Land beyond the hurricane:Rise of the God of death

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

The bloods that were already dried on his face began to roll as the water soaked his face. Even as now that the storm was close;his mad laughter would not stop. His hands were still outstretched as if welcoming someone that have been away for a very long time

He let his hands drop to the sand that was getting muddy due to the rain, and as if begging for mercy or offering prayer to a god, he lift his hands and in less than a minute he scooped a hand full of water in to his mouth. He let out a sigh as the cool water rush down his throat.

His hands carefully search about him and in less that a minute he found what he was looking for, it was his sword, it was buried beneath the thick mud. His hand slowly wrap around the hilt of his sword, pulling it closer to him. After few minutes he mightily thrust the sword into the ground, using it as an object to exert his weight upon, within fer difficulties he managed to get to his feet.

As he took his first step, he felt his protruded bone rocking with the other, 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 took a step. He was not going to wait for death to come knocking on his door, but instead, he was going to be the one banging it gates.

When he was close to the hurricane his laughter once again arose,fill the vast and empty desert with the mad laughter of a hopeless man, a man who could wait no longer to seal his fate. As he drew closer he could feel his body being pulled towards the hurricane , however, he was not ready to go yet, he wanted it on his own term.

He drop to the ground trying to exert more weight in other to resist the whirlpool. He crawled his way under the hurricane and when he was ready he let go of himself as his mad laughter resonate within the hurricane. He had died.

When he open his eyes he found himself in a very big hall, it was shrouded with darkness, though not too dark to blind him. He was in the middle,with both chairs and table at his periphery. These chairs and tables were made of solid wood, the floor was also made of wood .

In the far distance Infront of him was a much bigger chair, the figure that was seated upon the chair wore a black clothe that wholly 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 explicate that he was not aware of the presence of the man that was a few kilometers away from him.

"Umm. Hmm, hmm, hmm! Excuse me is this hell?" "Ha,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 afterlife? I mean... Of all the possible question why only that one? Ok, this is hell what are you going to do?" The hooded figure responded with a barrage of questions. "If this is hell then do what is needed to be done." Farsi said as he made his way towards the figure who was still seated on top his throne, but this time he was focused. "What makes you think that this is hell? Is it the seats that are empty or the smell from those cloths that hangs from the window?" "People often says that when people like me die our souls goes to hell." said Farsi. "People like you? What do you mean by 'people like me'?" "Aren't you the devil,the omnipresence? Shouldn't you know all? "Hahaha, hahaha!" 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 death palace and I am Death." "If this is not hell, then what am I doing here?" " Take a seat it's been so long since anyone had one of those in my palace." Farsi obediently walk and sit in one ot the seats. His face litted up as he sat. "Feel good eh? They are made from the best trees that grows in this land. However, this is not the reason you are here." Sorry for this, the chapter did not fit the release procedure. O o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o jmjno j o o o o j on o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o j o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o common njo o o o o o o o oko jnno ovo o o. O o o o o o o o o o o o o o. O o o pop bobo obobo. O. O o o o o o o o o o. O o omo o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o This will not happen again o o o o o o o o o o o o o o promise o