Clack! Clack! clack!
and It began again...
I have long lost count of all this...
My footsteps echoed on the tiled ground as I made my way to Mr Patrick's Office.
once I stopped right before the full body mirror that stood by his office doors. I looked down at the dark locks that had been attached to My head moments before and couldn't help raising an eyebrow with a smirk. But something isn't right, something's different... Yes Yes that reflection!, She was never there!!!.
She had pitch black hair and Phoenix shaped eyes, her face had a mixture of a British lady and an Indian, creating a refreshing look.
Then my body moved as it headed into Mr Patrick's office.
'Was she always there?... could it be the secretary? why was the sight of her so strange, was it because she had a black robe? or was it the horn?...Horn!! Horn Yes!! Humans have no Horns!'
Plak!
The wooden doors were pushed open by my body and something else brought me back from my inner struggle, it was the one seated at Mr Patrick's chair!!.
Fiery black hair with a few red highlights, His Iris burned flaming red but didn't bother him, He wore a black business suit and a golden Rolex watch, His feet were hanging on the mahogany table without care as he read Manga???!!!.
'What's happening here?!!!' I yelled but my body calmly requests a sit but got no response, then it went on a loop.
"May I?" as it motioned towards the Chair on it's left.
"May I?"
"May I?"
"May I?"
"May I?"
The fiery eyed man suddenly closed his book but it echoed for a long while as everything froze.
"An interesting hell you made for yourself But... I'm surprised you are still sane, cause Heavens be damned, I almost lost it watching you for the last 1087 times..." He said while getting off his seat.
"You!! when did you start working here?" He asked someone behind as I turned subconsciously.
'turned??' This were my thoughts as I repeatedly flexed my fingers.
The Lady with the horn responded with fear, "This is my 1006701st year working in this wing".
'What!' I tried speaking but my throat burned with every attempt. How long have I been here then?, so my guess was correct...
"Did you not here about the selection for this round?, Father has been searching for one more to complete this batch...for some reason heaven had...' the Man began speaking once more when a loud roar shook the whole place.
"Coming Father!!" He screamed with absolute fear before turning towards me and waved his hand.
Everything went Dark...
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Confusion!
Utter confusion!
That was what I first felt after I woke up. Then came the pain, a kind of pain that I directly felt in my soul.
The first few seconds were spent wailing due to pain, voices buzzed in my mind as I subconsciously tune them out.
When my pain seemed to be relieved slightly, I opened my eyes with great effort. First thing I noticed was my range of sight that seemed to view everything within 250 meters around me, it was like I had eyes around my head. I tried moving my body and once again, I found that I couldn't!.
Twenty odd looking threads extended from me to the heart of the kneeling group in front of me and that wasn't even the strange part, the strange part was that they looked like they were praying to me or something!.
I couldn't understand a word they were saying, the buzzing soon increased once again but I didn't care as I struggled to move my body, it was only then I was able to find out that my body seemed to be made of stone!.
Then shock sets in...
The more they prayed the more I felt better, the red thread became somewhat brighter, so I moved my gaze as it penetrated the red hazy light threads, it was then I saw it's true form. It was actually a kind of liquid material that moves from the statue to the twenty odd people and then from them back to this stone shaped body of mine.
'This doesn't make any sense!!!' I yelled out but none of this twenty seemed to hear a thing.
"Could this be another form of punishment?"
Bang!!
an intense pain could be felt in my head, as if my head was cracked open by some force. Countless overlapping images materialized, and I couldn't help screaming, cussing at the fact that I can't move but at the end, I finally understood my situation clearly.
I had been selected for this millennia's Devil games...a competition between the Heaven and Hell, Two factions with 21 competitors each, one world with two energies, Holy energy and hellish energy, this would be what both factions would use to power up. The game is all about amassing points, expanding ones influence and Surviving till the end of the game.
Players from Heaven would only be to use Holy energy as Divine Gods while those from Hell would only be able to use Hellish energy as Demon gods. Each player starts out with only twenty humans and you are to protect them in any way possible.
Losing all your followers and the destruction of your statue or Totem means Death. Points can be used to exchange for different things at a particular time of each month, players can earn points at a steady pace if they are able to get a sponsor.
People are resources to be sort after and this world is created solely for the game.
The only way the players can directly affect the world is through their followers, and obviously having normal Humans running around would be too boring for the game, so we're told that only we can decide how to make our followers stronger.
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I take my time digesting all this information and couldn't help feeling the whole situation was incredulous.
I try to figure out what my totem looked like, apparently it was to portray what ones inner demons looked like, for those from the Hell faction...I have no idea what was the criteria for those from Holy faction.
My statue looked like a man in a rough robe, it had abnormal skinny limbs, his palm spread apart as though he was showing the sky something and his nails looked like cat claws.
On his face he had a distorted mask that looked like a triangle drawn upside down, a full disheveled shoulder length hair, a red light pulsated randomly across the statue, giving it a strange vibe.
"This... Isn't this the costume I used at the movie, 'Twisted faces'? Then this..." Shocked couldn't describe what I feeling. I finally remembered why I had been so excited to meet Mr Patrick.
I had put my heart and soul into playing a character, I spent weeks, building up a back story for it, to the point it began to feel like a part of me, I had even, against all odds and warnings invested into it because I was so sure it would be a hit.
Who knew that the lead actor would mysteriously go missing, then the director was caught in scandal with the female lead and then things started crumbling.
Due to depression at the time, I shifted to drugs...I never took off the costume set, yes yes yes that's right but why don't I remember the rest?.
The buzzing intensified, bringing me out of my thoughts, then it came.
[Ding! Attention all players!! Welcome to the Devil games...!!!]