Land Beyond The Hurricane: Rise Of The God Of Death

By Yama-2, the God of Death

The storm was rapidly approaching, gathering all that it could lift as it violently swirl. It was accompanied by the crackles of lightning and the rumbles of thunder. As it drew closer Farsi could feel the water droplets. It was not as few as it were earlier, now, it was like a rain, a rain accompanied by death it self.

The blood, made desiccated by the desert's scorching heat, began to roll from his face as the rain approached. Even as now, that the storm was so close, his mad laughter would not stop. His hands were still outstretched, as if welcoming a forgotten relative from a twenty years exile. The man was wholeheartedly welcoming death!

He let go, dropping his hands to the ground, only to find out that the sand has been turned calcified the the rain that was approaching. Ignoring the sudden change in his surrounding, he scooped a hand full of water into his mouth. He let out a sigh as that cool sensation rushed down his throat. His hand cautiously explored the area around him, and after a few moments of searching, he finally unearthed the object of his quest. It was his sword, it was buried beneath the thick mud. He slowly wrapped his hands around the hilt of the sword, inch by inch, he pulled it to himself.

After few seconds, he thrust his sword into the ground, using it as a tool to exert his weight. With few difficulties, he managed to get to his feet. As he took the first step, he felt his protruded bone rocking with the others, forcing him to groan in pain. However, as he progressed, the pain gradually faded away. With trembling hands, he held the hilt of his sword, digging it in the soil each time he toke a step.

He was not going to wait for death to come knocking at his door, but rather he was going to be the one banging its gates. As he got closer, his laughter once again arose, filling the vast and empty desert with the laughter of a desperate man; a man who could wait no longer to sealed his fate. As he drew even closer, he could feel his body being pulled by towards the hurricane. However, he was not ready to go; he wanted it on his own terms.

He fell to his knees, trying to exert more weight in order to resist the whirlpool. He crawled his way under the hurricane and then when he was ready, he let go of himself as his laughter resonated within the hurricane. He had died!

When he open his eyes, he found himself in a very big hall. it was shrouded with darkness but not too dark to blind him. He was in the middle, with chairs and table at both his periphery. These chairs and tables were made of solid wood, and floor was also made of wood. In the far distance Infront of him was a much bigger chair, and the figure that was seated on the chair wore a black clothe that obscured their identity.

It face was also covered with a hood, his head rested on his palm which was supported by a raised elbow. His posture vividly explained that he was not aware of the presence of the man that was few kilometers away from him. "Umm, excuse me. Is this hell?" "Ha ha ha ha! Excuse me is this hell? Seriously? Is that the only question you can ask? Why not: am I dead or is this the after life? I mean, of all the possible question why that one? Ok, this is hell. What are you going to do about it?" The hooded figure responded with sarcasm.

"If this is hell then do what is needed to be done. Farsi walked to the hooded figure with determination."What makes you think of this as hell? Is it the seats that are empty or the smells from the cloths that hang from the windows?" "People often say that souls like mine go to hell when they die."

"Excuse me, what do you mean by 'people like me'?" "Are you not the devil, the omnipresent? Shouldn't you know all?" "Ha ha..." The hooded figure once again burst out in laughter. "You are quite an interesting one. Ok, the Devil is my brother and, he resides in hell.

"This is the palace of death, and I am death." If this is not hell, then what am I doing here?" "Take a seat, it's been long since someone had one. Farsi obediently walk and sat in one of the chairs. His face lit up when he sat. "Feel good, eh? They are made from the best trees grow in this land. However, this is not the reason you're here.