It was dark. No, it was much more than that, if Darkness is the absence of Light, then it was as if Light never existed wherever he was in the first place. He didn't know how he could possibly tell that after being there for only a few minutes a most, but it was just something he could feel. To the man who wanted nothing but to finally rest and close his eyes, it was perfect. Light was overrated anyway. Wherever he was, he couldn't move, he couldn't feel, he couldn't hear. It was like he couldn't do anything. "Actually, that's a wrong way to describe it, it's like I can't bring myself to even try. I'm not cold or hot, hungry nor full, sleepy nor awake. Hell, I don't even know if my eyes are actually open right now, yet even while pondering these things, the mere thought of trying to move sounds like blasphemy." The man, no matter how much he tried, couldn't bring himself to move. It was like when a person woke up from their alarm but had a mental battle with themselves whether they should get up or not, but 1000x worse.
Everything was just...perfect, and the man was scared that trying to move would ruin what was happening. That it would take away this perfect moment. The unending sleep, the peace he's been begging for was finally granted to him by his granddaughter, satisfying his curiosity wasn't worth the risk of losing what he's finally been given. The thought whether he was in Heaven or Hell crossed the man's mind once or twice, but unimportant queries were hard to keep a hold of wherever he was right now. Anything that crossed his mind was there for only a second before whatever it was slipped right through his fingers and he forgot all about it. He felt like he repeatedly approached a train of thought 100s of times before forgetting, like every time before it. Yet in all honesty, he couldn't bring himself to care.
The Time he spent in there, in that Void, he didn't know. He never cared to count or ponder about Time. "What use is the passage of time to a dead man?" he thought. Not long after arriving to the Void, he just stopped thinking altogether. Unbeknownst to the man, years started passing by, yet he never noticed a single second. Soon, 10's of years passed, then 100's, and finally 1,000s. In all that time, he didn't dare speak, dare move, dare think, because if there was anything that could wake him up from his peaceful sleep, he didn't want to risk it. If it were up to him, he would have stayed there forever, until the end of Time, if Time was even a thing where he was. But it wasn't up to him.
Without warning the Void that surrounded him for thousands of years, suddenly vanished, encompassing him in a blinding Light. If you could speak to him and ever complain about waking up to bright Light, he would scream something like, "You think this is bad?! Imagine sleeping for THOUSANDS of years and waking up to the SUN you insufferable twat!?" Till this very day, it is a sore subject for him, he never got over it. His response to his dear waker was not as warm.
"AHHHHHHH!!!! YOU FUCKING ASS! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!?!" he fell to his knees, hands covering his eyes. You would think technically being thousands of years old would have mellowed him out huh? Yea, you would think so. "WHOEVER THE FUCK JUST TURNED ON THOSE LIGHTS AFTER I JUST WENT TO SLEEP WILL FOREVER HAVE MY FURY!!! I WILL FOREVER HUNT YOU DOWN AND REMOVE YOUR FUCKING SPINE FROM YOUR DAMN BACK, SO I CAN MAKE YOU CHOKE ON YOUR OWN COCK!!! HOHOHO~, DON'T THINK YOU'RE SAFE JUST BECAUSE YOU MAY HAVE A VAGINA EITHER! I WILL RIP OUT YOUR FUCKING OVARIES AND FEED THEM TO YOU!!! NO ONE IS SAFE!!!!!"
After shouting a few more choice words about his waker, how much he hated his nonexistent life, the world, and various torture methods the man finally gets enough sense to try to figure out where he was and what happened. Rubbing his eyes to relieve some of the pain, he moved his hands down slowly to acclimate his eyes to the Light. Blinking a few times, what he saw was completely underwhelming. He seemed to be in an all white room with black furniture everywhere. It was a living room fitted with a flat screen tv connected to the wall. There was long black couch with a leg rest in the middle. Paintings littered the wall with old war depictions. Army's fighting for their lives, generals leading men, and entire kingdoms burning to the ground.
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Death's Embrace
ActionThere was once a man who had plenty of regrets in his life. With a stroke of luck, he gets a second chance to start over, but everything is different now. People have powers and the world is going crazy. With his new ambition to explore and take ove...
