The Divine Bargain: Javier Sánchez's Wish for Power
In the dim, ethereal expanse of what seemed like an endless void, Javier Sánchez slowly regained his consciousness. His last memories on Earth were of suffocating under the weight of a mob's fury, their chants of disdain and hatred still echoing in his ears. But now, in this strange, otherworldly space, there was no pain. No noise. Only silence.
Javier's mind was disoriented, floating in a realm where time held no meaning. His body felt... weightless, as though he had transcended the very laws of reality. He tried to remember his last thoughts, the rage and sorrow that had consumed him before his demise. But as he recalled the moments of his life—the loneliness, the relentless pursuit of perfection, and his obsessive quest to make sense of a world that never understood him—Javier realized he was no longer alone.
A figure appeared before him in the void. It was neither male nor female, neither young nor old, but simply radiant, an embodiment of pure light and energy. Javier's eyes widened, and the air around him seemed to hum with an intensity he couldn't quite comprehend. He could feel its presence, deep, overwhelming, and infinitely vast, as if it contained the knowledge of the entire universe.
It was God.
The voice that followed was soft yet resonated within every fiber of Javier's being, a voice that seemed to speak not only to his ears but directly into his soul.
God: "Javier Sánchez. Your soul has passed beyond the veil. You have crossed the threshold between life and death. But I have sensed your will. Your desires are known to me."
Javier's heart pounded in his chest. His first instinct was to fall to his knees in awe, but something inside him pushed back against the instinct. His journey had never been about submission, and now, in the face of the divine, his ambition burned brighter than his reverence.
Javier: "I've lived a life of rejection, of misunderstanding. My need for cleanliness, my perfectionism—these were my burdens, my prison. I wanted to be more than just… than just a forgotten soul on Earth. I wanted power—power to reshape the world, to rise above those who looked down on me."
There was a long silence before God spoke again. Javier's words echoed in the empty space, but there was no sense of judgment in God's voice. It was not angry, nor disappointed. It was simply… knowing.
God: "You have tasted bitterness, Javier. The weight of the world's misunderstanding has borne down upon you. Your life was marked by an insatiable hunger for control. But in the world you inhabited, that hunger was not easily quenched. It led you to your end."
Javier's fists clenched, the bitterness of his past life seeping into the air around him. He was no stranger to the darkness in his own heart.
Javier: "Yes. I died because of it. I was betrayed and misunderstood. They called me cold-blooded, detached. But they didn't know who I truly was… they couldn't see my vision. I died because I wasn't allowed to rise above, because I wasn't allowed to be the greatest."
God: "I see the pain that shaped you. And now, in the afterlife, you stand before me. But you ask for power—an ambition that shaped your past, an ambition that can consume you in this new existence. Is that truly what you seek? To be above all others?"
Javier's voice trembled with a quiet fury, his need for vindication burning brightly in his chest.
Javier: "I don't care about the reasons anymore. I don't care if it's villainy or greatness. I want power. I want to rewrite my fate. I want to reshape the world, to bend it to my will, to make them all see that I was right. I want the ability to never be powerless again."
For a moment, the void seemed to grow heavier, the light around them dimming. God's voice returned, softer now, more thoughtful.
God: "And what of your humanity, Javier? Power comes at a cost. It twists those who wield it. You, with your perfectionism and your inability to accept anything less than absolute control, risk losing the very soul you seek to elevate. Power can corrupt—will you risk everything, even your soul, for the chance to rise again?"
Javier's gaze hardened, his heart a maelstrom of desire and fear. He had been broken in his past life, and he was not going to let that happen again. He would not allow anyone, not even God, to stand in the way of his ascent.
Javier: "I am willing to pay any price. If it means I can become something greater, something beyond what I was—then I will do it. I don't care about the cost. I only care about ascending."
There was another pause, and the light surrounding them flickered, as if God were considering his request.
God: "Very well. You have shown me your resolve. But know this, Javier Sánchez. You will be granted power beyond imagination. You will hold the ability to bend reality, to reshape time and space, to manipulate your own existence. But it will be chaotic. It will be unstable. You will be a glitch in the fabric of reality itself. The very powers you seek may destroy you, just as they may make you the greatest to ever walk this world."
Javier's heart raced. This was it. He had been granted what he had wanted, but the price was steep. He understood the risks—he had always understood that everything came at a cost. Power, true power, was never without its consequences.
Javier: "I will accept it. I will learn to control it. And I will make the world bow to me."
God: "So it shall be. You will be reborn, not as a mortal, but as an anomaly—an entity beyond the rules of existence. You will have the power to shape reality itself, but remember, it is a power that is always at odds with its own nature. And you will find that with great power comes an even greater burden. Do not lose yourself to it."
Javier's eyes gleamed with determination as the final words of the divine echoed in his mind.
Javier: "I won't. I'll make sure they all know my name."
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With that, the light around Javier exploded into a blaze of pure energy, and his form dissolved into the chaos of reality itself. The next moment, he was gone from the divine void.
But his journey had only just begun.
Javier Sánchez, reborn in a new world, now wielded the Glitchform power—an unstable, god-like gift that would allow him to conquer the world and reshape it according to his vision. However, the road to ultimate power was fraught with danger, and the very thing that made him stronger also threatened to destroy him. His fate had been sealed with a divine bargain, and now, with his newfound abilities, he had to learn to balance his desires for control with the instability of the glitch within him. The price of his ambition? His very soul.