1 The God of Life Laxnos (1/2)

”Open your eyes,” the sound of a soft voice floats into my ears. At the same time, a violent tremor of electricity seems to run through my body. Almost as if it was waking me up.

My eyes flew open!

Where was I?

…hadn't I died?

If I was dead, then why could I hear a voice and why could I open my eyes.

At that moment it felt like my mind had been rammed by a roaring train. A torrential flood of information poured into my mind. A great many emotions ran through my body, and then they all seemed to fade into nothingness.

Blinking a few times, I found myself sitting at a table, and someone was sitting directly across from me. Soon the almost hazy film over my eyes cleared and I could see.

However, my death wasn't the only shocking thing in that moment. The person across from me was a man, but he wasn't…human. Instead, he sported two horns that were ivory white and from his back, I counted four wings. All of his body was a blinding white, but the white seemed to have a tone to it, and that made him almost seem ethereal.

Just who…

”Can you see me?” He asks, but his mouth doesn't move. Instead, it sounded like someone was whispering directly into the deepest parts of my brain. The feeling was hair raising and made the hair on my arms stand to attention.

I noticed then that in his hand he had a teacup and he brought it to his mouth and began to drink.

Just what was going on right now?!

My brain wasn't processing anything.

”Calm down, child,” he spoke again, and a calm indeed washed over my body. It quieted the ragging emotions and thoughts that swarmed my head.

His eyes opened, and I felt the air being sucked from my lungs. A boundless starry sky was reflected in his eyes. It was as if I was getting a glimpse into the endless void of creation.

A shiver ran up my spine.

He closed his eyes. The feeling of awe and fear subsided.

I wanted to open my mouth to say something to him, but I quickly decided to just shut my mouth and not say anything. However, I repeated the action a few times like a fish floundering.

”Child, breath. If you have something to say voice your thoughts, you wouldn't be punished. We are a benevolent god,” he says again.

I mulled over what he said, but in the end, my curiosity won out and I spoke up.

”Then tell me, am I dead?”

He placed the teacup in his hand down onto the table. It made the tiniest of clicking sounds as it touched the table.

”You are dead, but only your physical flesh. I plucked your soul up, the soul is the most important part, it's what gives a body of flesh life.” As he spoke to me, his mouth still hadn't open, but it did stretch into a grand smile.

The smile reached all the way to his ears and even caused his eyes that were closed to turn into crescent moons.