When I woke up I was in a bed. Jolting up I touched my head where I had been shot. had I lived I thought confused. I shouldn't have I was shot in the head and I was too far gone if someone found me. Calming myself I took in my surroundings. I was was in a large room with gray walls, silky black drapes and painting hanging from its wall. in the room was a king size bed with matching black purple sheets and blankets. The floor was made of...obsidian? Strange I'd never seen someone use it for flooring. to my right was a black door with a gold doorknob and on the other side of the room there was an identical one. curious I decided to investigate the right door first.
As it turns out the door led to a walk in closet, which was filled with clothes, all black, grey and white. And strangely all in my size.The other door led to a grande bathroom with two sinks a toilet, and a water fall shower and a huge bath tub. I changed my mind maybe I'm in heaven. But how? When I killed so many? I let it go instead my attention focused on the reflection on the mirror in front of me. In front of me stood an average tall boy, with my my face and all the features I had before death. Tattoos covering my right arm, all in Latin, and two tribal tattoos that circled my upper arm. But what caught me off guard was the changes that occurred to me. no longer did I have mossy brown hair and green eyes, but I had now had raven black hair and purple black eyes and other rich black patterns that covered my shoulders and a black mixed with red rune over my heart. Slowly I reached up touching my bear chest tracing the new tattoos and the playing with my hair. At least it was still how I had it before I died, short but shaggy. How in the hell did they dye this? I thought to myself playing with a strand of it.
"It's real you know" I nearly fainted, yelping as I spun around to face a tall muscular guy about 6'2 with short sandy blonde mostly brown hair, maybe 18 or 19 wearing head to toe black.
"Who..who're you" I stammered never in my life had anyone snuck on me like that before, in response he smiles his brown almost black eyes shining,
"I'm Thanatos or Nat or Grim or Death whatever you want to call me" I stared at him hu? Thanatos? Death and Grim? Strange nicknames. I'm gonna go with Nat,
"So..Nat can you tell where the hell am I?" I almost growled out,
"Nice to meet'cha too" he's said sarcastically laughing while leaning against the door frame, and staring me straight in the eyes causing me too squirm and cover my chest with my arms,
"Well you are literally in hell or as I call it, the Underworld." I froze, so I wasn't in heaven. I turned my attention back to Nat,
"So if I'm in the 'Underworld' why am I in a fancy room with," I paused then decided to let fate take the wheel " with a really attractive guy and not somewhere being tortured?" I asked, his smile widened at the attractive comment and then frowned at the tortured part,
"Because you aren't a mortal being anymore, your the King" he said laughing at my question as if I was a foolish child. I frowned confused.
"King of what?" I asked
" Of the Underworld obviously"
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When Hell becomes your Kingdom
FantasyIt's strange to experience death, even more so when Thanatos (a.k.a Death) informs you that you are now the King of Hell or the Underworld. Welcome to my life. I had lived as Kameron MacCallie for eighteen years until I was killed by a counter assas...
