Literature
The Right of Choice
He stood on the shivering platform,
kneeled,
looking nowhere,
his head down.
The bright light flooded all around him, blinding, tempting.
- you know the price. - the Voice said to him. A deep, unnatural and unknown voice, somehow cold, and irresistibly prepossessing to trust at the same time.
- Yes. - he blinked, and closed his eyes. - And my answer is - yes. - he said in undeniable tone.
A few seconds of silence. Just cracking of energy, and his breathing, heavy and slow.
- so be it. - the Voice responded.
...
.
"...forgive me....."
his last thought
faded in oblivion
as The One has accepted
his Offer.
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[ the days before... ]