"Oh, yeah… push it harder…"
"Deeper."
"Yes, right there! Don't stop!"
"…Perfect, that's it."
Justin's eyes snapped open in a dimly lit room.
The voices echoed around him desperately, and for anyone, it might have sounded like something straight out a cheap late-night porno but nothing about this situation was actually like that.
His body lay stretched out on a cold metal platform as a splitting pain throbbed behind his eyes, intensifying every time he tried to focus.
What the hell…?
He blinked as he tried adjusting his eyes to the dark environment.
Wasn't I just… at the convenience store buying chips and energy drinks?
The memory surfaced slowly.
Then…
Fuck.
He remembered how some people in grotesque masks had entered with firearms and killed a few people before knocking him out.
His stomach twisted as the memories settled completely.
Just then, a woman's voice echoed again with excitement. "Harder! Go deeper!"
Justin frowned.
What the hell are they doing right next to me?
The sounds were way too close for comfort.
Is this some kind of new kink people are into these days?
The thought made no sense.
He couldn't understand how someone could murder a few people, kidnap him… just to fuck someone right in front of him
He slowly turned his head toward the source of the voice… and only then did he understand. The man and woman weren't doing anything obscene. Instead the man was twisting a dagger deep into Justin's chest with reverent devotion and the woman beside him wasn't moaning from pleasure, she was moaning in worship.
"Perfect…" she whispered, her voice shaking now. "Yes, yes… this is the climax."
The blade slid down his ribs as blood spilled over his skin but he didn't scream or even flinch because he didn't feel anything as if this was just another Tuesday for him.
What the fuck is happening?
Justin panicked.
Out of all the things to freak out about like witnessing mass murder or being kidnapped and stabbed, what really got to him was how weirdly chill he felt about it.
The cultist didn't care for his thoughts as more of them appeared from the shadows, laughing, crying and moaning like lunatics in some unholy ecstasy.
Each one of them held a blade with smiling faces.
"F–fwekrr… stawp…"
Justin tried to speak but his tongue felt heavy.
The cultist's moans grew louder.
He even saw one woman falling to her knees, twitching in ecstasy as her pristine white robe was stained with something dark and suspicious.
It was obscene and somehow… sacred for the cultist.
"Ka'threl… naxur… sha'nael thar…"
"Blood for the Hollow Star! Flesh for the Sleeper!"
"Let it drink, let it wake, let it see!"
"Lurae… Thal'vahn… e'thir ren."
"Blessed be the silence that devours the sun."
"May His eyes open beneath the skin of the world."
Justin couldn't understand the gibberish even in slightest but he didn't care to understand either. Only one thought dominated in his mind.
What a shitty way to die?
He knew there was no saving him but before the thought could even finish forming.
BOOM!!!
The ceiling exploded as stone and smoke rained down.
The time itself froze as Justin saw an impossibly vast shape, a presence that didn't belong in any world touched by sanity.
It stood above the ruin of the roof with an octopus-like head with its tendrils moving like a living being and behind it… seven radiant and pure wings. It stared directly at him and in that instant, he could only feel awe and terror.
Those seven radiant wings were the last thing he saw before the darkness swallowed his consciousness and Justin died.
—
When he opened his eyes again, the world was completely white and radiant. His body was floating as if it was weightless and everything around him felt weirdly holy.
The pain, blood and the dagger were all gone.
Am I in heaven or something?
Damn, who would have thought, of all people, I would end up in heaven—?
He barely formed the thought before he saw something shifting as the same creature from before, the one that had looked straight at him through the collapsing roof.
Justin froze.
So… this is hell?
He thought bitterly because there was no way in any universe that such abomination could exist in heaven.
"Who… are you?"
Still, he asked, completely expecting the creature to answer in some reality-breaking roar… or maybe not answer at all. Not that any of it mattered anymore because he was already dead.
But instead of whatever he imagined, a gentle feminine voice echoed through the radiant void.
"I am the Angel of Compassion, oh poor soul."
Justin's brain blanked.
The sheer wrongness of hearing such a gentle and almost motherly voice coming out of something with tentacles and seven wings was no less than a horror movie.
"What the fuck?"
The words slipped out before he could stop them.
It wasn't exactly the kind of thing you were supposed to say to some divine eldritch entities but honestly, it was the only sentence Justin could form at this moment.
The creature just smiled or at least that's how it seemed like.
"So… are you ready to be sent to a different world, my child?"