The END GAME(ER-S)

The head and first monitor Heinus, second only to the 'fly-lord' himself. Slowly readjusted, the angle of the great mirror and moved himself closer to it. Swiping backwards and anti-clockwise, he tapped on the image he had stilled earlier. Then leaning back, he proceeded to watch the scene again. This time, he patiently looked for cues or clues, that he may have missed the first time around. As the image became active again. Heinus ran his finger in a criss-cross motion across it, for enlargement. The mortal's image bubbled up swiftly and in place. The head monitor had been careful, not to loose the time frame attached to the image. The exact time of the event, was not clear or concise to them. Even the signs, had become a maze of humanly accelerated events. But its seasonal and global effect was undeniable.

As the image expanded, into an almost life-like state. It emitted sparks of red flames, that quickly sputtered to and then disappeared from the surface of the mirror. The monitor shuddered. How could this possibly be a mortal, he thought to himself. The atmosphere of evil around him, was near palpable. Even he Heinus, did not think that he could make that much of a wave. Leaning closer, he peered more intently at the scene before him. That was when he saw it. A visage of the 'fly-lord' himself, embedded behind the mortal. It was so close, they could have been one and the same. Possessing and using the human mind and body, was not new to them in their line of work. It was indeed the brunt of their very function. But what he was witnessing was different. A possession and a unification were two different items.

The head monitor marveled incredulously, at was depicted in the scene. It was as if their master was the mortal and yet he was apart from the mortal. The combined and formidable force, of two propelling elements. The lethal fusing of the human will and the relentlessness of darkness. Heinus simply gaped. The figure stood clad, in the appropriate outfit of its time. Strategically planted to fit, right in position. Rounded eyes beamed lasik rays of pride, contempt, deceit and destruction. Before him were a multitude. They reached and yearned, as if their very lives were in his hands. The figure opened his mouth to speak. And by that action, released a double headed serpent from that trap. The multitude swayed and bowed under the spell. Raising their hands in adulation and demands for more whilst the mortal image grew larger and stronger.

"Who or what in these 'condemned flames', is that?" Xitus the second monitor, who had just happened by asked. He was on his way, going about his own pending assignment. Compelled and momentarily spellbound, by the captivating scenery and images on the great mirror. Heinus grimaced. With his eyes still fixed on the mirror's surface himself, he proceeded to answer his counterpart.

"It's the dark version and corrupt duplication, of the expected Light to come."

"Expected Light?" The second monitor looked on aghast and befuddled. "But it is so dark. It contends to be darker than even we are." He added still staring.

"Yes, it is quite possible it contends with us. For you see, it is powered by the 'fly-lord' himself." Heinus the first monitor supplied.

"Powered by the master?" Xitus looked at his first counterpart, as if he had lost any sense he might have had. "We are all powered by the master. He is evil and darkness personified, remember? And we chose to follow him. Baptized and unified in his condemnation. So of what exactly do you speak?" That one waited defiantly for an explanation.

"Well this is definitely different." Started the first monitor. "For the reason the Enemy chose to manifest Himself in flesh, is the reason there will be a copycat version doing the same thing. In other words," Heinus bid his time before continuing his explanation. "He is man and devil. He is made to replicate, yet remain a covert opposite. A prototype that is against the original and typical."

"Who ever heard such a thing?" The second monitor was stunned but plowed on with his question. "And why does he look that way, so real so human. Even outfitted like them." He observed further.

"The attire of his times," began Heinus. "He is donned to deceive. For he must fit in, be accepted and extolled to function effectively." The head monitor stated flatly and looked away to nowhere in particular.

"And what is that close to his feet? Fierce and snarling, with teeth like iron bars." Heinus quickly snapped his head back to the image and the spot where his comrade was pointing at. "That's a beast," he responded expertly.