He sniffed, curling up in the space as he wondered how many times he cried this week. He couldn't remember anymore, the tears only came running down as he wiped them away with the back of his hand.
They wouldn't stop coming out. Even though his eyes had long been obliterated to nothingness.
He blamed her. The Glowing Lady, the one who claimed she wanted to help. But all she did was give him the very thing he feared and hated.
That smile of hers didn't look so warm now that he replayed that memory inside his head every time. He couldn't ever watch anime or read mangas from his powers, as his prison would prevent him from doing anything fun at all.
He hated her. That sick and terr—
"Do you want to talk?" The glowing lady was hovering in front of him.
He raised his head, blinking his tears away.
"Its... Its you!"
"Yes it's me—"
An enormous fist came upon her, the entire room exploded into a bright white light.
He pulled his hand back, curious if she was utterly dead.
The explosion vanished like dust and nothingness after. The Lady still hovered there, a poker face and then a sigh came out of her lips.
"Do you still want to vent your anger towards me?" She said, "or do you want somebody to talk to."
"Go away." He said, "you already tricked me. You were afraid of me."
She snorted, "Afraid of you? No, whatever you saw was on you. I simply gave you the power to ascend. And what did you use it for?"
He stayed silent, retracting his extended hand back to his knees. Not wanting to answer. It was obvious she was powerful, because he never saw her in his vision, or anything at all when he was at his peak. As if she didn't even exist.
She waited for him to answer. Yet when he didn't, she just sat on the invisible floor. Crossed legged and overlooking the enormous god. Who was still a boy.
She looked like an ant by comparison, the rotten flesh, veins like appearance wrapped his entire body, or what was his body.
She summoned a guitar in the air, then placed them in her lap. Her hands traced the strings, enjoying their creative design as she tuned it.
He lifted his head slightly.
"What are you doing?"
The sound was a little off, annoying. But eventually she found the right cords. Then she looked at him, tilting her head slightly.
"I thought you wanted to stay silent?" She asked
"You're ruining it." His words felt like a rumbling thunder.
She shrugged, leaning back as if there was a wall.
"Well that sounds miserable. So why not we talk? perhaps you want to hear a good story?"
He scoffed, "I've seen too many already when I ascended."
"Ah, but those are the ones that you wanted to see. Not what you needed to see." Her voice laced with some mysteriousness.
"And what would that be? I saw infinity for a moment there, Lady. I think I understand you a little."
For the first time, he heard a rumbling laugh from her. Which genuinely surprised him because he hasn't heard laughter in such a long time.
"Ascension really can get to you. I'm old, boy. Im the once grand mountain now turned into a flattened plain after long years of erosion." She began to play the guitar.
A soft and warming tune floated to his ears. His muscles relaxed a little at that.
"Have you heard of The Egg?"
"The one where the guy is himself in every version?"
"Yes that one." She looked at him, "what do you think about it?"
"It's good I guess. Wait, are you saying..."
Another laugh escaped her throat, stopping the music of the guitar with her palm.
"Goodness no!" She said, "that's a different reality. There are other universes like that, but that's not my topic of interest today..." She began playing the guitar again, this time a little softer like a wind humming.
"There was a hero once, maybe you've seen him when you ascended. Maybe you didn't, but it's a tale lost in time and only I remember it." The tune floated to his ears, imagining a man in Black hair and blue cloak clad in silver armor, "He was a powerful man. Dashing, and the kind that mortals would look up to. One day, he looked at the stars, and realized there was no one that truly liked him."
"So, he took off his precious armor, shaved his head bald. And then, set off to the village to see if anyone would like this version of him."
His head fully lifted, the music gaining an impossible momentum as the view of the village came in sight to him.
"When he stepped into the village, the ladies who would fawn over him. Ignored his presence. He helped the elderly, which they were glad for but didn't give much praise compared to when he was a hero. He explored the entire village, a sense of loneliness began to blossom in our hero's chest upon realizing they only loved the other him."
The tune started to slow down, a mournful rhythm that shifted from curiosity to sadness. He felt it for some reason.
"Then, when the monsters came to attack. He left all of them to die."
"What—?"
She pressed her palm flat on the guitar, the tune turning awkward and halting all of a sudden. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"So you don't know this story then." She said.
"Yes, I'm just curious why he would let them all die? Shouldn't he help them all against the monsters when he is powerful? His a damn hero."
"That's true." The guitar vanished, "but sometimes, there are people who aren't strong enough to forgive. Even the hero couldn't overcome this." She stood up, dusting her clothes, "I can't free you. You have to be one to do this, as we have rules to follow as people who reincarnate others. Rules that... May make others feel lonely. I'm sorry."
"Can't you just help me out a little? I want to be able to see light again. Not the explosions I cause. The sun I want to feel again at least..." He replied. His shoulders sagged in disappointment.
A warm smile touched upon her lips.
"This prison of yours is limited. One, it's not always perfect, two, someone will probably make a crack in this prison, then you can try to exert influence. Though don't do bad, alright? I will know."
He nodded, he couldn't tell how long it has been. But hearing her, he felt a small fire burning in his cold heart again.
"I will... Try. I don't want to be like the hero. He reminds me too much of my past." He said.
"Everyone is a hypocrite, child. But a hypocrite can also change."
Then she turned around and walked. She vanished from thin air just like that, leaving the trapped god in his eternal prison with hope.