His mother was dead. That much he remembered. But the sky above wasn't from anywhere he'd been.
It moved more slowly the longer he tried to sleep. And in that, everyone around him looked weird, his eyes changed. He could see only through one eye, and then through multiple eyes. It felt insane.
"...What is this?"
His hand covered his eye. His expression wasn't as calm as before. He looked agitated. But for his mother, he wouldn't have taken action. He had to get to the funeral for her. It became harder to move. The people around him noticed that he was still walking, but slowly, but before anyone could come and ask if anything was wrong...
["You don't seem so well."]
As soon as he heard the voice, his senses went wild. He felt absolutely everything around him, he listened to every word people spoke, and he could smell everything. And with that, his body began to shift, vanishing with time itself, as if it were a ripple that ruptured to erase him from this location, correcting itself.
["I've been bored for a long time, so I'll guide you in this world," the voice spoke with some snark.]
...It was Empty.
Completely Empty.
Not a void, no, it was far worse.
And yet he felt someone touch his hair, and with that he was put against soft clothing... A lap?
"You have another chance, child. It is a pleasure to meet you." Her voice was... Serene, Beautiful, and absolutely Divine.
He wanted to speak, but he was trying, but he couldn't. It felt almost impossible. As his bones shifted, it was painful for a second, yet as she touched his arms softly, the pain disappeared. It was too familiar to 'her'. He didn't want to believe it was that. She was dead.
"I am not who you think I am, but I don't mind you thinking that," the lady said. Yet he could now see her face; it looked just like his mother's, yet her hair was pure white, untainted. Right before he tried to speak again, he heard another voice.
His eyes opened more as she lifted him up, and the ground changed. And in a place he could only say was... A palace—if that's what it was—stood under a sky with two moons. And everyone here had wings, though the other voice held a brighter, almost neon kind of wings. It was unusual to him, everything here was.
"ISAIAH!!" The sound of a boy's voice came out.
"What?!"
He shook his head and looked at the person. He didn't know where he was, but he stood dazed, his body feeling different. And the ground was a lot more regal, with a marble floor, a red carpet, and many people around him, including a lady who was holding him up.
"Are you okay?" The lady spoke, her hair dark, and with that, he could see the sky; it was nighttime, but it wasn't as empty as where he had originally been.
"I'm not sure..." He was confused and blurted out the first thing he thought.
"Well, then you can come with me." She spoke again. Guiding him towards the left.
The people murmured, talking to one another and gossiping. He couldn't properly hear what they were saying, but he knew they were talking about something involving him.
As he sat on the bed once he got there, the girl sitting next to him.
"Are you doing all right? You were very sick before this."
"I can't remember some things, that's all." He wasn't lying; he remembered certain things about this place, probably from the information stored in this body, while also recalling everything from his previous life.
"Do you remember my name? Also, you look a lot more... Pale." She sounded worried about him.
"It's something with an... A?" He looked at her, taking in her beautiful hair. He could tell she was his sister, considering he had seen a glimpse of his own body and clothing, which were similar to hers.
His clothing, although it resembled armor, was extremely comfortable, something he'd never seen before; he thought it'd feel clunky or hard to move in. Yet it was like he was in his pajamas.
"You're a lot quieter here..."
"I am?"
"You usually shouted back when Caelum shouted at you." She sounded a little happy, almost like what he did was better.
"So that's my brother?"
"I see... I don't- Remember the names much, but I do remember my own name at least." He sighed; his senses were returning to normal. He shook his head softly.
She looked happy. "At least you didn't forget everything, but- Also, do you remember your path? Also, since you forgot my name- It's Aletheia."
"It sounds... Greek."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sister." He gave a soft smile while looking at her.
She looked surprised as he said it, but smiled. "Well, I'll have to go, it's a pleasure meeting you as well. Mother will want to meet you again."
He looked over and nodded, a minor whiplash from hearing his mother, but he found it great that he at least had another chance to be with his 'mother' for longer, even if it wasn't his world's mother.
"I need a mirror. I feel very different..."
He got up and felt a lot lighter. The ground was lined with a thin intricate pattern around the bed, furniture, and as it lined the edges of the room's doorway. He saw another door and walked over to it.
Once he entered, he saw a bathroom, and looking ahead, he saw a mirror with a sink below it. From that, he saw his hair, a dark color, flowing to his neck. And with that, he saw his wings remain unmoving, a glowing blue color. He felt that he could move them, and a slow change occurred as they fluttered, opening wider. His eyes were a hazel color. And his clothing looked like armor, yet his body didn't feel overwhelmed by its weight.
"I feel a lot better. And I have wings, what the hell."
He was shocked, to say the least, but he needed to get ready and get used to this.
["Well, you got reincarnated, that's what."]
He turned, looking around to see where that voice came from.
["In your head."]
He stopped turning and just took a breath.
"I'm going insane, aren't I?"
He looked ahead. He shook his head; he didn't even look like himself anymore.
["You can deny as much as you like, but I'm real. I have no name yet." The voice finally had a form, it was about the same age as Isaiah and Feminine.]
"Okay- Alright, fine, you're real, just- What are you even doing here?" Isaiah sounded crazy talking to himself, but he was talking to the voice.
["I'm just here to make sure you don't mess up. Considering this is a new world."]
"I appreciate that, honestly." He laughed softly. "Well, considering you don't have a name, I'll just call you... Azariel."
["Oh? How fitting, for someone who just became an Angel, you have a sense of Humor."]
"Well, yeah, I was human before-" He left the bathroom and walked to the exit.
["Also, you can talk to me in your thoughts, I recommend that."]
"Oh. Okay, yeah, that's a lot better. I don't want people thinking I'm crazy."
He felt odd. He shook his head. "Still, I need to find out who that lady was..."
He left the bathroom and walked over to the table, grabbing what looked like a circular glass object. He touched it softly, and it began glowing white.
"This doesn't seem like the usual world people reincarnate into."
["Yeah, because I don't want to make you suffer in the past." Her voice sounded sassy.]
He heard that and... Smiled, he found it amusing how sassy they sounded, yet were helpful. He would have put the object down, not knowing what it did yet, and probably having to ask his sister if he met her again.
"Well, I'll need to go first to meet Mother; at least here, I'll be sure to take care of her... If she's actually a good mother like mine."
He gave a soft smile; he'd pay respect to his old mother after this entire meeting with what he thought was the Queen was over. He wasn't going to skip that, no matter what.
"Anyways, time to get going." He took one final breath. he didn't want to come here, but getting a chance to have his mother back, even if it wasn't really his mom, was enough. He walked to the exit of his room and left. Seeing as he was going to be able to explore the place while trying to find what he assumed was the throne room, he'd stay calm instead of overly happy; it would be weird for him to act that way. However, that didn't mean he wouldn't show emotions.