"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" Morn roared as his body froze, his body restrained him from moving, his brain dead. His eyes were widened and the place was silent. As silent as a graveyard.
But he forgot something far off to his brain, someone who could fight Death itself for his entertainment, just like one before that someone.
And that someone was Finn Sevenstian.
The boy who fought against the Falsch.
"Ho. Ho. Ho. Fear not, I'll give you an easy DEATH." Said the man.
Everything disappeared around them, they weren't where they were just now. Everywhere they looked, it was white smoke-fog.
"How… are… we… able to walk?" Morn asked. Murmuring to himself, his voice was just like a silent whisper.
Morn's hands froze, he gulped; closing his eyes.
"Why are you sweating, my guy?" The man mumbled again.
Morn backed off, he closed his eyes and gulped down his saliva.
"Sssshhh!"
He heard voices like this, and when he opened his eyes. Gone. He was nowhere to be found. The smoke-fog was gone and he was gone too. He was in a dark, empty void filled with single eyes looking at him. Some were red, some were green, some were blue, some were yellow, and some colours were the colours that Morn hadn't even seen.
The atmosphere there was cool, not frigid, but cool.
And out of the thin air, came a person. He wore a black lengthy coat getting up to his knees. Underneath, was black waistcoat followed by A white shirt. He had white thin gloves on his hands, he had a black top-hat with two feathers linked together on the left side of the top-hat. He had black pants, black socks and shoes.
He had no face, instead, he had a mask with only a gap for his right eye. His left eye had a closed eye symbol on it. It wasn't like it was painted on his face, it was like a thick mask he wore. His mask was black and his only eye was also black.
"Hello, my friend. We met again, didn't we?" Said the person. "I don't have a name, but everyone refers to me as 'The Masked Clown' or 'The Mask.' Well, I suppose you do know me, do you?"
"What… do… you.. want… ?" Morn asked. There was a long silence.
"Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you."
TALKING ABOUT KILLING? THAT FAST?! HE MUST BE PLOTTING SOMETHING. Morn thought so.
"I'm one of the Primordials, even if you die, I can revive you even if your soul is erased. Perhaps, you'd be less scared now?"
HELL NO!!!
"Tell me something…" Morn questioned.
"Hmm…?" The Mask replied.
"What… are you? AND WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" Morn roared in disbelief.
"Nothing. Just here to save me, Seris- oh wait, you'll die if I say his name. The Unexistent Existence told me to save you." The Mask said.
"Then… Why…? What about my family… ?!" Morn broke down, he fell to his knees, face touching the ground, hands covering the face.
Then out of thin air, The Mask straightened his right hand with the palm down, and clenched his right hand. A chair appeared in front of The by hmmm Mask. He hesitated for a moment, but then sat down.
He looked at Morn and said:
"If you can see worthlessness; falseness; hopelessness; negativity, then you can see positivity too."
"You don't understand!--"
"I do." Replied The Mask. With a snap, they were in Morganael's room, it was messy. With white wall and a white bed just next to the door. It had a bookshelf, books Morganael had finished. It was filled with storybooks and novels.
When Morganael saw he came back to his world, a smile came across his face.
DING! DONG!...
Someone rang the doorbell.
"My… my… PARENTS!" Morganael exclaimed with joy.
He opened the door, and when they saw him. They didn't see the old him, they saw a monster. Morn's right face was cloudy, it was mixed, like it was evaporating without blood.
They recoiled and kicked him, closing the door apprehensively.
Just yesterday, when the door opened; they saw their son, and now when they opened it; they saw a monster.
"See? You died." The Mask mocked.
"How…" Morn said in grief.
"Not physically. But, in your parent's eyes."
"... What… ?" Morganael's face went pale. He opted to ask what The Mask wanted to convey.
"Do you know why morning never arrives? Because the night is too long. Immortality is such a good thing, if used right."
"Immortality is the worst!" Said Morganael in rage. "It's a useless piece of shit; what'll I do when I see my parents die?" Morganael asked.
The Mask gave a tsk.
"Tsk! Tsk! You humans and your shit piece of imagination." There was a long silence, The Mask put his hands in the pockets of his pant. "You can always rewrite, you're the author here, Morning."
Morganael halted for a long time, with a gradually sinking voice, he said: "Are you… serious?"
"Yeah—" The Mask was interrupted. Bells started ringing. "Sorry, I'll clear everything afterwards. I need to go. But, before I go — I'm giving you the chance of your life, just somewhere else."
"What do you mean another chance, but somewhere else?" Morganael roared, as his mind refused to keep up any further. "COME HERE! TELL ME, WHAT IS THIS?"
"You really want wit, don't you? Well, subsequently, let's make a DEAL." The Mask froze. "My name is Morgarial. And I am… the embodiment of immortality."
"Morgarial? Why is your name SIMILAR WITH MINE?! And immortality, what are you gonna do with me?!"
"Calm-down, calm-down, buster-'skoch. I have a deal, if you merge with me, I'll let you live, FOREVER. No external being shall be able to hurt you unnecessarily."