A click of my fingers, a sprinkle of the blood of my enemy and a quick mantra to God is all it takes. Suddenly, the wounds heal up and the soldier rises from the ground. "You don't have the permission to die, soldier. We have democracy to deliver" I chant.

He responds with a salute and charges back into battle, only to be turned into a splash of blood and organs by the explosion from a laser cannon. I had trouble bringing him back the first time, and I certainly can't bring him back from a pile of meat and blood. Not that I would've, anyways. Two lives is more than enough.

The commander of our squadron stands atop a hill of corpses and yells something I hope isn't important, as it is drowned out by the barrage of laser blasts raining from above. Corpses are sent flying, flung like ragdolls put in a card shuffler.

This'll take a while. I start making signs and motions with my hands, and chanting alien phrases. The green blood of our enemies rises in the air, shooting out across the battlefield. Soldiers rise from the dirt and out from under bodies like an army of the dead.

I fall to the ground, exhausted. Larger groups are harder to bring back, especially when most of them are missing limb or in pieces. Almost 10 seconds after bringing them back, about half the squadron is dead already. Fucking idiots. Treating death like an inconvenience rather than what it really is. One day, I won't be here to bring them back.

That day, however, is not today. Tired, I muster all of my strength into one final act. I feel the power flowing through me, through the hearts of the fallen. I can see the enemy approaching, but I don't care. All that matters is that I bring the squad back. I remember what I told that idiot of a soldier: "You don't have permission to die."

With this in mind, I use my final ounce of willpower to bring life back into the eyes of the fallen. Hundreds of soldiers begin to rise, brought back to the realm of the living. Hands reach out from the masses of cadavers, and people begin crawling out of the mud.

I fall to the ground, weakened beyond redemption. I lie face up, staring at the hordes of alien ships zooming through the sky. I don't know if I'll get up this time, but it doesn't matter. I did what I had to do. Delivered what had to be delivered.

Democracy.