Everything went black,
"Is this death?" He thought.
Mindlessly walking around in the empty abyss, he felt a gravity rapidly crushing him; as if the weight of the world was pushing him lower and lower, submerging his head into an ice-cold lake.
The icy feeling had encased him like a mummy in a tomb, a claustrophobic sense took over him as his soul was trapped in an unseen cage constantly squirming around in rebellion for an escape that would never happen!
The shock from the cold water caused him to gasp and open his eyes; he looked around.
He was in new surroundings again, with the people he had seen flicker in his eyes whilst walking through the gate.
Raising his hands and slowly inspecting them, he discerned that they were baby-like and chubby...
Hesitantly he asked himself,
"Where am I?"
He heard the voice of the god saying,
"Your wish has been granted."
A man of fair stature gave him an unwelcoming glare. He had drunken-like blue eyes and wire-like hair. He said,
"Welcome to this world, Kibous Lucius..."
A mother-like figure gave a look of sentimentality; there were light tears in her eyes as she gave off a friendly smile.
Over a few months, Kibous Lucius would enter his house. It was a 2 story stone-brick house with wooden supports. Kibous was lying in his cot with a thick red linen-lined blanket keeping him warm. There was a closet on the opposite side of where he was placed in his room. The entrance to the room was a classic medieval doorway with metal bars placed on it vertically every few inches. The door creaked open as the mother entered with a bruise on her forehead. Kibous felt an instinctive, burning rage for whoever caused the bruise. Damning himself, he grumbled in his brain and screamed into his heart,
"That bastard beat her? I thought I'd enter this world on good terms but shit... I have an abusive father, again!"
Because Kibous Lucius has had an abusive father in his previous life he already knew what had happened.
His mother casually approached Kibous; the closer she got, the bigger the bruise seemed; it was followed up with a gash that was stitched up. The bruise was a mix of purplish yellow and stretched to the left side of her forehead to her eyebrow, an alarming sight! Being young, Kibous couldn't regulate and control his emotions properly, so he started crying and squealing out; his mother brought her hand onto his head whilst giving that same smile of kindness, Kibous had a gutting feeling that this wasn't the last time he'd see this.