When I woke up, I was in an empty house with all-white interior design. What confused me was that there were only three long white chairs in front of me—and other than that, the house was completely empty.
Then it hit me: I realized where I was. Shit! Shit! I never thought this place was real. Now what do I say? Because I'm sure He knows I hated Him when I was alive. Oh well, might as well tell my buddy Lucifer to warm my seat next to him—seems like I'll be joining him earlier than I thought.
I was lost in my thoughts when suddenly someone interrupted me with a deep voice—a voice like a melody used to heal a shattered soul.
"And why do you think you are going to a place where only fire exists? Come closer, child. You have suffered so much in your past life, and now, as your Creator, it's my duty to make up for it," he said gently. His voice made me feel like I was on a balcony in one of those mountain houses, breathing in the freshness and beauty presented by the goddess of nature—not that I really believed she existed.
"From your reaction earlier, I guess you know who I am and where you are, am I right?" he asked, his gentle tone sending me toward dreamland again.
"Who wouldn't? There's only one place that's all white," I said, trying to be as humble and respectful as I could—not that I really knew how.
And also, there's only one person crazy enough to decorate a house like he's holding a memorial service for his loved ones, I thought, forgetting he could hear my inner thoughts.
He laughed so hard that the other members present lowered their chairs to be on the same level as us.
Knowing he could hear my thoughts, I tried my best not to think anything disrespectful. Well, this was hell. This wasn't fair—I wasn't even allowed to think because that old boring grandpa thinks he owns my mind.
Oh well, he didn't know me well.
As cocky as I was, teaching him a lesson was nothing for me. You'd probably call me crazy for this, but I didn't care if I went to hell. I mean, I'd get to see my buddy Lucifer, so it was a win-win situation for me—and my revenge was going to be sweeter than any candy you've tasted.
Ahhhh oppa, go deeper, don't stop. Take me to heaven, cloud nine, hell—wherever you wish as long as I can ride you like this. Oi~ damn oppa, give him more. Hahaha, I thought, wandering into my fantasy world, forgetting where I was.
"Woah! Do you have more where that came from? Because that was the best I've ever seen," he said with a big smile, like a BL fan who just read the NC scene of a manhwa.
"Enough with silly games. Since I neglected you too much, which led to your suffering, I have decided to give you a second chance at life—but without any memory of your past life. Now off you go," he said, pushing me into a white hole before I could even react.
Hey, you old gizza (old man), what do you mean by all this? Shit! I'm gonna kill that old gizza when I see him. My plan didn't even affect him. Instead of getting angry, he got excited and asked for more. OH MY GOD! Don't tell me that old gizza is gay and Lucifer was his lover who broke his heart—but if so, who is the seme and who is the uke? I thought—before everything fell into darkness.