Psiksi woke up, not with shock but with confusion. Everything felt like a blur. Heck, it all felt like a dream. Had he dreamed the last few days, all the way to the point that everything had gone white and he’d woken up? No, clearly not, because he had not been sleeping in his bedroom, but in the bedroom of someone else. The room looked a bit like one of the bedrooms from the Dessaron Headquarters, but messier and with more gold, black and silver decorations scattered around. The bed was pressed against the corner, with a desk to Psiksi’s left and a set of shelves at the end of the bed.
Sitting up, Psiksi noted that the rest of the room was pretty empty, aside from some cupboards on the wall to his left. There were windows and curtains but they were all shut. A laptop sat on the desk, decorated with a metallic red gloss and a small black pointer with red buttons.
There was a knock on a door out of Psiksi’s view. He sat up further and peered to his left. The door opened anyway, without waiting for any sort of answer.
“Oh. I didn’t know you were awake.”
Whoever this being was, they were beautiful. Jet black skin, golden yellow armour and a pair of eyes that could pierce the soul. The being carried in several plates of armour and shoved them in the cupboard furthest away from Psiksi, then placed another set of armour at the end of Psiksi’s bed. It was Psiksi’s own armour, washed and cleaned and dried and the foldable parts folded up neatly.
Psiksi rubbed his eyes, blinked madly and stared at the being.
“Who… who are you..?”
The being smiled, then tutted. “You’re drooling.”
“What? Fuck…” Psiksi wiped his face, then cursed some more. Why did Skyavok have to have suck stupid ways to show that they were turned on? This being was beautiful, astounding, perfect even, and there Psiksi was, drooling like the aroused mid-twenties kid that he was.
The being glanced back from where he’d come from, then at Psiksi. “It’s fine. You feeling alright?”
This perfect creature was talking to him. It wasn’t put off. It didn’t look completely like a Skyavok but maybe it was? Psiksi wasn’t sure.
“Uh, I have no idea where I am or what happened or anything like that… You haven’t kidnapped me or anything, have you?”
“What? No!” the being tutted. “I saved you all. Fucking Kairos and Epani decided to have a massive argument on the edge of my territories and now I’ve got an extra two billion fauna and countless flora I need to get recycled and sent back to Yisini…” The being paused. “Sorry, I haven’t introduced myself. I am the Lord of Death, Arkadin. You must be Psiksi.”
Psiksi smiled awkwardly. “It’s nice to meet you, Arkadin… You’re… You are absolutely beautiful and… and I’m not going to finish that sentence… Wait, you’re the Thantophor! Why didn’t you kill us?” There were a lot of conflicting thoughts in Psiksi’s head, and it was hard getting them to come out in the correct order.
“I’m not letting my massive arsehole of a brother kill my three favourite beings and their new little buddy!” Arkadin shouted. “That fucking bastard has been making my existence a misery the last few days. Plus, the more things that get killed, the more work I have to do…!” Arkadin lowered his voice. “The others are all still asleep. Feel free to get up and have a look around, but please don’t leave the house, as I’ve got to get these jobs out of the way. Alright?”
All Psiksi could do was nod.
“Good!” Arakdin smiled. “There’s food in the kitchen, drinks in the fridge. I’ll come check on you in an hour, alright?”
The Lord of Death skipped out of the room, leaving Psiksi looking incredibly confused.
After what felt like an eternity, Psiksi finally snapped out of his confused state and climbed out of bed.
“I’m such an idiot. He’s not interested in me…” Psiksi sighed as he put his armour on. “You can’t love a god of death…”