Rhodney was thankful that he couldn’t feel fear. Screaming near this apparent deity wouldn't've been a good look. As Rhodney went to respond to the little ball, he suddenly heard the sound of shuffling. The ball shuddered with an energy that he immediately recognized as bad.

Without thinking, Rhodney leaped back seemingly on instinct. He was glad he did that. Because the way the creature expanded outward almost gave the soul the ability to scream. Without warning, the nucleus of the being shot out into thousands of flagella that wiggled out into all directions. After reaching a point around itself the bright yellow noodles spun as if grabbed by an invisible fork.

Spinning.

Spinning.

And spinning.

Until eventually the creature looked less like a medicine ball of light, and more like a big ball of string… of light. Then came the shaking. It vibrated with a vigorous Intensity. With a purpose, protrusions hit the ball with the loud sound of a fist hitting rubber. Rubber banning back into and out of the ball.

Like something was fighting.

Like something was trying to break out.

Like an egg was hatching.

He needed to get out of here! The reverence was immediately displaced by an objective. Survive! He zoomed with that same propulsion he had found before. Taking his attention away from the extra terrestrial celestial.

He flew through space, turning away from the creature. He didn’t know if he could look back while he was running in this form, but he wasn’t in the mood to experiment. He could’ve sworn he could feel his body losing steam, but he pushed whatever buttons needed to be pressed. Exhausted, all of the exhaust pipes. Full send it, he wanted to live! He kept moving forward, not looking back until… Bonk. Oh no. Bonk. No, no, no, no… He tired one more time even though he had realized what had happened.

Bonk. The loud sounds immediately sounded worse knowing that he wasn’t just in an expanse of stars and clouds.

He was in a fish bowl.

A cage.

It was just a wallpaper.

And he was trapped.

The restraints of whatever was keeping him calm had slowly been peeling as he’d gotten farther and farther from the beast. And by this point he was at least 20 yards away. So it was gone by now. His breathing was loud as he desperately tried to hold onto something. His shirt? He didn’t have one. A table? In space? He then settled on falling against the wall staring up at the egg that now reached a point of lunacy. Angry loud slaps of percussion that gave any creature the deep impression of the beast's hunger. BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!

Rhodney chuckled, but nothing was funny. Some heaven this was…

The egg suddenly stops moving. Its body hung like a mangled mess of clay. Rhodney hangs on every second it just sits there.

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Still.

Floating.

Like a deformed jellyfish.

He tries to breathe. It’s okay. It’s stopped. It can't hurt you. It won't hurt you… You’re okay. He wanted to hold his knees. The breathing he’d been doing had just been him simulating the noises, but he didn’t care. He tried to close his eyes, but like a fixed camera his view just stared at the scene. By the time the being started to drag its sagging, wet looking body towards him, he had already resigned his fate.

He was going to die again…

Slowly, out of the soft eggshell, a giant hand slowly started pushing its way out. A long claw of yellow light that while sharpened to a point, seemed gentle.

It… Was it humming?

It gingerly pulled its eggshell apart. Trying its best to not ruin the egg like someone who loved their wrapping paper. It pressed its head on the surface and slowly revealed itself.

It…

Hmm…

It was hard to describe.

But the being that floated out had the perfect body to match its face.

An amorphous human shape. But with none of the features. No eyes. No mouth. No eyes. Not even the bump of a nose. And an elongated head that made him think of a xenomorph. Its body made entirely out of light.

As it floated out of the egg, the being had those long claws that he saw before. Sorry, it’s body is entirely one shade so they could’ve been sharp, long, fingers. Rhodney had no way of knowing. Its body went down to a yellow torso with no legs. Only the wisp of a tail at the bottom. It’s entirely streaked light, just like the ball and the egg. Leaving an impression on the black backdrop like chalk rubbed against the sidewalk.

[To answer your question,] it talked with a slightly, deeper voice this time, but still almost robotic, [This is… my space. I use it to watch people who could be threats to the planet. I’m terribly sorry for that display, but I had to…] They stretched their arms back with no pops. Giving the imitation (or bastardization) of a stretch. [Break in the new body!] Rhodney could hear the smile on his face, but could not share in the jubilation.

“What… are you?” He asked.

[Ahh damn,] The creature's snap made a sound Rhodney didn’t recognize. [I suppose introductions are in order.] It reached out its hand too fast. Its giant hand took up the entirety of the soul's vision. The young soul almost leaped out of its skin but the creature seemed unfazed. Its cheeks give slight indents where the dimples would be.

[My name is The Guardian. And I'm here to eliminate you.]

…

Just his luck huh.

By now all the proverbial film had been torn off. The film of the emotional blockers, the film of the idea that he could go to heaven. And the film of this creature being an angel. It’s head cocked slightly, staring at Rhodney as he just thought of himself. His hand just hanging in empty space.

“I’m not shaking your hand.” He said with all the venom he could pull.

Rhodney almost felt bad as the creature slowly put its hand down. He’d always been empathetic, being able to take apart how someone felt vs how they behaved. And for some reason it had been on a steady climb the longer he was staring at this creature. Feeling the creature's reluctance as it looked at him. Feeling its wants to comfort something younger than itself.

Sorry. He wasn’t going to make this any easier for them.

It almost felt like the universe itself wanted Rhodney to die. At least he had gotten confirmation.

“So there’s no heaven. No gate. Nothing.”

He had somewhat understood it when he woke up in the void, but the creature’s existence of The Guardian, made Rhodney throw out the entire book. He knew nothing and humans got it wrong. Least he could take solace in the fact that he got that part correct.

[You're wrong.]

The minute the creature read his mind he immediately stopped.