Pure Void (3)

I was stuck in a black tunnel. There was no light, discoloration or anything along the likes. It was unsettling. My mind became freezing cold, and so did the physical state of my body. I was floating, floating with the way of the wind inside the void. I stayed still, worried that if I move I would release the tiny bit of warmth I built up with my body. I stayed frozen while the void guide me an endless tunnel.

I wanted change, but none in the likes of this.

Flickering images flashed in my brain. Images of me where I stood on top of a pedestal, in front of divine spirits. God of Heaven, and God of Hell. The spirts glared at me, as if I wasn't wanted in both of there worlds.

It was either a paradise or a nightmare, but I am not wanted in both. I stared right back at them, scared? Yes, definitely. But did I have enough pride to back down? No, I don't.

For I did not know the reason why they did not like me, they simply just didn't.

"You…" One of the divine beings said. "Shall be sent to the deepest terrain." They said. One of the cowardly devils that were behind the god they serve to, started to snicker at me. I stared at them with dull eyes, and they took one glance at me before running off. "Why?" I questioned. "Why am I being sent there?" The gods looked down at me, eyes twitching. "Are you really questioning me?" The hoarse voice of the king of demons raised through my ears. I stayed silent. The great devil grew weary of the silent reply, and soon rise with an emotion of anger. "Answer me!" He said. The now angry spirt started to spat out ugly profanities. Just by the affect of his words it provided a great effect to the angels and devils.

"Enough!" The god of Heaven said loudly, pounding his cane onto the concrete. The rise of his voice grew louder as he spoke more. "That is enough." The devil shut his mouth quickly. "Send him away!" One of the angels said. Other angels agreed and so did the opposite breeds. Although, the kings raised the palm of their hand silence the bitter crowd. "I pledge by the great Heavens," the Absolute Being praised. "And I, pledge by the driven Hell." Said the rogue leader. "That we will send this man, Zephyr Helavia, to the ground, far deepen then Hell itself to live there for the rest of eternity." The gods roared simultaneously, thunder shook the ground the boy was standing. A quick flash of binding light struck the albino fiercely. A scream rose out of the me, I was in pain. White fog was soon clear, and the I stood there, in a deep haze. "F-father! Look!" A loyal angel said horrified.

It was me. Large matte and ivory wings flew out of my back. At the roots, blood stained my clothing with a deep red that flowed through inside of my shirt. I spat out blood which stained the pedestal. Electricity flowed through my wings, as if the wings we're creating friction in order to gain this electric fumes. My clothes were torn, and wet. The gods simply did not know what to do. This wasn't an occurrence that happened daily, or none at all. As I was still in his weak state, the powerful beings ordered one of ark angels to sent him down and locked me up, I couldn't do anything.

The images shown in my brain weren't very clear, but I could pin point what most mattered. As if it were an old cartoon, the images were shown in black and white and graphic quality. I didn't know what exactly I was, or if I could even trust myself in believing this memory of mine. If it was true, how did it happen? Was it because of the lightning? As soon as the bright flash hit me I felt a pop in veins, and blood was quickly rushing through me. It felt like my body was going into havoc.

Something is wrong with me.

This darkness is taking over my sense of reality. While I was still in that luminous room, I was still able to move around. This soulless room just felt truly empty, it felt like despair.

I want to leave!