Eldirux had successfully completed all of the trials that the gods had imposed on him. Now there he was, standing at the beginning of that grand stairway that gave access to The Dominium, waiting to be given the consent and therefore be converted into a demigod.
He hated the tedious procedure, but he had learned to go through it dutifully: first he had to go the Proposals Office, and submit a proposal for hero. In order to do that he had to attach a numerous and annoying amount of documentation, from his Certificate of Birth to his Criminal Record. Once they had processed and verified all the documents, and they were sure that his background was properly human, although with a slight doubt of some remote ancestor, he was given the status of Provisional Hero.
To ascend from Provisional Hero to Completely Qualified Hero, he had to complete a probation period of time that could last from one to seven years, in which the candidate could show his physical and mental skills in typical situations encountered by that of a hero. It didn’t matter his level of intellifence, what really mattered was his capabilities to correctly perform basic tasks such as the slaughter of monsters and villains, the evacuation of cities on fire, or the salvation and following of gallant violations of young maidens and virgin priestesses.
Eldirux had accomplished his probation period in only two years. One would assume that he was remarkably good at his job – and he was – but he was also very fortunate, because the quantity of catastrophes in which he helped had increased in that time, and therefore, so had his possibilities of showing off. After five more years as a Completely Qualified Hero, there had come the time when he could ask for a promotion and ascend to the category of a Demigod. It was, of course, a highly advantageous category, with better status and bigger salary. Nevertheless, Eldirux didn’t want to do it on the basis of materialistic reasons, but for vocational ones. His highest aspiration, ever since he could recall, had been to become a God.
And so there he was, at the beginning of the stairway that led to The Divine Dominium, waiting for some representative from the Divine Board to come and tell him whether he had been considered Suitable or Non-Suitable for the position. For days and nights he awaited patient as a rock, not paying attention to the big rains and the thundering lightning that fell disturbingly close to him. Eldirux knew that all this could be still another test, and resolved as he was to pass it, he stood there fearless for more than a week, when finally, and against his will, but due to his still human condition, Eldirux fainted.
When he woke up, everything was dark. After a little while, his eyes started to accommodate to the darkness and distinguish some forms and silhouettes. Then he asked, completely calm, since calmness was required by his status of hero, where he was. He didn’t get an immediate answer, but after some time, a sinister voice told him that he was in his new home.
“In The Dominium” – Eldirux asked, fighting to hide his emotion.
Suddenly there was light and the world started to shape. Eldirux focused his sight and before him his interlocutor cleared his situation, while his confusion kept growing inside him. Not only was Eldirux not in The Dominium, but he had been relocated in the lowest levels of The World, even below the world of humans.
“But why?” He gasped.
“That I cannot tell why”, answered the creature with the sinister voice that stood looming over him.
Eldirux sighed a little demotivated. What if it wasn’t possible to get into The Dominium? What if everything was a sham just to keep him entertained passing tests until eventually one of these tests finished him off?
“I wrote it in a idle moment at work, I had been talking with a colleague about my working prospects and what I needed to do afterwards (where and when to apply for another post, that kind of thing) and then Eldirux appeared in my mind. I have always liked the mythology and the allegorical possibilities it gives for being it an elaborated representation of the reality. So, Eldirux is just one of these allegories, of someone that thinks that he wants to do something and that once he has done it, he’ll achieve success and happiness, but that then bumps abruptly with the cruel reality: it is all useless because it is all a fiction. I know it is a pessimistic view, but it is what I wanted to tell at the time.”
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