Those are Rinides and Nophus, the two moons orbiting Bastardia. After the suicide attempt, he expected to be in the realm of the death. But no, he finds himself still in the abandoned Morbid District, the place which was once popular for its raunchy night life.
With face still looking so pale, he hastily takes off his military uniform which has been dirty with almost-dried blood. To his surprise, there's no trace of any wounds in his body.
"What's going on here? How am I still alive?"
After checking on his almost-broken-but-still-working digital watch, he learns that it's already more than five hours since the time he committed suicide.
He might have just escaped death. Unfortunately, he is not completely safe yet. There's a good reason why this place is neglected, and why the citizens of Fracklosk live in a city with high and strong concrete walls.
"I can't stay here for long! I'm prepared to die, but to be eaten alive is not an option."
Everyone knows how dangerous this area is, especially at night. The great war not only left behind ruins, but also lab-created monsters that were left untreated which eventually multiplied and ruined the natural ecosystem.
Just as he is getting up intending to leave, a group of Spiky-spines White Fangs is already approaching from behind the ruins and surrounding him from all corners.
It's a type of chimera comes from a cross between wolves and dogs. Their teeth are big, and there are a few spiky thorn-like bones on their backs. Standing as high as an adult human, they look so hungry with saliva wetting their jaws.
It's really such a terrible luck to have. He only wanted a peaceful dead without having to feel too much pain. But now he is presented with a scenario where he has to be eaten alive.
"I really hate this shitty world!"
But, what choice does he have now? He has been surrounded from all corners of his vision. Looking so resigned with eyes droopy by desperation, he simply drops to his knees and invites them with a lifeless tone.
"What are you waiting for? Come! Eat me to your heart's content!"
Out of nowhere, a mysterious voice appears, lecturing him in a harsh tone full of anger.
<< You can't just decide that! I know how terrible your life and how corrupted this world is. But this isn't just about you! >>
Irvine holds his head in pain, feeling a hard pressure in his mind.
"Who's that?"
The voice sounds so close to him, as if it was shouted right to his ears. He glances around, and sees no one but the confused white fangs. And indeed, there's this kind of suffocating aura filling the atmosphere.
<< Don't even dare to commit another suicide attempt when I'm still here! That pathetic act is one of the great sins God hates the most. You will be tortured once you visit the realm of the dead. >>
"Are you..., are you the Angel of Death?"
<< Angel of Death? Yes! I'm the Angel of Death! But this is not your time yet. You can't just give up on your life. Think about your family. If you die now, who is going to protect them in this harsh world? >>
Slowly but surely, the zest for life begins to appear on Irvine's face. He finds back his reason to survive.
However, once he shows fear of losing his life, a few of the beasts suddenly jerk and make their fierce movement. There's no other choice but to run away. Even so, he knows very well that it will be impossible for him to outrun them.
"What should I do now?"
<< Just keep running until you find someone! >>
"You are still with me?"
<< Of course! >>
"Then you are that someone! So do something!"
<< I'd like to do something. But there's nothing I can do at the moment! >>
"You are the Angel of Death, aren't you? Can't you just take their lives?"
Irvine crawls in the tiny space under a fallen pillar. He then hides behind the door of an abandoned brothel house, waiting for the Angel of Death to help him.
"Please, save me! Take their souls out of their bodies!" He begs with closed eyes, while his hands holding something.
However…
<< That's not how it works! Anyway, what's that in your hands? >>
"What?"
To his surprise, he is actually begging to the angel of death while holding an old dildo, mistaking it as incense sticks.
"What the?"
He immediately throws that nasty thing, and starts prostrating. But Atniel still refuses his request.
<< Something needs to kill them naturally, before I can do my job in taking their souls out of their bodies, or, God gives me a specific order to kill them. >>
<< Another thing! You shouldn't be prostrating before me! That's heresy! >>
One of the beasts jumps through the broken window and lands just a few meters away from where Irvine hides. It's useless to hide, because these beasts are known to have a sharp sense of smell surpassing the best dog in the world. Soon, more white fangs enter the house one by one.
"Shiiit! Being an Angel of Death is not really that great like the legend said!" Without second thought, Irvine rushes into a room and then jumps out of the broken window.
<< Excuse me! I can obliterate the entire solar system here with just a swing of one feather of my wings. But as an obedient servant of God, I'm not allowed to do things outside my duties. >>
"God?" Irvine grimaces, panting as he runs. "How can you treat me with that silly joke in a situation like this? There's no God in this world!"
<< Hey!!! You are talking with an Angel of Death right now? God does exist, and you should be mindful of Him, for He is the Most Gracious and Most Merciful >>
"Then how come he created such a miserable world for me to live in? I've called for his help so many times. Can't he do any better job than this?"
<< Watch your mouth, young man! You are too green to question God's wisdom! >>
Suddenly, something jumps out of a broken window of another brothel house. It catches Irvine by surprise. He can't do anything but welcoming it with a lovely hug.
Sadly, this one is not a sexy chick asking for help. It is a hungry white fang pouncing on him. It pins him on the ground with its massive claws stuck deep in his flesh, while its fangs bite his left shoulder.
<< Consider this as a warning from God! >>
Irvine screams in his agony, holding the beast's head with both hands. Despite the excruciating pain, he starts hitting the beast's head over and over.
"If I am not allowed to express my complaints, then what does God matter to me?!"