’Uhhh’
Stench of blood and rotting at overwheld his senses as pitch black darkness overtook his sight. But this darkness around him was strange. It wasn’t normal darkness because even though he didn’t have any eyes, he could see it.
He couldn’t see, move, hear or feel anything at all except for the darkness and the sll. He didn’t know the reason for the "vegetable" state he was in, but he knew this pitch black darkness was its source.
Suddenly, everything turned blinding white. This strange, eerie darkness and the stench was chased away by a white radiance that lit up everything around it.
With the darkness gone, he regained his senses.
Ian opened his eyes and weakly stood up with a groan. He then inspected his body to see whether everything was in place or not.
After making sure he wasn’t injured like the way he was crushed, he looked around to inspect his surroundings.
Everything around him was lit up by a strange white radiance.
For so reason, this comforting radiance didn’t scare him or make him anxious. Instead, it felt warm and comforting. He felt like these sensations didn’t co from his own body. Instead, it ca from the radiance itself.
He didn’t know what was more dangerous. A dreadful darkness that blocked all his senses or a white radiance that made him comfortable in a strange way.
But ultimately, he declared the radiance as the lesser evil since it was keeping the harrowing darkness away from him.
Ian was inside a white sphere that kept the dreadful darkness away from him, and this sphere was massive. It spread to hundreds of ters in all directions.
Everything around him, except for his body, was radiating in white, and when he tried to move his hand, the radiance vaporized like mist.
He looked down to find that he was standing on the radiant mist, and when he tried to push his feet below it didn’t even budge.
Amazed by the fact that he was standing on nothing, he continued looking around until he found two figures standing in front of him.
They had the body shape of a human, but they weren’t humans.
They were shining with the sa white radiance, but their radiance was much more powerful. It turned Ian blind for a mont. With a pained scream, he closed his eyes and covered his face. It seed like these two figures were the source of this strange light.
"Ohh, the mortal can’t handle our auras." A smooth male voice entered his ears.
"What did you expect? He is just a human after all." A soothing female voice stated her annoyance.
The man lingered for a mont and sighed.
"Anyway, let’s dim our auras so we can have a conversation."
Then suddenly, sothing changes in the environnt around Ian. He could tell without even looking. He frowned and opened his eyes again.
The two figures looked like humans without their radiant hollow, but Ian knew better than to trust that. The man and woman both had fair skin, and their eyes and hair were golden in color.
What surprised Ian wasn’t the golden hair of the two, what surprised him was the clothes they were wearing.
’What the fuck?’
The man was naked and had what appeared to be a cock cage around his mber. The girl who was probably in her mid twenties was dressed very seductively in a black dominatrix outfit that- featured in femdom porn.
Ian was montarily stunned by the sight in front of him.
After hearing no response from Ian, the man coughed and said.
"Nice to et you. My na is Dickus, the God of cucks and the female the beautiful lady beside is my wife, Nyanthara."
’Huh?’
Ian was so shocked by his ridiculous na, he blurted out instantly.
"Dickus, what kind of ridiculous na is that and...a god of what? Cucks?"
The man lowered his head in sadness and mumbled in a low voice.
"I know it’s not a good na, but...This is the na Layla gave ."
He lingered for a mont and t Ian’s gaze again with newfound enthusiasm.
"Anyway, let’s stop talking about trivial things like that. You must be Ian Peterson...Nice to et you."
He offered his hands for a handshake.
Ian looked at the hand and debated what to do. After a minute of pondering, he concluded that he isn’t gonna shake the hand of the mysterious man wreathed in blinding light who calls himself a God.
Dickus waited for a bit in the awkward position and retraced his hand in embarrassnt.
"Sorry, but I have a rash on my palm. I don’t want you to get sick...Anyway, if you don’t mind asking...where am I?" Ian was the first to speak.
Suddenly, Dickus’s face lit up, and he gestured to the black void with his hand and said in an excited tone. A pleasant smile was plastered on his face.
"Isn’t it a marvelous place? I know this place isn’t beautiful, but it brings back mories."
The girl who was quiet until now spoke, annoyed by the conversation that was about to happen.
"Dickus, Please...don’t remind about that whore."
Dickus turned around with the sa pleasant smile.
"How can I not talk about it, honey. She was my first girlfriend and also the one who made into the God of cucks."
The girl sighed without saying anything, irritation was apparent in her deanor.
After getting no response from the girl, he turned around and continued with the sa creepy smile.
"You asked where this is? I will tell you where this is. This is the place I got cucked for the first and last ti. My ex-girlfriend Layla, the goddess of love fucked with the god of demons right here, in front of ."
He stared into the darkness like he was recalling distant mories and continued.
"Currently, she is the wife of the demon god. Even though I would have preferred her to be mine, I am happy for her."
"After all, she is the one who made into the god of cucks. I visited her last decade, now I should visit her again. She was beautiful with a round belly."
He then broke his trance of recalling mories and gazed at him.
"You asked what this place right? This place is the underworld."
Ian was shocked, not at the self-proclaid god’s shaless confession but at the last two words of his statent
’Underworld? What the fuck? Am I...dead?’
Suddenly, everything clicked into place. His death at the hands of the truck driver, he bathed in the peaceful but eerie underworld darkness. And the darkness retreating from the god’s Aura.
After realizing that he was dead, he fell into a great depression. It felt like everything in the world beca utterly silent, and only his violent thoughts whispered in his mind.
Then suddenly his thoughts beca less violent when he rembered the fact that even if he didn’t die that way, he would have spent a lifeti in jail until he died.
He sighed and looked at the two gods in front of him.
’There is one thing that I don’t understand...why are they here? and what do they want?’
After calming his beating heart for a mont, Ian spoke.
"Dickus and Nyanthara...what do you want from ?"
Both of them stared at Ian. When they heard his question, their deanor changed.
The goddess turned away, without eting his gaze, while Dickus shifted uncomfortably in his position.
He lingered for a mont and said in a low voice.
"I want to apologize and correct my mistake."
Ian frowned. "What mistake?"
Dickus shifted even more uncomfortably at the sudden question which led Ian to think that sothing was very wrong.
Dickus Turned to Nayanthara as if asking for support but the girl was as silent as a whisper.
Dickus frowned and looked deep into Ian’s eyes. Then he said sheepishly while scratching the back of his head.
"I accidentally killed you."
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