You know, when people describe death as a great white light at the end of a long dark tunnel, they are full of utter shit. There was nothing but all-consuming pitch-black darkness, no form of light to be seen within the infinite expanse of the space now surrounding him. There was no scenes of his long life flashing before his eyes, he didnât see the wars, and all of the strife he had been apart of, he didnât see the faces of those he had failed, that he had condemned in the line of duty due to faulty judgment or misinformation.Â
There was nothing, those past regrets washed away being flooded out with a sense of peace, their faces were no longer jeering or blaming him for their fallâŚHe guess they got one thing right, everything felt weightless, the burden of life being lifted and just a liberating sense of peace filling you being; hell, he couldnât remember when he had last felt this way, then again, did he ever feel this way? Vaughly the man wondered if there was a heaven or hell, by no means was he a religious person by any stretch, he wasnât atheist either. However, with how things were currently going he assumed that there was nothing but this black expanse, did this embody the remains of the afterlife? If so, he hoped he didnât feel anything, otherwise eternity in this abyss would be torture.
Being pulled from all the thoughts roaming through his head, the man felt a tug, huh, that was new, the tug happened once more, this time the soul being shot through the void by some unseen force. All he could emmit was a strangled yell before a swirling vortex of dark purple and green intertwining with each other filled his vision, shortly followed by the familiar but so different weight of limbs, heavily armored limbs at that, god was this weird, as hot air-filled his lungs the man was pulled from his daze, was heâŚalive? no that couldnât possibly be the caseâŚBright sky blue eyes bore into sharply slitted silver, there was a hot flash of panic when she addressed him
âI, um, hello madam, could you perhaps tell me where I am?â fluent german filtered out in a deep baritone escaped the confused deadman
   That most certainly was not what she was expecting. The husk, well, former husk addressed her, and for a long moment she pondered on what to say to that. His voice matched what sheâd envisioned Invernus having, but nothing else. She had imagined an angry creature that only spoke in angry grunts and growls, or no sound at all. This soul spoke fluent German, and oddly enough she was reminded of the country she had seen ages ago, when she had borne the name âEdenâ.
   â ... You are in Hell, the end of all things, where criminals are sent when they die. Apparently Yahweh didnât like you,â she told him bluntly. The Queenâs head tilted, and she hummed somewhat, âthough Iâm curious... what is your name?â that part of her past was dead and gone, was it not?