Eritu’s Defeat Part 2 - The Warrior’s Surrender

Eritu arrived at the invisible walls of the invisible fortress and something held him back. Again, he could not see or feel the walls, but it seemed as though hundreds of small hands were pushing on him, poking him in the eye, and pulling his hair. He stepped back in wonder. The glory of the King was still shining bright and he could barely see around himself.
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Suddenly an unseen feminine voice spoke “Surrender.” Eritu knew what to do, for his people used surrender as a form of worship. And who was worthy of worship more than the King? He bowed and weaved his hands over his head as though he were locking himself to the ground. This cued the unseen fortress to levitate him and bring him into its security. Eritu looked up and saw nothing. Not ‘nothing’ in the sense that it was dark or bare. No, he was somehow departed from everything that is mass and reality. It felt good and safe.
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Then he saw the King. He was tall, light-skinned, and similar in appearance to Eritu save for the headdress he was wearing and the warm clothing. He was not glowing like his glory, though. He was quite bearable to look at, and very attractive. The King was walking in the nothingness as though there were a floor, and Eritu felt as though there should be a floor, but there was not, not even the feeling of a solid structure beneath him. Eritu was bowing, looking up at the King and saw that He and the King were on the same level. How great his goodness, thought Eritu, that he defies this world and its discomfort. For Eritu felt healed of his battle wounds.
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The King spoke, “You are the last of your people?”
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“I think so, my King.”
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“It is right that you come to me, then. I will make you great, then, as the last surviving warrior of all your tribe.” The King looked at Eritu with piercing eyes. Eritu stood up and saw that he was several hand-widths shorter than the King.
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“My King, what do want me to do to worship your goodness?” Eritu spoke impulsively in the rhetoric of reverence. For the King was great.
The King looked at Eritu for a moment longer. Then Eritu felt the immensity of the moment: worship is more than just surrender.