꧁༺ 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭 ༻꧂

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 20

Leon groaned. He began to push himself up, but as he did, the ground below him sank a little with the weight of his hand like a soft pillow. Bewildered, he opened his eyes, squinting and blinking to adjust to the bright light of the environment around him. When he looked below him, the ground looked cloud like, as if it were made of cotton.

More moans of pain arose from the people around him. The blonde man lifted himself up, brushing the stray strands of hair out from his face. He shielded his eyes from the sun, which seemed much closer than it usually did. Wonder why.

Jill just managed to stand on her feet again, stumbling on the unfamiliar surface. She applied pressure to her forehead, complaining that it hurt like shit. Quin nurtured her fragile little brother, who was very out of it, wobbling all over the place. Chris grumbled, muttering curses under his breath as he sat in a kneeled position. Bear and polar lay together, sprawled out like snow angels, and Diané looked like she had a nice, graceful landing, though Carlos...

... Carlos... not so much...

That's when it clicked. That's right, Leon thought, we jumped through the portal. Damn. Must've been a pretty high fall. He adjusted his clothing, patting down, brushing any excess dirt and dust he may have gathered from the fall.

"Are we all fine? From the fall?" He asked universally to the group.

The reply was more unhappy moans and groans as the pirates struggled to stand up properly. He just heard Jill uttering something along the lines of, "dumbass faery could've given us a fucking heads up," which Leon couldn't agree more with.

"Holy fucking shit, did we die?!" Bear piped up, looking rather disoriented.

"What are you yelling about now, you delusional ratbag." Jill growled, scowling at him.

"Look ahead of you, woman! We're standing in front of the bloody gates of heaven!"

"None of us are ever getting to heaven, idiot."

"No, look!" He gestured his hands out towards the forty-foot tall, white and gold, pearlescent gates, decorated and garnished beautifully. Before the gate was a large, twenty-foot tall pedestal made of pure quartz and marble stone. Standing behind the pedestal was a long, white figure robed in pure silks - almost like the ones you'd see a priest wearing. The figure had no face, but it appeared to be reading a rather thick book.

"Piss and daemons," Polar grunted, "who the hell is that?!"

"One of the people we're looking for." Chris answered, staring straight at the elegant figure.

The captain lead his crew to the gigantic pedestal where the great figure stood. As the white figure sensed them approaching it looked up, turning it's attention towards the band of pirates.

"Welcome, humans." A voice echoed through the heads of the crew, taking them by surprise. They glanced all around, but they couldn't see the person who was speaking.

"Up here, behind the pedestal." The voice said, so the pirates tilted their heads up to the faceless being staring right back at them.

"Hello."

"Uh, hello." Chris greeted, a bit intimidated by the being's size. "My name is Chris."

"I know."

"Oh, you do?"

"Yes, and I know why you are here. Your intentions are clear; you wish to speak to the mortal that learns inside of our halls."

"Hell yeah we do," Diané yelled as loudly as she could, stepping to the front of the group, "and we want to talk to that two-faced, lying, betraying motherfucker right now!"