You see it, don't you?
Huh? My pupils slithered to see what the voice was talking about. When I realized, I gasped.
A small, disgusting looking creature was doing acrobatics on the Yakuza's leg. It was incredibly thin, its ribs' shape could be seen indefinitely. The goblin-like creature breathed loudly but the man seemed to not notice it.
Say the words! The voice shouted.
"U-Uh…erm… what a lovely companion you have, mister!" I regretted saying that as soon as it left my mouth.
Not that! 'Abracadabra, farewell grim reaper!'
The man spat on me, wiping his face after. "Pathetic. Fucking mental. Liars like ya shouldn't be in this world. Ya think I'd let ya go after ya kept deceiving us, telling y'all be able to cure my boss!"
Wait, what? Did Jirou say such a thing? Hold up… this story is familiar.
I recalled Erika saying something when she went to Japan in the summer. Fuck, I don't remember shit. Oh well, I'll listen to the voice for now.
I readied myself as I tried to find the energy to raise my hands. I grunted.
"The fuck are you doing? Hah!" He cackled, crouching and grabbing my neck. How nostalgic, reminds me of my father and that minor god.
Before he could put pressure on my Adam's apple, I mustered up the strength to say the words.
"Abra…"
"Hmm?" The hostile man hummed amusingly.
"...cadabra." I clapped my hands twice, "farewell grim reaper!"
The creature by his feet disintegrated into dust, squealing. The man eased his shoulders and hand.
Eh? Wasn't saying those words supposed to do something? He looked completely fine though. Actually, he looked better.
Ah. You really did it. Apologies, I thought you were lying about your amnesia.
"T-The voice…" I croaked, choking back tears. His thumb pressed my Adam's apple.
"Arr? Ain't nobody speaking 'ere." The man seemed to reach a conclusion. "Ah, I get it. Hearing an Angel's voice, Yamamoto? Damn, I ain't ever wished for me to be with a man in his last breath 'less it was my boss. All good I guess. Doesn't matter now."
I felt my neck turning purple. Fuck, am I going to die. It hurts. It hurts. Mom, what do I do? Erika, what would you do?
His muscled hand continued to choke me as I took my last breath, my eyes going to the back of my head.
-
The next time I awoke, I was in a place of flames, standing in a marble cube in the middle of blazing embers. Is this hell? I'm the only one here though.
"Ah."
Then I thought of something funny.
"Dad? Are you here?" I snickered. Yeah, he wasn't dead but time is something humans created. Perhaps he's dead in another galaxy.
I pinched my voice, squeaking like a girl. "Father dearest? Pfft… Hahaha!"
Damn, I just died and I'm squealing like a girl. Anything for my father after all.
"Your daddy isn't home."
A familiar, deep voice surprised me.
"That's crazy. You agree that hell is his home."
"It is home to many." He said. "How do you do, Anton? Or is it Jirou now? Or…?"
"It seems you've calmed down. You were really pissed at me a few days ago." I grinned. "Call me Anton."
"Are you really Anton right now, though?"
I looked at my body. I was naked, only a huge piece of leaf covering my genitals, and my skin was flabbier than Jirou's nor my original self. Looking at my hairy hands, I realized I was brown and I could see dark hair entering my vision. I was not my original self. But I was also not Jirou.
My feet slipped and my arse hit the marble floor.
"E-Eh? I've changed again… Who am I this time?" I panicked, my hands reaching up to my face, feeling it. "Hey, god."
"What is it, []?"
I furrowed my brows. "What did you just say?"
"Never mind it. Weren't you about to tell me something?"
"Show yourself. I want to see you."
I had low expectations. I'm sure he isn't going to show himself immediately but it didn't hurt to try, right?
Sitting on marble, (my ass was getting seared) I gulped in anticipation. But maybe he'll listen to me, right?
"What will you do in exchange?"
The androgynous voice replied, a hint of interest in his voice. His voice always had an ominous yet comforting feel. It was kind of like an abyss.
I asked seriously, no taste of nervousness. "Anything you'd like."
The god chuckled loudly. "You will regret that."
"If I start to regret something, I'll just kill myself. Then I won't feel regret." I jokingly said.
He laughed. "People like your kind don't really value life, huh."
"Mankind is like that, I guess."
"I didn't mean mankind as a whole."
"Haha. Whatever you say."
I enjoyed this idle chat with him. But if anything, I'm just afraid of what he'll do to me once I disobey him.
I decided to risk it a little. "Hey, aren't you avoiding the topic a little? I really want to see you. Please."
The flames around us seemed to subside for a moment. Until the marble I stood on began sinking into the bubbling lava.
"Hey!" I cried out. "Fine! You don't need to show yourself!" My now brown skin perspired. It was getting hot.
I groaned. "Fuck… Are you that mad? Hey, it was my fault. Please relax. I'm turning into grilled chicken!"
"Men are truly annoying creatures." The godly one said, hinting annoyance. I could feel him rolling his eyes at me.
"You say that as if you're a girl." I realized I was sinking into the lava. "God! Help me!"
I've never actually once asked God for help. Maybe when I was seven, I did. It was weird enough to have a God speaking to me, now I'm getting boiled in lava because the God was throwing a tantrum. And I wanted to ask him multiple questions, but I fear what he's capable of.
He turned quiet for a long while, ignoring my calls for help.
One corner of the marble cube started sinking faster than the others. I stood on the opposite corner.
"Dude, this isn't funny anymore. Please help this pathetic man!"
"You're more of a boy than a man." He finally said something.
"Hey. I'm rather mature, you know? Now please help me! You don't have to show yourself if you don't want to."
"Hmm. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to help."
A herd of ragged creatures with demon-like wings came flying towards me. Their chicken-like feet scrunch my hair and threw me to the flames.
"YOU ASSHOLE!" I shrieked as I fell into the depths of the blaze.
-
When I awoke, I was in a teenage girl's body. I was stuck in a room too big for me. In front of me was a miniscule door that could only fit a cockroach. A humongous side table sat ironically next to the small door.