Nothing.
The were was nothing here.
Seemingly everything had gone, the feeling of fleeting conscious overwhelmed the child.
Once again his name was forgotten. A name not to be, something dreadful and ancient.
Perhaps.. maybe there was something, however that something was nothing as well.
This cycle disregarded the cycle of time, a defiant act to show the balance between Time and Space.
Eventually there was something, something the child could see.
Pain.
Visible pain.
Agony beyond description, something along the lines of
"So horrible and harrowing that even the gods would scream"
But the child could not do anything, he could not shout or even plead. Just pure dreadful agony, then it stopped then he could see again.
The pain affected him so much, he could not even process it stopped. It could've taken decades.
However slowly but surely, he regained himself.
"Finally awake trash?"
An aura of nobility and power erupted in front of him. A man wearing unfathomably luxurious clothing was glaring at the child with visible disdain. His shoes tapping in agitation.
He couldn't see anything but white, it was everywhere. It was even hard to differentiate what was solid and what was not.
The child quickly realised he was kneeling and suddenly tried to stand. However he a dominating presence smashed him into ground, his bones grinding as if trying to merge.
He made a noise but it was quickly muffled.
'Shit, what's happening, what the fuck'
The deity like man tapped his ethereal boot and everything stopped, even the searing pain in his bones.
"Are you God?"
Instead of replying a sudden force crashed into him, and the child felt like he had been hit by a truck.
After regaining consciousness for second time somehow he was still in place after getting hit. He was used to pain as to deal with people such as the child offender one often interacted with violence, due to this he was able to think straight and cast it away.
But this was different.
However before being able to fathom it, it hurriedly vanished as if being called like a circus pet, before he could comprehend any further, a godly voice penetrated his ears.
"Thirteen, died of physically inflicted damage, completely disregarding the dead's resting spots."
The child felt a pair of domineering eyes look down on him.
"But the inner life is the worst. Letting his sister, mother, father and step father die without any emotions. Fuck, why do I always get the creepy pyschopaths, truly ridiculous."
The man paused for a brief moment, then spoke again.
"I swear the 7th hell isn't enough for freaks like you"
The child was trying to evaluate what was happening.
Sure they may have all died, but he had no reason to be care for anyone except his sister. They were all the ones that made him suffer and forced his emotions into a pit. Furthermore he would have to risk his life to save either one of them. The local gang may have been small but he was just a kid.
'This doesn't make sense, i'm suppose to die for my practical slave driver? Is this world really THIS awful, i'm pretty sure the seventh hell is a big deal...'
A familiar voice spoke out. A voice only he could hear.
"This bastard is unfair as ever, but seventh hell? He's really taking his frustration for having maidens out on you, huh. Wait, oh.. Your name, oh..."
'What the fuck are you talking about, and why the hell are you still here.'
"oh.. I'm here cause this prick can see me."
'hu-'
The heavenly voice once again resounded, striking inspiration in the good and fear in the evil.
"But even more out of that you share that calamital pricks name, blame him because now you'll live your next 'life' with the worst fate possible."
Ethereal substances distorted around the god like being, he proceeded to grab an ethereal object and gripped it with sublime strength.
"Tch, I definitely do not want my vessel to grow in the seventh hell, nope, fuck no."
The voice acted unusually agitated and starting talking in more detail
"Listen up kid, if you die you'll experience something much worse than the Seventh Hell, i've been waiting quite a few millennia, so do what i say or.."
The voice didn't bother to continue further.
"The plan will be for me to stall him, but i'll need to use half my power to protect you. Look at his hand, that's his new child spirit he'll use to reincarnate you."
He somehow gestured toward the ethereal object in the god like being's hand.
"Leave it to me to get him to drop it, your job is to grab it. Once you do, imbue space which i will shroud you with, tell it to set co-ordinates to Iaksei-"
A portal behind them coalesced, it was slowly turning a sickening shade of red.
"You remember right? Start running."
Suddenly an aura of misty purple started coalescing around the now very puny looking child.
'Do I really not get a choice in the matter, am I really gonna submit to the voices in my head.'
Of course he was just saying that, he knew it wasn't that simple. Yes, he wanted answers, but there was no use trying to make sense or anything since this went right over his head.
The child "submitted to the voices in his head" and ran towards to holy being.
"Still kicking are we? I swear it's pointless trying to make sense of such unreasonable tenacity."
The man was suddenly teleported next to the child, the child was startled, however the holy figure was even more confused.
"Wha-"
"slapu~"
BANG!!!!
The sound of a calamitous catastrophe struck. An explosion of unfathomable calibur.
Even so the child kept running as if nothing happened, the mysterious mist blocking all of it. Moreover in the white room of nothingness there was no smoke to plume, no debris to flee. In fact he didn't even know something changed
• • •
At the speed of light, the entity from the graveyard emerged and sent the 'god like' figure flying even faster than he came.
Breaking his flight the figure let out streams of energy while performing an acrobatic flip.
'Is that.. Him? Tch, i knew something was up.'
The entity easily manuvered through the rays, it caught up and delivered a impactful blow with his leg onto the side of the figure.
He raised his his hand, space quickly distorting. The sublime figure's face quickly digressed to being not so sublime as his head was violently smashed into the ground.
He lashed with a quick kick upwards towards the entity's gut but it ended up being acrobatically manipulated and his calf bone split in two.
"tch"
Unexpectedly the figure on the bottom's eyes glowed green and another nuclear explosion went off
'I'm out of energy without a vessel, but this is enough time'
'You better not mess up kid.'
• • •
After the first nuclear explosion the boy ran with all his might towards the "child spirit"
However it was at least five-hundred meters away, and it was taking quite some time to close in on.
"why-hahh is it so-pahh far away."
It was actually something to be thankful for, the figure had dropped in small time frame that involved alot or zeros, but the child didn't known this as it all happened at light speed.
Eventually the had caught up with the spirit, it resembled a green mist with its shape bearing a striking resemblance like a human.
The child forcefully grabbed it half out of spite and frustration, he tried to do whatever the hell he is suppose to do.
Nothing happened.
He grabbed it tighter and it started to squirm, seemingly nothing again. As a last ditch effort the child decided to just pray it worked.
"um.. Iaksei?"
But it was too late.
BOOOOOOOOM