This is a novel planked in a universe that occupied our orbital space before it painted its own doom. The murder of the king/president of that world triggers a chain of events that unfold, to arc the doom hammer. The saga of a disgusted detective for whom the wheels turn to make him a man destined to garb the clothes of a .......... Read more to know more.


5. Hallucination and the demise of a fleeting truce.


“I’ve a mission for you”, the tremble in the Queen’s voice shining like sunlight.

Zeus just stared at her, he didn’t want to incite anything in her, it gave him the lurches just to think of her inflamed.

“As per the laws prescribed by the Book, you’ll undergo the transcending today, if you come out sterile, your mission will be debriefed, you’re dismissed”, the Queen’s fingers touched her palms and released, Zeus knew of that motion, and he turned and the PA took point.


The slumber chambers were touted to possess an incandescent glow of many taints that assisted hibernation, and brought with it the message of the gods, camouflaged in a drama of sorts, the whole city or town would be broadcasted the dream in their own sleep. As requested by Zeus, the readers will experience the dream in first person. This is an attempt to encapsulate the sphere of slumber and capture its originality.



I materialize at a place. My curiosity gets the better of me and I start scanning the horizon and I see it. But, between me and it, a battle is raging. I look at the battlefield and I get a feeling that the giant placed on the other side is my foe. I bore my gaze upon him and I know that I have no hope. Other giants are splayed across the battlefield, and the worst thing is, I know who they are.

“Kill him, the way is forged, drive the sword and unleash his livers” a voice rasps to me. I look at him, and he locks eyes with me. A swirling tempest is brewing inside him, in the ocean of white that converge upon his dark cornea, I can discern circles of madness, tangible, irreversible, irredeemable. His eyes go to his hands, as if he wants me to see. He picks up a bolt of lighting, loaded it is, charged with electricity to the hilt, it is waiting to hound, and he lets out a bray that momentarily petrifies the whole field, and in that moment even the millets of dust are iced, the lightning converges upon me, is about to hit me BAM. I am back, but everything remains frozen, and he hurls.

I realize that the vision was a prelude, something corporal hinders my hand, and I stare down to see the sword. The lightning blazes, it blankets my vision with its brilliance, I decide to trust the voice and an instinctive alarm blares inside me and in a fit of annoyance that accompanies the perturbed, I press snooze and that’s when I know, I thrust, and crumbling with fear I raise my head. The blade had made contact and the ricocheted lightning slams into a terrified Kronos, damn, I even know his name and the nagging ceases. Something tells me that he is my Father. I stare at the mortified giant and the field evaporates into a wisp of smoke, and I bare my eyes. Pointed down at me is a spear and its proprietor voices his thoughts and I glean from his lips the words “Arrest Him”.

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