Meeting THE Goddess
// Author's Note (After Rewrite): I can unfortunately not add more words without changing the plot. That's why only 670 words. :(
"Where the fuck am I?" Kami's voice echoed through the vast expanse, his confusion resonating in every syllable.
"In another world, dear," came the reply, a melodic voice that seemed to emanate from the very fabric of the white room.
"No shit, Sherlock," Kami retorted, his irritation and fury apparent as he scanned the empty surroundings.
"My name is not Sherlock, Kami Tyler," the voice replied, its tone calm and unwavering. Kami's curiosity grew, but before he could press further, a radiant golden halo materialized around the figure in front of him, momentarily blinding him with its brilliance.
"Beautiful..." Kami's voice trailed off, his breath catching in his throat as he beheld the stunning vision before him. The woman standing there was the epitome of perfection, with cascading golden locks, flawless features that seemed sculpted by a master artist, and an enchanting aura that seemed to radiate from within. Her ample bosom, accentuated by her flowing white robe, defied earthly proportions, leaving Kami momentarily awestruck. Adorning her back were twenty ethereal, white wings, each as delicate and pure as a snowflake.
"Child, I am the Goddess of all Gods," she began, her voice carrying the weight of divine authority. "And I offer you the opportunity to become a God as well. Would you like to—"
"Nah," Kami interrupted nonchalantly, a dismissive flicker in his eyes. The Goddess maintained her poise, though a flicker of annoyance danced in her eyes. 'Stupid ape,' she thought, 'I am offering him the chance of a lifetime! Others would sacrifice everything for this opportunity!'
Collecting herself, she continued, undeterred. "You can rule the world and—"
"Nah," Kami interjected once more, waving a hand in apparent disinterest. The Goddess pressed on, her determination unyielding.
"You can have unlimited wealth," she offered, hoping to pique his interest.
"So?," Kami replied, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Refusing to be deterred, the Goddess changed her approach.
"You can alter your appearance to your liking—"
"Well, if you insist, I guess I have no choice." ´Finally, I can mold my shape, pleasure as many women as I desire, and become the God of the Night!´ he thought, while he tried to hide his mischievious grin behind his hand
´This stupid human! He looks like an upside down baboon. No wonder the celestial mirror showed the rasperry bush as his likeliest reincarnations without my interference´. The Goddess, massively irritated of Kami's flippant attitude, decided it was time to bring their interaction to an end. With a wave of her hand, she initiated the process of sending him to the new world, utilizing her divine power to transport him. But as a punishment for his disrespectful behavior and more importantly his ugly face, she added a slight twist to his fate.
"Well, as long as you remain a nameless God, you won't have a materialized body," the Goddess teased, a mischievous lilt in her voice. "So, enjoy yourself with your ghostly hands like you did all the time after your girlfriend dumped you ~fufufufu~"
Kami's face paled as the full weight of his impudence settled upon him. With a defiant middle finger raised and a final "fuck you" hurled towards the Goddess, Kami dissipated into a cascade of shimmering light particles.
As his incorporeal form traversed the void, Kami's mind raced with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. What awaited him in this new world? What challenges and adventures lay ahead? Though his material form may be absent, his spirit burned with a newfound determination to prove himself and rise above his limitations.
Little did Kami know that the journey ahead would test him in ways he never imagined. He would encounter formidable foes, forge unlikely alliances, and discover hidden depths within himself. In the face of adversity, Kami would learn the true meaning of strength and resilience, and the importance of humility in the face of divine power.
As the light particles danced and swirled, carrying Kami to his destiny, he silently vowed to make the most of his ethereal existence and carve a path worthy of a God—nameless or not. The stage was set, and Kami was ready to embrace his new role in this unfamiliar realm, whatever it may entail.