Blinking away the flash from his eyes he noticed the heat was gone. He only felt it for a moment.
"What the hell was that?!" He thought as the white cleared from his vision. He turned around to see the source of the pain and noticed that he stood in a dense fog. Wisps of water vapor so thick he couldn't see his feet or more than 5 feet in front of him. Looking up he still saw the sun burning through overhead.
"Where in the hell am I? Maybe... that might have been a gas leak." he thought morbidly.
"Well hi there."
Whipping around and peering into the fog it slowly parted to the side and revealed a small child. "Hello." Damien responded. Confused about what just happened and why he was, well here. Not that he knew where here was.
"We're in a kind of limbo right now while I decide what to do with you." The child said matter of factly.
"What do you mean limbo?" Damien asked. Was he reading my mind?
"Well I'm a god so reading minds is more of a card trick to me." The little god said. "You humans call a waiting place for the dead, so I'm sure I'm using that word correctly."
"But how could I be dead?!" Damien replied aggressively. "Was it that light? Or poisonous gas?"
"Does it really matter?" the little god replied. "What's done is done, but honestly you weren't supposed to die for the next 50 years so here you see my problem." he said dismissively.
"Just send me back then, if you really are a god that should totally be on the table!" Damien yelled.
"Unfortunately that's impossible, not that I couldn't, think of it more as a company policy." the god sighed. "Souls only really flow in one direction, and if I did put you back it would be.... well it call it a lot of paperwork."
"So is it heaven or what?" Damien inquired worriedly.
"Well yes and no, believe it or not there's a waiting list. But me and the others worked it out so that when you die go straight to where you were meant to go. You basically pull a ticket at birth."
"Ok. Well if I can't go back and I have a spot saved then whats the problem? Just send me on."
"See I can't do that because you died to early. Your spot won't open till 50 years from now." the god smiled mischievously "I could send you to hell while you wait, that would solve everything!"
"Hold on now, how do I know you'll remember to send me up after my spots open and you won't just give it to someone else and forget me?" Damien asked.
"Oh yeah." the god laughed. "I am pretty bad at keeping appointments."
The little god sat for a moment on a chair Damien couldn't see and pondered. Every now and then the god would raise a finger and give out a eureka, only to dismiss the thought and ponder once more.
"Oh I know!" the god exclaimed. "I have a bit of a test running, just for fun really, but I could send you there until your spot opens up."
"What kind of test?" Damien gulped. With the behavior and attitude of the god in front of him he was genuinely worried that the he was suggesting a fate worse than death.
"Nothing like that. Oh come on cut me some slack, I am a god. A couple thousand years ago I started getting bored of the reality me and my siblings created. I mean its really just watching the same thing over and over, just with different characters. Your kind really loves war and fucking. But my world is nothing like that!" the god exclaimed excitedly.
"What is it like?" Damien asked, worries not abated.
"Oh you'll see." the god said ominously.
The god began to laugh maniacally and Damien felt his feet begin to sink in the fog.
"Wait I never agreed to this!" Damien shouted clawing for something to hold onto.
"To late, I've made up my mind!" the god giggled as Damien sank lower and lower calling out how this wasn't right. Sortly all the could see was the god's face smiling above him, then fog.
Then, the ground.... miles below him.
Damien was falling, screaming as he cursed the hasty god,
"Why couldn't you just put me on the ground!" Damien cursed. "Well surely he wouldn't be trying too kill me, after all he did have such a hard time trying to find a place for me. Would be pretty dumb -" Damien choked. "Bug!"
Coughing as he fell like some angel with absolutely no grace. The ground rose up to meet him and he wasn't slowing down. In fact he was speeding up.
" Shit, Shit, SHIT!" Damien yelled.
And splat.