriously, wiping the blood from his face. He didn’t want to get dirty… Especially now.       However, as expected, after another mention of their own divine nature, peers burst out laughing. If only one could imagine how much C hated that sound.       And then, he was knocked out by a punch in the face. Vincent doesn’t remember what happened next.       – Oh, how impolite I am, let me be clear, — Frei said, smiling and looking down at C, — Miss Wiltshire can no longer be my carrier after the soul cube was removed from her. She said, quote: “I don’t want you to die because of me.” And to my corresponding question about who can cope with the role of the God of this world, she called your name, Mr. Wordsworth.       “The God of this world”… How mocking those words sounded now. C sincerely did not understand what made Charlotte suggest his candidacy for such a role. Because… He’s never been like that. C didn’t even remotely resemble something sacred. Especially at this moment, when he just felt… pathetic.       He wasn’t worthy of it.       …But it wasn’t always like that.       Previously, no matter what anyone said, no matter how long these taunts lasted, he did not give up his high-profile title no matter what. He thought he knew his place in the world. He just was neither at that time nor in that place. That’s all. Maybe he was just unlucky. Closing his eyes to the words of his classmates, C still believed only one thing. He believed in the power that opens up endless possibilities. He believed that somewhere up there was a place where he really came from.       He believed that he was the only true God.       That was the only thing he was sure of. He didn’t know why he was here. He hated the body in which he was locked up by some ridiculous mistake. C wanted to get rid of it, however, who would have thought that pain would be such a weighty reason not to commit suicide. And it was precisely because of the person in whose guise he was destined to open his eyes for the first time in this cruel world that he was so much despised by everyone around him.       Gradually C… got lost. He didn’t know what to do. He tried to fit into this world, tried to accept this world. However, it seems that the world itself did not accept him. The world he considered himself to be the God of.       And yet, C simply couldn’t give up on it. After all, it’s like giving up on yourself, on your own views, on everything that you are. Because without this high-profile title, he would have become nothing. He doesn’t care what anyone else says. They are sinners. He is God. The Messiah who gave his appearance to this world. The one who deserves to be called the Most High. However… Surely it can’t be that he is the only one in the whole universe who believes in this?       Because if he’s not a God… Then who is he?       …No. There is no need to think about others. As long as this is true to himself, he will never change his mind. Maybe he should lay low? Because… He is not one of those narcissistic Deities who only need someone else’s prayers, someone else’s tears… All C wanted was understanding. But, apparently, it was not destined to be fulfilled. He only had himself. But that’s still something, isn’t it? Which means no one can break it. Make him change his mind. The main thing is not what is happening now, but what will happen later. When he finally leaves this world behind and returns to the Heavenly Kingdom. When he finds true freedom, when this fragile body will no longer restrain him. “To give up everything in the name of the unknown.”       No one will break his faith. No way. Even if the world rejects him, C will get up and continue to walk towards his goal. Even if he has to walk alone. He accepted that the world didn’t care about him.       He won’t be here for long anyway. At that time, he believed that everything that was happening now could simply be crossed out and cut out of his life. Such an existence full of humiliation will not matter when he ascends to heaven again.       …Who would have thought it would happen so soon.       Until now, he could only talk about being a God. And now he is sitting on his knees in complete confusion in front of a real Deity. And this Deity has an offer for him. What previously he would have perceived as a blessing, now seems to him a curse.       – Why don’t you say anything, Mr. Wordsworth? — Frei grinned, — Oh, did I make myself unclear? You, the one who dared to compare yourself with the lord, will finally be able to become him. Wonderful opportunity, isn’t it?       C is silent. He’s just completely confused. Unable to say something in response, he doesn’t even have the courage to look into the Oracle’s face.       Vincent was clearly aware that he was not worthy of being called God. What a pity that he realized it so late. And that in order to realize such a simple truth, it was necessary to witness someone else’s death.       The smile room. Ironic name, isn’t it? Probably, for all the time this place has not seen anything but tears, which then gave way to eternal, cold… nothing.       A girl is lying on the operating table. Her neat snow-white hair resembles clouds. The eyes of the same color are wide open and look indifferently at the ceiling. Seems like she’s still breathing.       However, even so, now it is only a lifeless shell. There was nothing left inside her. There was no soul in her anymore. From now on, she was nothing more than an empty vessel. This is much worse than any sort of death.       The girl’s body, not moving, lies on the table, her gaze is fixed only on one point, and her mind is absolutely empty. There was a blank expression on her face. The body doesn’t move. The body does not respond to desperate pleas to wake up. The body does not hear the cry of the “God of this world”.       The words get stuck in his throat. C confusedly whispers empty apologies, knowing that he will never be heard. The boy is breathing heavily. He feels his heart pounding wildly, his hands trembling. Bending over the empty shell of the one called Charlotte Wiltshire, he cries.       “Cries”… C doesn’t remember the last time he allowed himself to do this. To bring someone to tears, feelings should just pour over the edge, killing them with their pressure. Can these feeling even be something that a God could possibly endure?       Yes. Yes, they can. And C was helpless against them. The realization that Charlotte had died because of him… That’s what really hurt. It’s more painful than beatings in the corridors of the school. Much more painful. He wanted to tear his hair, fall to his knees, beg the soulless body to answer him with his last strength. He just can’t watch it. He just doesn’t want to see it.       C was powerless. If earlier he was absolutely sure that he would be able to do at least something when he regained his divine power and put those who hated him in their place… He wasn’t sure about anything right now.       Was he even… A God?       The one who once called himself the Almighty and sincerely believed in his divinity was no longer able to influence anything. He could only feel how every second he was getting closer to a breakdown. This is a slow, painful process, which in the end will only result in even greater suffering. The realization of how powerless he is. The realization that…       He is not God at all.       And this turning point happened only a few minutes ago. And now… He hasto make the most important choice in his life. Why is everything happening so fast?..        — So what do you think? — Frey asked politely.       He really wanted to do something worthwhile for the first time in his life. After all, all this time he was nothing more than a burden. The one who interfered with others. Someone who didn’t really mean anything. The one who caused pity in some, irritation in others, and forced others to burst into mocking laughter by his very appearance. This is a chance to be reborn from utter insignificance and disappointment into something great.       Charlotte… After all, she believed that C could handle it. She made sure that he became who he saw himself until recently. However… Only now he finally realized how heavy this burden was. Is someone so pathetic willing to go for it?..       — I can make you a God.       The calm voice of the Oracle fills the whole room. Frei bends down slightly and extends his hand to C, who is still sitting on the floor, trying to avoid any visual contact with him by all means. The Oracle is still smiling.       That’s what Charlotte wanted.       So why is C hesitating? Why does he allow himself to shed tears of impotence in front of the unknown again? What makes him refuse to the last what he longed for there?       Since when has self-hatred got the better of him?       Vincent looks at Frei. Either with hope, or with the deepest despair. And again, he is too afraid to think with his head, relying only on two factors. He did not consider himself worthy of such a responsible role, but something else completely overlapped this point. He knew he had to do it… For Charlotte’s sake. For the sake of someone who was so precious to him.       Maybe at least this way he can atone for his guilt to her.       Finally, C finds the strength to look into the Oracle’s eyes. The boy looks up hesitantly and sees Frei holding out his hand. The face of a real God is illuminated by a polite smile.       C exhales, trying to take off the last tension. This was expected of him. If he fails, it turns out that everything was in vain. He must. For Charlotte’s sake.        Vincent accepts his hand.

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