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Chapter 2 - A bland soul

Jimmy's POV

Darkness. That's all I see. Endless, suffocating darkness. I always wondered what comes after death. Is it eternal nothingness? Or Heaven, or Hell? I guess now I have my answer. It's the former. But this… it feels different. Surreal, almost. Like I'm floating in an abyss that has no end, no beginning. Will I go insane here? Am I stuck in this purgatory forever, just waiting for God or someone—anyone—to finally end my existence?

So many questions swirl in my mind as I stare into the void. "Well, I guess this is better than the life I had. This... this feels peaceful. Calming, even," I mutter into the emptiness, trying to convince myself.

Suddenly, the silence shatters.

"Hohoho, another entitled soul, I see." The voice is deep, majestic, and commanding. It cuts through the darkness like a blade, and instantly, light floods my vision, blinding and overwhelming. I wince, trying to shield my eyes—or at least where my eyes would be if I had a body here.

"Who the hell is that? God?" I squint into the light, trying to make out the figure speaking.

"Well, well, well," the voice mocks, dripping with a tone that instantly makes my skin crawl. "Another soul who thinks he's too good for the world to keep on living."

That voice. It's that same condescending tone I've heard all my life. My blood boils. My fists clench, or at least they would if I had hands here. "What do you mean by that?" I spit out through gritted teeth, barely containing my rage.

"Oh, you know exactly what I mean." The voice chuckles, amused. "You're one of those miserable souls who thinks that ending it all is the only choice. One of those who believes the world is too harsh, too cruel, to keep on going."

My anger explodes, my voice barely holding together. "What the fuck do you know about me?! You think I wanted this? That I didn't try? That I didn't fight every single day to stay alive? I did everything I could, and none of it mattered!" My voice cracks, my emotions pouring out like a dam breaking. "I'm sick of people like you—gods, humans, whatever—acting like you understand. But you don't."

Tears prick at my eyes, but I refuse to wipe them away. "Damn it, why do I cry so much?" I whisper to myself, half in shame, half in exhaustion.

The voice sharpens, the amusement fading. "Watch your tone, boy. I am a god. Of course, I know everything about you—every pitiful thought, every failure, every regret. You think your suffering makes you special? That your pain is unmatched? Let me tell you something: there are countless souls who've been where you are, and worse. And you know what they did? They kept fighting. They didn't give up. That's why I call you entitled."

My heart sinks at the harshness of his words. "Entitled? You call this entitlement?"

"Yes," the voice booms, the sheer force of it vibrating through the space. "I encounter souls like you every day. Souls who are bland, boring, drained of life and color. It's people like you who make the afterlife unbearable. You're nothing but a tedious speck in the grand cosmos. And I've had enough."

My chest tightens as the god continues, his tone shifting from disdain to something more... sinister. "After all this time, I've decided to do something about it. Every so often, I pluck one soul from the trillions and play a little game. Something to entertain myself. And you, my dear boy, are my next plaything."

I feel a cold chill run down my spine. "Plaything? What does that even mean?"

"I want to break you," the god hisses, his voice now laced with dark excitement. "I want to shatter your soul, over and over again, until it becomes something interesting. Something worth watching. You've bored me to death in life—now you'll amuse me in death."

My throat tightens. "What if I refuse?"

"Refuse?" the god laughs, a harsh, grating sound that makes my skin crawl. "You idiot. I'm a god. There's no refusing. Besides, this will be fun."

Before I can react, a swirling, dark portal materializes behind me. The air around me shifts, and I feel myself being pulled toward it.

"Wait! You shitty god, stop—"

"Good luck," the god says with a sneer, his voice fading as I'm violently sucked into the portal, spiraling into the unknown.