Total silence. Then, one by one, they spoke the word, “Aye!”
Alex had the same dream as the previous night. He saw the emerald cross with the serpent entwined around it. Once again there was the same comforting, white light between him and the emblem.
He heard a voice, Anaxagoras’s perhaps, calm, yet icy. “Alexander, your time is soon approaching.”
Alex turned around looking for the owner of this voice, but there was none. He saw a stairway, carved into the walls and leading to a cave. There was a dim light coming from it. He walked up towards the cave and entered. The flickering light came from above him. It was not white, but rather like a yellow flame. “Alexander,” the voice said again, “You must follow me. Listen to what I have to say.”
“Why?” Alex said. “Why should anyone listen to you?”
Anaxagoras laughed, “No one listens because they are forced to. Do you really think that? No.” he paused. “They listen because they know what I say is right.”
“I know what is right. So why should I listen to you?”
“You don’t know what the truth is. Do not listen to anyone. That is what I am telling you. Listen to what I have to say and you will see the truth.”
Alex kept his eyes upwards at the flame-like light. “Why are you telling me all this? What do you want me to see?”
The light grew larger, more radiant. “What do you have to lose?” The light, ten feet away from Alex, grew as bright as the sun. A figure stepped out of it: Anaxagoras, cloaked and completely dark. Only the pale outline of his face could be seen. “Come with me,” he said, hovering in the air like the angel of death. “Come and see for yourself what will happen.”
Suddenly, Alex too hovered in the air. He knew Anaxagoras was controlling him. They sped higher and higher. Alex could see they neared to the top when he saw clouds. The edifice resembled the opening of a volcano. When they reached the threshold, Alex saw that the structure was in the ground and did not rise up like a mound.
“Where are we?” He asked. “What is this?” He saw a large amalgamation of structures, a complex of pyramids, marble obelisks, and statues. They had come out of an eight hundred foot pyramid through a small ventilation shaft. The pyramid resembled the ones in South America. “This is amazing!” Alex gasped.
“This, my boy, is called the Mausoleum of the Anu-Sa-Rimh!” Anaxagoras raised his hands and gestured to convey the majesty of the area.
“You mean the Blood Gods?”
“Ah, so you know about them?”
“Is this Migra?” Alex asked.
“Yes.”
“But the place we were at before–
“That was Antarctica,” Anaxagoras said.
Migra, the real Migra, was so lush. The complex stretched as far as Alex could see. The gigantic monuments were surrounded by lush gardens and sparkling fountains of gushing water.
“This is the city of the gods,” said Anaxagoras. “This is what people on Earth called Heaven, the Kingdom of God, Devanagari, Nirvana, and all the other names they have for paradise.”
“So, they’ve seen it,” Alex said, confused. “But how?”
“In their visions, they have seen it.”
“Why are you showing me this?”
“This is your destination. This is where you must be, Alexander. You must join me!”
Alex turned hostile, “You will never persuade me! Tell me what you must and let me go!”
“You have no idea what you are talking about. I have the power to kill you here in the realm of consciousness.”
“You killed your son! What’s stopping you now?”
“I’m giving you a choice, like I gave my son.”
“What?”
“If you don’t join me, then it will mean destruction for everything.”
“I don’t believe that! That’s not true!”
“You have no other choice.”
“That’s not what the Prophecies say!”
“If you do not join me you will see what happens.” In an instant, everything Alex saw burst into flames.
He felt the heat of the fire burning him and heard the violent screams of women and children, begging for mercy. He saw flying ships and objects of fire blazing down from the sky. The ships were massive, as big as the Regnum. As they landed soldiers flew out and attacked everything in sight. They created energy beams that caused mass destruction in every corner. Horrible painful lights flickered here and there as a result of the blasts, leaving behind dust, decay, and debris. The heavily armed soldiers attacked the Mausoleum, the pyramid in which Alex had been. They looked like oversized robots with rigid and bulky armor. They had no features, only two large lights for eyes. He realized these were just helmets. He saw other ships, smaller ships, attacking the larger ones.
They landed and the enemy soldiers rushed out. Alex saw that all these soldiers were humans! He saw John, Nikolas, Richard and so many other familiar faces.
“This is impossible!” Alex yelled.
“It will be so. You shall see,” Anaxagoras said, his voice penetrating through Alex’s veins and beating in his heart.
“But, the war. It’s...who are these people?”
“That’s of no importance. Now, tell me.” Everything disappeared in a flash of light and they were back to the time of an untainted Migra. “Will you join me?” Anaxagoras held out a white hand. His long glassy fingernails reflected the light.
Alex hesitated, pretending to consider. Then he smirked, “These are just your tricks, nothing more. You think I would believe you so easily?”
Anaxagoras said nothing and raised his right arm. Suddenly beams of light formed on the end of each finger. They increased in size, gradually gathering momentum and pulsating. They merged together into one and expanded to the size of his palm. Anaxagoras flung the energy ball at Alex and said, “You fool! You will die!”
Before he was hit by the blast of energy, Alex envisioned the Regnum destroyed. Huge vampire fighter ships were attacking it from all angles. The Regnum split open, spewing people into the cold dark vacuum of space. He felt their utter horror and sense of hopelessness. He saw Angel crying out for him. A large dark figure grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into his ship.
The energy amassed and destroyed his body.
*****
Nikolas awoke in his new suite. From the open window, he perceived the sun just above the horizon. The reflection of its golden hue sparkled and danced on the ocean waves. Magnificent. Nick breathed in the fresh air. He walked to the balcony, yawned and stretched. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the time. 6:40.
Someone knocked on the door, but Nikolas didn’t hear it, engrossed with the sound of the waves and smelling the fresh ocean breeze as it flowed through his thick dark hair. The doorbell rang. He heard it but it didn’t matter. He was happy, peaceful and content where he was. Again the doorbell rang.
“What in the blazes!” he scurried to the door and opened it.
A short man stood in the doorway holding a letter. “Sir, the President wishes you to read this. It’s of the utmost urgency.” He handed him an envelope.
“Thank you.”
The man walked away and Nick closed the door, looking at the envelope with deep interest. He sat down and opened it. There was a letter inside; he started reading:
Dear Father,