Cast Out (Book 1 Done; Book 2 In-Progress)

Chapter 12

I don't know how much time passed. It could've been a moment or it could've been hours. Before I knew it though, the darkness bled away and I could see again.

...And suddenly I wished that I was blind again. There was something in front of me.

I'd almost say that it was a man, but I knew that this thing wasn't human. Even though I knew it was impossible, this thing looked like it was made out of solid, condensed light. Our heads were so close that my nose almost touched his. There was movement that I could barely see out of the corner of my eye. This thing had wings.

I looked downward as much as possible without moving my head and realized something else.

His hand was speared through my chest!

I knew it was! I could see that the thing's hand buried up to its wrist inside my body. I could even feel it, like how you would be able to feel it if a doctor had cut you open and left something inside your body. You could feel the wrongness. For some reason though, I couldn't feel any pain from it at all.

It didn't matter though. I was just glad that I wasn't screaming in agony, even if that wrongness that came from having a foreign object speared through my chest was still there.

My heart raced as I felt my stomach drop at the thought of what I was going to have to do next. There was no way out of it. I had to do it.

Not even facing the dragon had made me sweat this much.

Slowly. Slowly, I looked back up at its face.

And into its eyes.

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What do you say when you experience the wrath of a tornado as it destroys your city?

What do you say when you see your whole nation be annihilated by nuclear bombs?

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What would you say if you witnessed your planet as it was destroyed?

What would you say if you witnessed a universe be wiped from existence?

What would you say, if you saw the apocalypse?

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No word describes the fear. No feelings described the terror. Nothing could stop it.

I didn't need to see the words that were above its head to know what it was. I didn't need to change [Part the Mists] to active and figure out if what I was thinking was true. I just knew that it was.

But I looked up anyway.

THE END IS NIGH.

You can never run. You can never hide. THE eventuality. More terrifying than all disasters. Even the Universe will be wiped from existence.

Ender of all creation.

DEATH, THE ANGEL.

My breath caught in my chest, and in less terrifying times I might've even joked and said that the hand speared through my upper torso had probably stolen it, as I looked at THE END.

There were some things in life that you just knew.

You knew water was wet after you first touched it.

You knew fire was hot when you first got near it.

EVERYTHING recognizes Death when you meet it.