It was dark and cold.
Unlike the first tile I died, I could actually feel things and I was fully awake. But. There still was no light, no sound, only surrounded by absolute nothingness.
Time bended to its own free will as I was dragged forward to who knows where. I could still move, but it was like strings held me down.
Suddenly the nothing broke. A figure appeared.
It was impossible to see because it was the same colourlessness as its infinite surroundings. However, its presence was overwhelming. I immediately knew that this thing was an infinite times more powerful than the strongest demon to ever walk hell. But it was slow, like it had just awoken from a sleep that had lasted more than an eternity. And judging from the nature of its presence, that might just be the case.
When it noticed that I was searching for its exact location, it opened its eyes.
Two fluorescent red circles appeared in the hollow space. The eyes looked like glowing drops of blood with no pupil or iris. There was only a slight discoloration in the centres of the eyes.
It towered above me and looked over the formless surroundings. Its eyes slowly hovered through the eternal noting ness, resting on seemingly random places in the void. Then I realised that this wasn't a void, it wasn't nothing. This was a realm that nothing from my world should have access to. That's why it was like a void to me. I was never allowed to interact with it.
The being grinned. It was a wide grin existing of the same red colour as the eyes as it seemed to split open the void. The mouth of the creature was filled with rows and rows of ever shifting smoke like teeth.
It wasn't a grin of malice; it was one of satisfaction. The thing wanted me here.
My mind raced in panic at this sudden realisation. ("Why did it want me here?")
It had the power to achieve anything it desired from whatever world it wanted. Yet it was still glad that it got me here. There is nothing that I could give or do for this being that it couldn't do by itself. ("Does it want to give or show me something instead?")
It was like the creature wanted to say something. But I was already starting to get pulled out of this realm.
It shrieked in anger as it realised to late that I was leaving this plain of existence. It tried to grab me, to hold me there so that it could do whatever it was planning on doing.
I woke up in hell as I had expected. But I wasn't quite there yet.
It was just my mind and soul. Slowly I could feel how my body was forming again.
It hurt. It hurt like nothing I had felt ever before. I wanted to cry out in pain, but my lungs were still in the proses of reforming.
("This should be the prise for dying and getting send back to hell.")
When it was finally done, I sat down in a place that I felt like was the safest at the moment.
I needed some time to recover since all my wounds were still here except for the one that killed me. therefore, I had to be extremely careful. There would be no coming back if I died here.
I sighed. I was disappointed with Gert, but even more with myself. I knew that he wanted to get rid of me the most out of the ones I interacted with. I should have seen this coming. I should have known better.
My tail was slowly wagging over the distorted ground of the inferno. I felt betrayed, disappointed, sad, and furious.
I bared my teeth. ("If demons are just wrathful, brutal, without mercy and incapable of anything but destruction. And humans are just traitorous creatures ready to do nearly everything they can to get what they want. Guided by their false sense of duty. Then I will be worse. Much worse than the both of them combined.")