Boy asked, "Who are you ? And what responsibility? I was a college student trying to skip lectures. My biggest responsibility was remembering to charge my phone."
The Pocket Watch stops spinning. As it settles, it displays a specific time: 12:12
The voice, "I am.. You can call me Guardian or Reaper of death. You are late. Always late. But that is trivial. The responsibility you carry is more matters now. The reason you woke up this morning feeling incomplete."
The watch begins to glow slightly. The silver surface seems to shimmer and run like liquid.
"That's what happened after death. I don't carry anything. I lost my phone in the crash, I think."
The voice, "Look closer. Inside."
Boy focuses his attention on the watch face. The watch time once again change. The clock ticked and it stop at 3:6:9.
The glass cover seems to melt away, revealing the microscopic gears beneath.
These gears are not made of metal; they are moving fragments of memories, sparkling and shifting. Amidst the chaos of daily thoughts (what to eat, homework deadlines), one gear stands out. It is dark blooded and unmoving.
"That gear... it's stuck. It's broken."
The voice, "It is not broken. It is missing. It is the memory of your true task that always you avoid. You lived a life of average routine because you lost it to do otherwise."
Boy asked, " True task? I was supposed to be an complete the dreams of my mother and father and have government job. Isn't that enough?"
The voice said, "The cycle of your life has stopped. But not purpose. It is what allows you to perceive this space."
Suddenly, a new image flares up in the center of the room, projected like a hologram onto the obsidian floor.
In that hologram, a person who looks adult with long-straight black hair . He is wearing white shirt and trousers with rob, now sheded in blood. Corpse after corpse could be seen in the ground. And in front of him warriors stood. Some clad with sword, some with spear, and some without any weapon showing raw power.
One of those warriors said, "You can't run from us."
Other said, "See, even great ruler fears for his death."
The man seems to surround by those warriors. There are many wounds on him. And blood is leaking out continously.
Then he said, "Why all of you people, betrayed me. Are you don't fear heaven or gods."
All listening to him became confused and strats to seeing each then all starts laughing from nowhere.
One of them said, "Haahaha.., You, Haha.. think if you, haahaa.. just believe and anyone comes to save you."
"Why laugh? And what does that mean?"
"Means you are abandoned by same heaven. On their order we all are killing you."
"What", hearing that man become shocked.
One of then rushed with sword, "No if or what." With torrent of red energy wrapped around on his sharp sword and then as he slashed a wave pure red slashed radiated from his sword and energy instantly cut through between man's shoulder and arm.
A deep cut is made on his soldiers. Seeing that, the dragon who attacked became frustrated. Even full power of one them can only injured him slightly.
And now Seeing this everyone started to rushing towards him only to find that not every attack is working on him. But they did not stop. They attacked without seeing if it landed or not. In their mind, only two words comes, survive or killed.
But man almost lost his reason to fight, only emotion left is hatred. A hatred towards everyone. And after some he drops his sword and everyone seeing him in the state of death relief.
As he losing his consciousness he only said, "From this moment, I never allow me to follow heaven, Gods, Demons, Angels and anything present in universe that can worshipped. I simply follow my will, my consciousness, my morals and desired."
And died. Not knowing that after he said worlds and heaven trembles and number of lightning fall on his body until there is nothing left. And what's left is only nothing, just nothing.
The hologram vanishes.
Boy trembles.
The hologram vanished not with a sputter of light, but with a silent, heavy sigh that seemed to drain the residual warmth from the obsidian room.
Boy's essence, which minutes ago had been a cloud of bewildered confusion, now vibrated with a sharp, painful clarity.
"That…" Boy projected, the non-word hitting the silence like a stone dropped into a deep well.