Damien blinked. Fog again.
"What the hell man?!" Damien exclaimed. "Were you just messing with me?"
"My bad" the god said sheepishly.
"Can you put me down on the ground this time? Is that within your godly godnesses ability?!" Damien stated accusingly.
"Well the funny thing is... I um..."
"What!" Damien said, furious at this point. This cheeky "god" had just sent him to die immediately.
"Your soul wouldn't make it."
".... WHAT!" Damien beyond words exclaimed.
"Well the power of gods is a powerful thing, and your soul is light a candle. It can survive a gust potentially, but not two in quick succession." the god stated.
"So what now? Do I stay here for 50 years then?!" Damien asked.
"No, no, no... You're way to loud for that." the god said. "But... I guess I could.... that would be unorthodox..."
"You gotta let me in on what you're thinking, I deserve at least that much after that shit show." Damien said exasperated.
The god pondered a moment. "Nah." The walked walked up to Damien and jumped.
"Huh."
The god slapped Damien on top of his head and he plummeted to his previous crash site.
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Damien blinked. Weird. He felt no pain or air against his face.
The scene unfolding before him was a dotted landscape of rural farmland. Some had cobblestone walls lining the modest fields, others wooden fence. Ripe wheat swayed in the gentle but steady breeze that flowed over the fields. Close to the fields he spotted some houses. Some women were doing the laundry as small children played. The men roaming into the fields with scythes harvesting the grown wheat. The sun high in the sky, and rolling hills in the distance.
"Wow." Damien exclaimed.
He had lived his life in the city and rarely went on hiking trips or to sight see. So this view was extraordinary. He went to take a step, but heard a whispering sound.
"Huh"
A loud whistle filled the air around him. Looking up he saw a person falling.
"He's doing it again to some other guy!" Damien exclaimed.
A brief moment later a loud thunder resounded just over a hill to his left. He ran toward the over the hill to see what happened.
Looking down into the crater he saw a body. His body.
"AAAAAHH!" he screamed. Running toward the body, which was horribly mangled, he tried to grab the body to turn what was left of it over. His hands slipped right through. Looking at his hands he saw they were translucent. "What the hell! Did he send me back as a ghost?!"
"Not only that he sent me back to see my own death?! What a sadistic fucker!" Damien yelled.
Hearing a scuffle behind him he saw a group of locals descending on his location, obviously concerned about the sound and dust plume.
"Help!" he yelled. Freaking out a little by this point he knew that no one could change the scene in front of him, but he held out hope that someone could do something.
He raced to meet the villagers as they approached, crying out as he ran. But when he stopped in front of them they walked on without noticing him. Whipping around to look at the passing villagers he realized that they couldn't see or hear him.
"Am I really dead?" he whispered to himself. "No, that can't be."
He followed the villagers till they reached his untimely demise. Some of the woman gasped.
One of the men muttered something in a language he couldn't understand. Standing behind one of the women he leaned to grab her shoulder, trying to get one of them to acknowledge him.
When his hand made contact with her shoulder she gasped and others turned to face her. His hand was being pulled into her shoulder, he tried pulling free as he lost more and more of his hand and the woman's arm flailed and the pulling force became stronger and sucked his whole body in as the woman's eyes rolled back. Then he saw the villagers concerned faces looking at him before he fell back and everything went black.