"Hmm. This body is not bad. Let's see." Before this, the demon could only release up to 5 percent of its power. But now, his strength was much available. "At least I can use up to 20 percent now. Although, that will not be needed."
...
Zick's consciousness that had been forcefully ripped out of his body, drifted away into the endless darkness. Although he wasn't sure why, for a moment he felt a soothing feeling around his now shapeless self as he drifted further into the darkness.
Surprisingly, Zick could almost see the darkness around, at least that's what it felt like as he didn't know whether his eyes were closed or open in this state.
"Strange. I feel weird, and oddly comforted. This is truly strange. They say you see a white light and some kind of tunnel when you die. But why is there only darkness everywhere," he said with a soft calm voice, as a white light seemed to appear in a distance.
Suddenly, the calm and soothing feeling Zick felt started fading away as he could tell, he was accelerating towards the white light with super human speed, like a nail drawn to a magnet. Bursting into and through the light, Zick found himself in a white translucent tunnel still moving at the same high speed.
A thought crossed his mind. 'This must be the tunnel. Sucks for those who don't believe in the afterlife. Becoming a seminarian wasn't bad, maybe when I get to heaven I'll be received as a saint or something.' This thought seemed to have calmed his soul even more as his formless body continued down the tunnel. "Father (as In God), I'm home" he said in a peaceful soft voice.
As Zick felt himself exiting the tunnel with a burst, through his blurry soul vision, he took in the surrounding. By now the pulling force he felt with the tunnel had completely vanished and he was stagnant now. "Hmm, this feels strange." Zick knew he was standing but he couldn't feel his legs, or any part of his body. He tried to move forward and surprisingly, he did as though it was natural. The feeling of walking, or as he saw it floating, felt strange.
"Hmm, I always wondered what the sky in heaven looked like... I knew it wouldn't be the same with earth, but. I never thought it would be red," he said in a calm voice. The sky above him was completely red as though soaked in dark red blood, more of maroon.
With a faint luminescence created by the sky, the entire area he was in shown like red moon light striking from the above. The area wasn't bright or dark; it was like any other night with a bright moon hanging from the sky, only now the moon was red and invisible.
Zzzzrr. Zziuuuum.
Before Zick could even think, a dark figure over 3meters tall appeared behind him, emerging from a dark spiral cloud-like smoke. With his blurry vision, he cloud make out small details about the figure in front of him. Its face wasn't visible under the cloak it wore that seemed to be filled with darkness, its hands were kept hidden inside its sleeves, and it was floating with its legs hidden under the ragged ends of the cloaked that almost brushed the floor. A mysterious black smoke swirling randomly around its body, into its face, then back out and around
Motionless and calm, the only thing that could have such a figure is death itself. 'Father why have you forsaken me! This is not heaven... this is freaking hell!.' Zick's creams echoed in his mind as he thought to himself. The feeling he got from this strange figure that needed a scythe to complete its looks was enough to stop him from moving a muscle, as it felt like being in the presence of a power that could decide his fate.
"O lost soul, how did you get here?" the figure asked Zick in a deep echoing voice as it moved closer. Its tone was calm and non-threatening. But still...
Not daring to answer, as he feared for his life, without the realisation that he was dead. Zick's ghostly and formless figure stood silent.
"It appears you have come here by mistake, lost soul." It said while removing its hands from its sleeves, revealing a dark purple skin with a bonny hand filled with veins. The figure then spoke as it placed a palm over Zick's ghostly form, "Oh, interesting. A portion of your soul has been corrupted, which caused your rejection from heaven." As it looked down on the soul beneath it continued, "ahhh, this feels like..."
...
A tall man, with a perfectly proportioned size to match his height and a handsome manly face, sitting on a large elevated throne that's almost at the end of the throne room that appears to be the size of a football/soccer pitch if reduced to half. The man sitting on the throne with his elbow benched on the arm of the throne and a balled up fist against his chin, opened his closed eyes a little as though to take a peak, then he smirked;
"So, the prophecy has begun. Let me see how it unfolds."