He woke up from his bed with his body covered in sweat and a heavy panting under his breath. He struggled to keep his breathing pace under wrap.
He just had a nightmarish dream, one that felt so vivid and oh-so true. The oversized man had to force himself up before he had a heart attack in his dream.
He got his hefty body off the bed and walked to the table that was beside his bed to get some water to drink. He poured the water into his golden cup and took a sip before involuntarily falling the cup and the water on the ground.
"Who! Who is there". The man questioned, his eyes making sense of a figure lurking in the dark before him.
His leg marched the splattered water as he took a gentle foothold closer to the dark.
"I said who is there! Who are you". The man questioned once more.
It appears his eyes had been playing a trick on him since he could no longer see the vague presence before him.
"!!".
The man turned his hefty body around. He did it so quickly while stepping on the wet floor and slipped down.
This time it was not just a feeling nor was it vague! Someone was breathing down his neck. It was so surreal that he had reacted by trying to turn around and see who it was.
"Whoever you are, stop this at once". The man ordered.
This time fear was starting to set in. All this happening after that dream he had set in motion an ominous expression.
While on the floor, the room went dark. The shade of light from across the window was now blocked off, leaving the man in a deep dark space without a sense of where.
At this point, the man began to panic, calling to the attention of his guards who were posted outside his room. None came to his calling.
His vision came back to him, or at least he believes it did. The man's eyes slowly got used to the dark but at the wrong time.
He saw yet another hazy figure before him. Its form was grotesque and the man had to turn his eyes away in fear.
Turning to his right, he saw another hazy grotesque form towering before him. Afraid, he shut his eyes and turned his head to the left.
That did nothing to help him!! His consciousness had already registered the image of the grotesque form, thus making it seem as though there was another one waiting for him on his left.
It was soon, out of fear his mind conjured up a mental illusion of him surrounded by several grotesque forms with weapons in their hands.
The grotesque form marched closer to him like a butcher making their way to their prey. Their humming sound filled the room, and their steps echoed to the walls and back.
They reached him and raised their arms. At this thought, the man yelled at the top of his lungs with his body cowering on the ground like a scared little boy.
"Nooooo!!". So he yelled, one hand stretched forward to stop the movement.
"!!!!...".
It was silent, everything went numb. The sound of the march his mind had conjured, the humming from the grotesque forms. None of that was to be heard again by the man.
Slowly and sneakily he raised his brows to see what was happening.
Laid before him is what could only be thought of as a majestic tree that could only belong to one revered as a most high.
The tree was not only huge, it took up a lot of distance and was well furbished with emanating dignity radiating off of its very presence.
The man traced his eyes from the floor and followed through upward. When his eyes got to the end of the tree, he saw HIM!!
A being sat on the majestic throne, his head resting on his left arm as he blatantly stared down at the man with eyes of inferiority while having his legs crossed.
"Wh!-Who". Asked the man, his body trembling at the mere sight of him.
"A God!". Says the immaculate voice with ease. "Would you believe me if I said that". A smile flashed across the dark, revealing the bright teeth of he who sat.
'A God?!'. The man thought! 'Like the same God, the crescent dome preaches about?!'. The man wondered.
"Is that fear I sense in you... Count Grayad, lord of Khetis city". The voice says, with extravagance authority.
'He knows my name! Ho-How?!'.
Count Grayad had a lot of thought going through his mind! This so-called god is none other than an imposter after his life.
He has done a lot of deeds to acquire enemies from different regions. Even he acknowledges that.
"The world is flawed. Don't you think so too, Count".
"Uh!! Ye-Yes, it is".
The count had no idea why he was asked that. He answered nonetheless to please this being. Whoever is behind this? Sneaking into his home without alerting the guards, setting up all this without his no how!
They are no doubt not ordinary. At most, he suspects someone with a high level of influence either on the same level as him or even greater.
"It weeps and cries out for a saviour!". Says the voice.
"I was but an ordinary being, an accursed one if you will. Stripped of my title and sent penniless to my death. Or at least what should have been my death".
"Death had come for me and I was at the point of being submerged in its glory! All was lost and forsaken until it happened! A vision as I termed it".
"In the presence of hopelessness, it arose from the ground. A point of nothing emerging to become... Something. In that vast land of absolute waves, it came as a striking figure as if to say! I will not succumb to the will of my surroundings. That was it, that was the moment the vision came to me".
The voice stopped speaking, the mood silent as though something or someone was being awaited upon.
"Wha-What vision did you see". Count Grayad inquired, following the need of the voice.
"A revelation! One that will lead me on a path to be the saviour of this ill-fated world".