In a white void completely devoid of anything, there was an old man drapped in a simple white robe, his long white beard reached all the way to his feet. His thin and frail arms were strung back heavy iron chains radiating an unsettling purplish evil energy. Raising his head, he saw three figures, cloaked in robes as black as night itself, the edges bore the same purple that was radiating from the chains keeping the old man captive. The figure in the middle stepped forward, his face twisted in a arrogant smirk. His sunken eyes glowed an eerie emerald green, his wrinkled skin was as gray as volcanic ash, and his beard, which reached his stomach, was as white a cloud. Purple cracks appeared on the side of his skull.
"Ka-el." The old man in white called, his own emerald pupils staring into the figure's.
"For being God," Ka-el started, kneeling and staring at the old man before him, his smirk still present. "You were quite easy to capture, or maybe you weren't expecting your own children to turn on you this early? Either way. What happened, happened. So tell me," Ka-el stood on both feet. "How does it feel to be looked down by your creation?"
The old man looked at Ka-el, his eyes devoid of emotions, "You know the answer already, do you not?"
Ka-el sighed, looking defeated. "You are no fun, old man." He then turned his head, nodding at the figure standing behind him at his right. "You know why we're here already, so I'll save my spit and just get on the why. You've seen what leaving humanity to its device has led to, yet you chose not to step in. You let us tear each other into shreds almost on a day-to-day basis, yet you never lifted a finger to end it or even just attempt to find a way to help. I know you gave us the freedom of choosing what we would be doing with our lives and all... but don't you think you could have, at the very least, nudged us in the correct direction every once in a while?"
"I gave humanity the ability to choose," The old man started, "whether to love, hate, create or destroy, I left it all in your hands so that you would be you, free any form of control."
"I don't disagree," Ka-el said, shaking his head. "what I'm saying is, you should have looked over us, stepped in when things got too out of control for us. I agree that giving humanity the ability to choose for themselves was a great idea, but look where it led us. We're slowly killing our planet, built a hierarchy that oppresses us because they can't contain their greed, made laws that, more often than not, turn against the people its supposed to help. And you just kept on watching from your throne in the Heavens." Ka-el added, his voice, ever so slightly, shaking in anger.
"No matter how much one prays to you, no matter how much time one devotes to worshipping you, things barely evolves in a good way." Ka-el took a brief case out of the hands of his subordinate's hands as he took a deep breath. "Sorry, got a bit off track here. My point is, since you don't want to act, you might as well not exist at all."
The old man in white listened silently to Ka-el's words, until the brief case came into view. He could feel an ominous power emanating from it, one that made him, God, cautious. "And do you think removing me would improve anything?"
"Oh no!" Ka-el replied immediately. "The way it is, humanity would most likely run itself into extinction. Simply restarting it from nothing wouldn't work, we would probably commit the same mistakes that we already made, if not worse. Something else needs to be happen, something that will make humanity evolve but before that, they need to realize a few things for themselves."
Then with a simple click, the case opened. A pure black energy shot out of it, painting the white void partially black. "Humanity's greatest strength, according to me at least, is its willpower and right now, it is severely lacking in that department." Ka-el said, plunging his hand into the blackness inside the brief case. "There needs to be a shift, one that will hopefully, help humanity wake up."
"Why are you doing this?" The old man asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity. "Aren't you among the rich and powerful of the world? I don't see a reason for you to be doing all of this."
"That just proves how effective this stuff is," Ka-el commented, pulling his hand out of the brief case, his smirk now transformed in a full-on grin. In his closed hand rested a broadsword made out of pure black energy. "But to answer your question," He added, turning his eyes back to the captive old man. "Yes, I am among that top 1%, I'm not deluding myself into thinking I'm some kind of savior who should rule humanity. No, I simply hate the status quo. I hate how everything doesn't change, how humanity cannibalizes itself despite how far it came."
"That's it? You hate the current state of things?" The old man asked, partially stunned.
"Yes, I mean I'm sure you've seen what runs through mind a number of times already. There's plenty of people in the world that think like that, really I'm just a drop in the ocean." Ka-el answered, shrugging his shoulders as he spoke.
"You do know what will happen if you proceed, right?" The old man warned.
"Oh most definitely. Either the Void will end me or someone else will but that's besides the point. My goal is to make sure things don't fall back in that stale state, whether or not I live to see this through is irrelevant. But as a certain someone whose name I can't remember said, Totally worth it." Ka-el thrusted his weapon of blackness into the old man's chest. Golden blood poured from the wounds and his lips. The blackness invaded his insides, eating away at his very existence. "Void. Quite an interesting force, don't you think? A force that eats and erases whatever comes into contact with it. A nothingness that is kept at bay by the edge of the universe; the wall you created when you made something out of nothing."
The old man didn't respond, his attention was directed at something else entirely. As the Void ate away at his form, several motes, some larger than others, escaped from his body and flashed through the white emptiness. The two figures behind Ka-el raised their hands, black energy seeping ouf of their hands but right before they could proceed,
"Don't." Ka-el raised his hand calmly, stopping the duo. "It is his last gift to humanity, a way to defend themselves from whatever will come next. It won't hinder anything we're doing, if anything, it'll help." His grin receded into a smirk as he pulled out the sword out of the old man, his body vanishing into nothing. "Well, I don't know if there's an afterlife for someone of your caliber but Rest In Peace, Creator." Ka-el turned away, swinging the sword at the white emptiness. Cracks formed and spread until every millimeters of the space was covered.
"Heaven and Hell shall be no more. All shall be blended into one." Ka-el uttered as he alongside the two other figures disappeared. They had achieved their objective. God is dead.