Last week we introduced Mephisto and it was creepy as heck. Today we go in a different direction – Erik, in the shower, thinking and reminiscing. I.e. having a mental breakdown and trying to piece himself back together. Here’s the conclusion to his stream of consciousness.
Because all signs read one message: the balance between good and evil, order and chaos in this universe and possibly in all our neighboring planes of existence, rested on my shoulders. I was that only one that could save it. Apparently, some deity or universal force chose me out of all suckers, to be the fulcrum of its fabric. The universe is an idiot.
But that didn’t change the fact that some part of me already knew about this. That all my training, all my choices and conflicts led up to that moment – when I encountered a being far greater than anything I had faced, would die under it and come back supercharged. The moment when I would destroy an Alpha, a progenitor of today’s demonic population.
And I needed to be at my best. I had friends and a family to defend and a universe to preserve.
The universe is so screwed.
( PS: I’m thinking of sharing a new WIP with you guys next week. What do you think? More Erik/Legacy/Book 2 or something Sci-fi and completely new for me?)
(PSS: I’m still debating titles for this project. The tentative title is Mind Walk. Any advice or suggestions are welcome.)
(OK, seriously Ryan, enough with the brackets. Stop breaking the fourth wall and let the poor readers go. They’ve had enough of you.)