When Asshole Meets God

Asshole

Opening the eyes wide open, as if it is the moment of waking up from a terrible nightmare. It was not a good morning for this certain individual. To see a terrifyingly gut-wrenching place of disturbing elements imaginable, it boosted his emotions to a highest peak of fear. Dizziness as he felt, causing him to vomit everything he ever eaten all his life. But he can't. Covered by a dark endless view, surrounded by burning flames, situating in front of him was a mountain of dead bodies of human beings. And on top of it, sitting an ugly figure of a weird creature. When he saw this terrifying monster staring directly to his soul, all of fear crawled over his body which made him unable to move. What he saw was the Vrag.

But this was not the beginning of the story. The story really begins, not too long ago, when an asshole meets God.

Covering his head with a soft pillow, Cam is trying to unhear the sound of the noisy alarm clock. It was six in the morning and it was the first day of the class for the second term. He threw the pillow at the alarm clock, which it fell on the floor but it was still sounding. Annoyed, he got up from his bed and picked the clock from the floor. And turned it off. He felt satisfied as he breathed down still closing his eyes.

Slowly stepping back to his bed, when he felt his legs touched the soft edge of its foam, he quickly lie down and tuck his blanket over his body. He slowly and nearly fell asleep when his Mogala rung as loud as it could be.

Mogala, a device used for communication, had a round-shaped handheld screen features.

"What the fuck?" he shouted, kicking and hitting the blanket until it eventually fell on the floor. "Who calls this early in the morning?"

With all his might, he fought his laziness and tiredness as he got up again and reached for his ringing Mogala. The black screen turned up, seeing another person from it.

"Yeah?" he asked, a pouting expression upon his dry face. "What?" an unexpectedly change of emotion he felt. From tired, with not wanting to do anything and just sleep, to an excitement vibrating in his veins. The call triggered him to quickly walked out from his room and prepared himself for a long day ahead.

Cam Hart, twenty-one years of age, has an easy life of a spoiled prince. From a loving rich family, he has divorced parents and four sisters. All seven of them are living in different houses. As a matter of fact, all of them each have their own house.

For Cam alone, he is living in a one-story concrete house with only one bedroom and a bathroom, containing a small living room and a tiny kitchen, and a garage for his brand new Mobil.

Mobil, a mobile vehicle used to transport people, had four wheels covered with a waterproofed roof. For Cam, he had the limited edition of Mobil called Rhyd. Designed for four passengers, mainly for the road transportation only.

After taking on his white polo and navy-blue slack pants along with his wayfarer eyeglasses, he got in in his Mobil and drove to the school. Upon arriving, he was greeted by a group of young beautiful college girls as he parked and got out.

"Hello, Cam!" greeted nicely with a bit of lusty sensation given by the young girls.

"Good morning, ladies!" he replied, smiling gracefully as he walked to the campus. When the girls were out of his view, he quickly vanished his smile.

Disgusted by what he just saw, "Fuckers," he murmurs.

Walking several steps from the entrance, he reached the classroom and saw his two best friends, Dylan and Joel. The three of them are on their second years. 

"What's up, bro?" said Dylan, leaning on a wall with both hands in his pockets.

Dylan, the gangster of the trio, doesn't look like a street thug. With his beautiful innocent face, along with his great build and tall height, he is a heartthrob to many girls.