The floor is hard and full of dirt, but it will have to do for now.

"Okay, first, please put on something Ben, although I appreciate the eye candy I can't talk to you while you're naked."

Another gust of wind, and now Ben has an exact copy of my clothes, right down to the bullet hole in the jacket.

"Is this okay, mortal?"

No, it's not. I really wanted to see more but I need to focus.

"Yes, thank you. First, you said something about my soul and then a mission. The magic ball wasn't able to brief me on any of those topics, so please, explain."

It seems to mull over something for a couple of minutes, but I wait patiently.

"I will explain first your mission, mortal."

I stop him before he can continue.

"Please stop calling me mortal, I have a name you know?"

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"Okay."

Uh, he is surprisingly agreeable.

"Then continue please."

"Understood. As I was saying, you have a mission, Martin. My master is an incredibly powerful being, his prowess is unmatched, yet he is not perfect, for there are things that even he will struggle with."

"And I guess that's where I come in, right?"

It blinks.

"Yes, like I said, your soul is something truly special. Don't you wonder how you were able to see me while I was invisible to everyone else?"

I thought that I was crazy, that I was losing my mind, that he was just the byproduct of my fears.

"It's because you can see beyond your own reality, Martin, you are a medium to what others can not see or feel."

"Oh, so I can see ghosts? Neat."

It glares at me with anger.

"Don't interrupt me, mortal."

"Sorry, please continue."

It huffs with exasperation while shaking his head.

"It's not just that, humans with those abilities, although rare, are a dime a dozen across the multiverse."

"Then why me?"

"Because of how similar the structure of your soul is to ours, mortal. My species lives beyond the veil of reality, we exist in chaos, we live in the thin gap between each universe."

Oh shit. Am I really dealing with Cthulhu and his lackey?

"We live in a higher dimension, yet we cannot get out of there, we are forever trapped, we can't cross the veil of reality that separates us."

Thank God for that.

"And although most of us don't mind, others seem suffer because of it, my master is a being of incredible powers, able to dominate many and govern a good part of my home."

I don't like where this is going.

"But he wants more, he isn't content with the situation at hand."

He stops and looks at me. Oh fuck, really?

"I'm not helping Cthulhu and you invade other realities if that's what you want from me."

It blinks and looks at me with incomprehension.

"Who is this Cthulhu, and why would we invade other realities?"

Now I look at him with incomprehension.

"Because... because that's your thing? You corrupt people into insanity and that sort of stuff?"

Maybe I shouldn't have said that?.

"That's very racist of you, mortal."

He gets up and then disappears.

Fuck, what just happened?.