The sun was high above the Earth, Its radiance reflecting off a small lake beside a Hospital.
Unlike the calm and shiny surface of the lake, a small room was being thrown into turmoil on the top floor of the hospital.
"I swear it was a truck! A truck with no driver tried to run me over!" a man with brown hair, hazel eyes, and a chiseled jaw said. his barely above-average looks were only highlighted by the Deep blue framed glasses adorning his face.
A bored doctor who had been listening to the brown-haired man's claims for the last minute wrote it down on his paper form. "Got it, no driver~." the bald doctor said with sarcasm.
"Well, in any case, I think you should stay here for a night then head out…" The man started to trail off as the delusional man had already jumped out of the bed and bolted for the door.
"Hey wait you need to pay for your visit!" Was all the doctor could let out, but the man did not stop.
Exiting the automatic glass doors of the hospital, the crazy man ran for a whole mile before stopping to catch his breath.
He had run to the Main Street of the rural town he had lived in for the last 15 years.Â
Over these last 15 years, his luck had only declined, starting with stock failures and sicknesses, and now he had been chased into an alleyway by a Japanese box truck with no driver. Nobody owns a Japanese box truck in the whole town!
But with my high-paying job and loving dog, I can do anything. Oh is that my phone?
John pulled out his phone and picked up the call. His will to live drained rapidly, as he was told he had been fired for taking too many medical leaves and being a slacker!
Entering a bake shop owned and run by a cute girl he liked, John's decrepit look worsened as there before him was not a bake shop, but a Japanese box truck… multiple Japanese box trucks.
The shock that had befallen John was only temporary as the trucks turned on and started to creep towards him. John rushed out of the bake shop, surrounded by trucks.Â
There is no way I die to a hoard of trucks! This is way too cliché!
But John was wrong, the trucks weren't just cliché, they were the hammer of god.
And with the encirclement completed an 18-wheeler fell from the sky and crushed John into a nice red sauce.
After opening his eyes again, John noticed he was in a long line of people. People, people, and more people for as far as the eye could see forward.
Looking back he saw the same scene.
John walked through the vast plains of grey grass and trees, following the long and dull line before him.
The grey scenery changed multiple times from trees, into a canyon of sand and stone, and finally, a mountain with a towering door embedded into its side. Its smooth surface is periodically dotted with faces displaying utmost agony.
John stepped forward in his hypnotic daze, only to be interrupted by a purple light coming from a small crack in the mountain off to the side.
Stepping out of line for the first time, with his free will returned, John made a mad dash for the light.
But even with his obvious movement, nobody stopped him, not even to fill in his spot in line, a discrepancy on the endless monotony around it.
Fast approaching the small crack, John slipped into the mountain, the crack opening up into a large cliff with a fancy table looking over the vast and bottomless pit.
The table seated a woman with long silky blond hair, deep blue eyes, and skin as fair as a lily. She sat with a white teacup that matched the dress while looking at the pit beside her.
Turning to John, the beautiful lady's lips parted "Hello there guest, the view from here is wonderful. You can even sometimes hear their screams of agony and despair." The lady's face revealed a face of disturbing pleasure.
Beckoning him forth, Clay sat across from the lady, his hands shaking with nervousness.
"So… John," she said while slowly turning her gaze on him, "how would you like a little adventure? Think of it as a gift from me." Her voice was slow and methodical as if every word was placed and played like a game of chess.
Skeptical, John wondered what she got from this. "What kind of adventure? What do you want?"
"Too many questions, Johnny boy. Just know that should you accept then you will have a new chance at life in another world."
This sounds just like a novel! Hell yeah, protagonist moment! John had a mental celebration in his head. Not noticing their new guest. "Loki, you can't send another mortal to another world for the next hundred years. Last time they suffered a worse death than if they stayed here in hell."
Snapping out of his mind, John could finally rationalize the situation. "Who are you? And this is Loki? Why aren't you hotter?"
Undoing her transformation, Loki changed into a short lady with fiery red hair purple eyes, and no assets. "Who said I'm not hot!" She screamed at Clay before turning to her more holy companion, "I know I can't send anyone, I was planning to ask you for help." She said putting on her best puppy eyes.
Thinking for only a second, the Angelic beauty with large feathery wings pulled out a contract and handed it to Loki.
Taking two dozen minutes to read it over, Loki nodded in agreement and signed in blood. The piece of office printing paper contrasted the gloomy Victorian table and the jacket and jeans of Loki.
A smile bloomed like a fresh flower across the angelic beauty's face as she stated, "Now that everything is in order, let's get started!" And a large magical circle appeared below.
AN: please check the authors thoughts