Brightness bellow, and the darkest void you can never imagine were above, a thrown of stone or a stony mountain with the shape of thrown stands erect mightily like a solid base holding doomsday from arriving, siting in it a creature with the majestic air that can overthrown any king or emperor, what beneath his thrown is a table long enough to hold thirteen chairs, the third of them in the right side of this table is occupied by a dazed certain handless human who got his hand back when he steps in this realm, the doziness of him is not caused by an intense shock and disbelieve but he was frozen in mind and soul and body, al thoughts of him are blocked from being processed by his mind, his body however was the skinless snake doing after that flick of light dustbrought his soul here, its transform back to its former shape and started coiling his soul while forming his flesh to his original form that he used to live with in his world until it assimilate completely with him, but the connection with the being in the thrown is still there, with but a thought and this snake will devour this poor fella's soul.
"There is still two other tickets as light fickels awaits me to use". Whispered our protagonist while hitting his clows like fingers down in the stony thrown.
This an opportunity to lay his foundation in his old world, not only those flicks of lights have teleportation property but a kind of space and time abilities mixt with it, its fascinating to think that he can establish his rouling domain in the world of the past under every one of those wanna be noses while using their superstitions against them as a starting point.
'Only if I can control this ability to follow wherever and whenever my desire wish to go, but alas …. sigh!!'. Slightly frustrated by his shortcoming,he divided some of his aura that was mixed with his will and make it enter these shiny thinks that are like fireflies hovering around him that were and still two creature that can make anyone shit his pants with their skinless and huge ten meter tall and four meter wide bodies, and eyes like soccer balls that can turn around like a lizard starving looking for food, with jaws that can devoured a cow in one fell swoop, with fangs like spears hanging in their mouth hangry to stab something, anything that can move.
Through one of those flickering lights, a dazed old man, he walks like drank fool after a miserable missed up day of bad luck , yellow sands felt under his legs like sharp daggers digging his flesh through his raged shoes that couldn't hold his feet any longer with the burning sands keeping seeping in it thanks' to its holes.
Suddenly he trips and fell face first with his mouth open swallowing some of this hot sands, while he coahed few times in a raw to clear his throat and spit some saliva that were mixed with dirt, he lay there in the open, being sandwiched between the sun on top and sands bellow, his heavy breath started to give birth to some squeaking of some old rusty iron door being punched and kicked so that it can be open.
While he is struggling breathing while his eyes begins it blurs, a shadow of silhouette was revealed, thinking that his enemies catsh up to him, rather than become scared, he actually felt relief, instead of of waiting his death by slowly being barbequed in this god forsaking place, a quick death with some taunting is welcomed, so he slowly lift his left hands upward, and bind down a bit his middle finger as fuck you gesture.
The second he made this gesture however, a cold shilling sensation overwhelm his soul, he thought he lost his sensation feeling to his body, nevertheless what comes instead is pain so bone shilling and a cold pain that never felt before, not from his body but from other unknown source.
While the pain is sill ongoing, he felt weightless but also a tight grip in his neck, he try to struggle to no avail, there no nothing to hold or to push away, he start to open his eyes to look around for what was that sensation, and what he sees is his body laying down dead with no breath, pale and cold in another sunny day of the desert.
'It can't be?'. He thought while looking difficulty up in frond, and what greet him is to bulging red light like eyes staring at him, his claw like fingers was raised clutching air, while his other hands holding the scythe, so he freaked out, his eyes looked sideway at his ex-geezer self than he embrace the fact that he is dead and now he is in his soul form, but the being in frond of him still standing maybe amused by his reaction.
Then it hit him, and couldn't help but spit out" Jinn!!?".There is no other being in old stories that he grows with withexepts for ghouls and jinns, while the former are can appear as hideous monsters or ugly witshes roaming graves stealing bones and corpes from it, or in extream cases, abduct children to eat them later, none of them have the ability to hold souls and extract them from their bodies exept for angels and that being is not so a jinn who was created by fire and lived before human, and poses astonishing powers is the probable answer.
Still lost in his thinking, a hoarse voice was heard, "if you want to live, nod, or be eaten…... by me". Said the creature while grinning out loud.
"And whom I'm to refuse". While in return, he just nod, afterward darkness cover him and an attracting force pushed him down while he just murmured a few word in resignation.