The world around me was a pure blinding white. It was as if the very concept of reality had dissolved into an endless expanse of nothingness. No ground, no sky, no stars, only the oppressive silence of infinity.

My mind throbbed with disorientation as I couldn't make out which way was forward, back, up, or down. I had no idea how I'd gotten here, but in a way it was soothing. Well, once you got past the whole, 'trapped in purgatory for all of forever' kind of feeling.

I wanted to look around, and find something to keep me occupied, but what was there to see? In that direction, endless, blinding, nothingness. Behind me? Endless blinding nothingness. Oh, what's that overhead? Endless, blinding, nothingness. I even tried looking at myself, and of course, endle– wait what the fuck, why am I naked? I've been naked many times in my life, but never while floating through the void; I guess I can check that off of my bingo card. 

I just floated around like an idiot, waving my arms around, trying to swim through the space, but nothing happened. That is, until something happened and the space around me seemed to shudder. A deep, resonating voice seemed to envelop me, and from the endless, blinding–I think you get it by now–a figure began to materialize.

At first, it was just a silhouette, a shape forming out of the pure light that I unwillingly basked in. It didn't take long before it soon coalesced into something far more magnificent. I was thankful for the change in scenery, more so when I saw exactly what it was. 

She was tall, impossibly graceful, draped in a glow that made the light of the realm seem dim in comparison. Her skin had a milky pale tone to it, her eyes black as the abyss, yet something about them drew me in like… The Abyss, I guess. A crown of dark, curling thorns rested upon her head, though it was unclear if they were actual thorns or carved from obsidian.

Her hair flowed in long cascading in waves of dark midnight black that seemed to stretch endlessly, swirling around, influenced by something I wasn't feeling. Her lips, a deep shade of crimson, curled into a knowing smile, as though she was aware of all that I had been and all that I would become.

She regarded me with a gaze that was both cold and oddly arousing. Part of me felt like if I were to get close enough, she would tear my soul from my body. The other part of me didn't give two damns.

"I am Morgana," she said, her voice smooth, and silky, I wanted to wear the words she gave me. "The goddess of death, keeper of endings. And you," she paused, eyes glinting, "are my chosen one."

Wow, the goddess of death, she's definitely beautiful enough to be the goddess of–wait what? I swallowed, my mouth going completely dry as I tried to speak but couldn't find my voice.

"You don't have to say a thing," she said as if reading my mind. "The rules of your old world don't mean a thing here. Now, you are bound by the rules I place before you." She took a slow step forward, her presence overwhelming me with things I didn't know I could feel, let alone express. "First, I want to say it's so good to meet you, Lucian, it took a lot of work to secure your soul and bring you here," she clearly didn't see anything wrong with that sentence, but the part about my soul set me on edge.

"Don't look so shocked, dear," Morgana purred, her voice like velvet laced with… Death? Poison?. "You didn't think your little life on that dull little planet of yours was all there was, did you?" Her crimson lips curled into a smirk as she tilted her head, her dark eyes wandering along my body, lingering on my crotch. "Oh, you're adorable when you're flustered."

I managed to stammer out a single word. "W-what?"

"Oh, relax," she said, waving a hand dismissively. The motion felt rehearsed, likely done a million times. "You're not here because you were particularly special. No great deeds, no acts of heroism. Quite frankly, you were... average." She paused as her smirk turned predatory. "But I like that about you. Unremarkable people make the best blank slates."

"Gee, thanks," I muttered, finding my voice at last. I crossed my arms instinctively, then realized I was upside down, or she was upside down? Either way, it took the fire out of my defiant gesture. I dropped them awkwardly to cover my nether regions as I saw where she was staring, my face burning as I tried to avoid her gaze.

"Oh, darling," she cooed, walking closer before working her way behind me. I turned my head and flailed my arms again to try and push myself around to see what she was doing, but I just floated there helplessly. 

"You can cover yourself all you want, but I see everything. Your thoughts, your fears, your... desires." She let the last word linger, as she spoke behind my back, leaving me to wonder what sickeningly seductive face she was making. "And trust me, those desires are going to make this journey so much more entertaining for the both of us."

"Argh!" I blurted elegantly in frustration, "What do you want from me?!"

"Straight to the point. No foreplay?" I still couldn't see her, but it sounded like she was pouting as she stopped directly behind me, closing the gap between us until her flowing gown brushed against the back of my neck and sent goosebumps snowballing down my flesh. 

She placed her hands on my shoulders and began to run them down–oh, right, upside down, so that would be… up my arms? I glanced down and could see her feet, still a little ways below my head. Where was I floating in relation to her? Oh god, she must be eye-to-ass with me. Could this get any worse? 

Her hands glided from my wrists to my hips and the touch caused me to shiver with antici…pation. She traced the lines of my groin, testing how far I would let her go before her fingers followed my thighs, down… up my legs toward my knees before heading back up. I was having a really hard time controlling myself, and it seemed like no amount of random thoughts of baseball and grandma's, nor any amount of singing the alphabet in my head would stop what was coming. 

"Here's the thing, my little mortal: this world is broken. Too perfect. Too peaceful. The natural order has tipped too far, and the gods out there are too busy polishing their halos to notice."

I desperately clung to the conversation that had sprung up again, oh god, sprung up, not the right words. "And what does that have to do with me?" I stammered.

"You, my dear Lucian, are my solution. My little agent of chaos. You're going to restore the balance, one deliciously destructive step at a time." She paused, tapping her finger against my pelvis. "Though I suppose you'll need some help. You humans can be so... Fragile."

"Help…" I pleaded weakly.

"Yes, help," she replied, not understanding that I was the one who needed help. "We can help each other you know. You scratch my back, I stroke your... well, you get the hint, I'm sure."

"I can provide you a system to guide you, whispering in your mind like a seductive muse. It'll show you your strengths, your weaknesses, and your path to power. Abilities, health, experience, it's all there for you to exploit; so long as you don't mind that I'll be exploiting you." her voice was venomous, but the kind of venom I'm not sure if I would mind coursing through my veins. 

She leaned in closer, her bare breasts pressing against my back. Bare breasts? I looked down again and her feet were buried in the elegant gown she once wore. My heart started hammering out of control as she picked up the speed to match the thrill I was feeling.

"And when you grow–" she deliberately stopped on that word and all I could think was that I was way out of my depth. "–stronger, oh, the things you'll do... You'll become a force this world won't be able to ignore."

"Err, the catch. What's the catch?" I mumbled out, trying to focus on the conversation rather than her, not that the conversation was giving me much of a break, with an innuendo every other sentence.

"Catch?" she repeated, her voice a lilting tease. "Why, Lucian, do you think I'd trick you? All I want is for you to grow, to build up more and more, until you explode upon the world and bring it to its knees," she finished before giving my manhood a flick. 

She was so close to me it hurt, her tongue dancing along her lips, eyeing me like a piece of raw meat as she eagerly contemplated what way to cook me and the best wine that would pair with it.

"And now," she purred, "It's time for you to begin." I wasn't sure what she meant, would this be a sex thing? "Your first body awaits." Body, what body? Her body? "Let's see how far you can squirm before you rise." What on earth is this woman talking about?

"Oh, and one last gift," she snapped her fingers and chuckled at my expense.

"Fifteen experience my sweet Lucian, use them well."

And with that, she vanished and the white expanse shattered like glass. I was falling, falling into the unknown.