When Aeron grabbed the helmet with his hand, it disappeared in a cloud of black, ink like smoke.
Aeron wasn't in control of his body or mind anymore, he was completely memorized.
Trails of the same smoke started forming and dancing around his head for several seconds before the helmet took form, completely surrounding his head. He then slowly closed his listless scarlet eyes.
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When he opened them he found himself in complete darkness.
'Am I dead? It's so cold' he thought to himself as he felt a chill run up his spine.
He was surprised that he could move in this dark and empty void. Aeron began walking and exploring the space with a contemplative look on his face.
'Didn't think I'd still be conscious after death...' Aeron sighed as he stopped walking since it seemed pointless without a destination in mind.
"So you're the new Berserker, huh?" a rough and deep voice whispered in his ear.
Upon hearing this question Aeron turned and looked around in shock.
"The hell was that?" he muttered under his breath.
At that moment, several tendrils of black flames swirled around and formed a small ball in front of Aeron.
He fell back on his behind due to the sudden turn of events and drastic increase in temperature.
The dark ball of fire spun around at a fast rate, tendrils of flames and sparks slowly dissipated and disappeared all at once.
Dark, inky ooze began flowing and drippingfrom the ball before the flame was replaced by the black substance.
Aeron stared in amazement as the ball changed it's form. The sphere began morphing and warping in grotesque ways.
The ball took the form of a 6'2 man, looked like he was in his late forties. Rugged and dark skin toned face was framed by black, curly hair and thick, rough beard.
He wore an intimidating set of silver armour which was surrounded by subtle trails of smoke.
"Hmmm, seems like the helm decided to pick a child this time around." He said with a displeased look as he inspected Aeron.
"A-Are you God?" Aeron asked in astonishment from what he just witnessed. It seemed like the logical conclusion given the circumstances.
The man chuckled after hearing those words.
"No, but that was close enough. The name's Godfrey." Godfrey offered his hand to Aeron to help him up.
"Okay, uh, Godfrey. Where are we, right now?! Is this Heaven? Or Hell?! What was that just now with the black fire ball?!" Aeron had a thousand questions to ask Godfrey since he seemed like the only source of information at the time.
"Breathe, child. You are not dead. You are in The Blankscape..." Godfrey said in a calm tone in hopes to ease Aeron.
"...Oh...what?" That only seemed to confuse Aeron more.
"The Blankscape is the place outside of time and space. A... sanctuary of sorts for Berserkers.
Berserkers to my knowledge are powerful warriors gifted by The Face Of God..." before he could finish speaking Aeron interrupted him.
"Face Of God? Berserkers? What do you mean to your knowledge?" asked with a sceptical look.
"Yes, you heard correctly, child. Now let me continue my explanation." Godfrey's was more intimidating and cold this time.
"The Face Of God is a helm created by archangel Samael when he fought in the Divine War..." As he spoke, the dark surrounding suddenly shifted to a large field.
A bloody, brutal battle took place in the field.
Aeron and Godfrey observed from the sidelines as powerful, white armoured Angels fought tooth and nail against eerie, dark, grotesque creatures.
The Angels looked just as heavenly as Aeron imagined. Flawless skin, memorizing eyes, graceful movements whenever they attacked, immense strength that is virtually impossible to obtain by standard or even intense training.
Their opposition were a dark contrast to them. Some of these creatures had red, leathery skin whilst others possessed black, inky liquid flowing and covering their bodies. Long horns protruding from their foreheads; razor sharp teeth; blade-like claws that were around eight inches; blinding white eyes that seemed to vary from two to eight depending on the demon.
"What... is this?" Aeron feebly asked in bewilderment.