I woke up with a start again.
Ugh, what the hell, my head is killing me! I can feel my head throbbing.
"Ughhhh he... help."
Magic ball where are you? I feel like I'm going to die. Oh Fuck, am I going to die again?
"Please... anyone."
"It seems that you are in pain mortal, let me help you."
Is that Ben? I try to answer but the pain is too much.
"Hmmm, I understand. You shouldn't have looked at it. His holy form is not for mortals like you to see."
"Worry not mortal, my master has instructed me to help you. I will seal those memories."
I pass out.
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I wake up again, with a heaving chest and a mild headache.
"Are you well mortal?"
A voice asks me from behind, ugh, my head, It shouldn't be healthy to constantly pass out and wake up like that.
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"Ben, is that you?"
"My name is not Ben Mortal."
"Well, how was I supposed to know? You never said anything, you jackass!"
"My form wasn't strong enough for me to communicate with you mortal, only during the alignment of the celestial forms was I able to pass through the veil of reality."
"I didn't understand a thing. What's your name then?"
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"B̸̛̬̼̠̘͇̪̜͕̻̬̲̰̳̭̺͖͔͚͓͚͎̥̥̠̱͈̈́́͊̽ę̶̰̟̙͉̙̟̲̖̲̻͉͙̥́̏́̋̌̈͊̑̕̕ņ̷̻̜̬͙͙͈͙̈́̂̀̃̋͂̀̌̇͝n̷̢̦͓̱̹͔̜̟̲̮̤̳̈̂͛̽̔̌̐́̌̔̐͛̆̒̐͌̑͑͊͌͒̕̚͠͝͝ͅi̶̛̘̠̹̣̦̟̺̻̞͎͓̼̺̟͊̏̎̓̈́̐̈́́̐̊͗̍̃̔̀̆̓̈͂̏͊̑͛̕͜͝͝͝ͅf̵̖̪̖̜́̀͒̔ḙ̶̡̰͚̬̮̝͎͕̗̥̞̯͈̩͖̬̰̫͍̯̫̲̦̘͓̙͔̱͈͓͈͊̓͗̑̃̀̅́̒̈͐͑́̆̂̉̒̌͜͜͝͝͝ͅr̵̨̧̢̢͙̬̲̞̰̼̠̘͉̜̹͍͍̯̻͔̤̮̘̩̝̺̺̠̘͍̞̲̤͙̝͊̍̍̇̍̂͊̄̽̅̐̔͐́͌̈́̏̕͠͠ͅ"
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"What?"
"You asked for my name."
I look at him/her? with suspicion.
"That sounded like Bennifer."
"No, no it doesn't."
Sigh, for now I will be the bigger guy and drop the subject, for now.
"Well, thanks for the help anyway. I thought that I was going to die for a second there."
"You were indeed dying mortal, consider yourself lucky that my master was generous enough to send me to help you in your mission."
"Yeah, about that first, where are we? And second what mission?"
Since my headache subsided and I can focus in other things I look around at where I am, and boy this doesn't look pretty.
"Currently we are in Hell's kitchen Manhattan."
"Manhattan? but how? I was in Portland, Ben please tell me you didn't kidnaped me to the other side of America."
I eye up Ben with suspicion.
"I did not kidnap you mortal, my master brought your soul here, and I reconstructed your body."
"Pardon me?"
"You died, mortal."
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Yes, I died.
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I...I don't know what to say, without thinking about it, I touch my chest with my hands but it's as if nothing had happened.
"How...how is this possible? I saw the bullet in my chest, I felt the bullet in my chest! I DIED!!"
"Calm down mortal, you are well now."
"Calm down? CALM DOWN!?! I FUCKING DROWNED IN MY BLOOD, I WAS SHOT! I SAW MY DEATH!"
"Yes, but you are whole now, I don't see the issue mortal."
This fucking eldritch horror has the gall to even cock his head to the side as if to show confusion.
I died, and now I'm alive again.
I died.
I grab my head with desperation while I try to walk away from Ben.
"Ouch, what the hell."
Didn't manage to go very far before feeling a sharp pain in my foot.
"Is this a freaking nail?"
Wait hold up, that's not important.
"I'm naked? What the hell Ben!?"
"Oh yes, you humans seem to attach importance to that, pardon me."
With a flick of one of his tentacles a gust o wind appears and I'm forced to close my eyes, when I open them again I see that I'm wearing the same clothes from the day I died, and I know because I can see the freaking bullet hole in my jacket.
"Really Ben?"