Paintbucket-Lemonade

You lay awake upon the stone slab that would lead to a selfish accomplishment of brilliance and stupidity. You had to take a couple deep breaths, gulping down and choking on the thickness of the situation mingled with the soggy atmosphere. It felt humid and tense even if you were the only one in the room. You had demanded that none of your worthless minions be around to witness you at your strongest and weakest. Why had you agreed to do this? It was simple enough. The voice and clattered black text told you to lay down and die to achieve wonders beyond your imagination. Some mythical promise of eternal life through something called God Tie...