The stiffness left him. Pain vanished. The world around him new and different.

“!?”

Lance looked around from his position.The blackness now had a red tint to it. Like red lightning bolt had struck it. But even that spectacle was nothing.

For before Lance very eyes-

-Stood a tall black door.

But lance’s attention was stolen, not by it, but by the man simmering beside it.

His long black hair flowed for no reason as if a wind blew just for him. His form shimmered until a man in his thirties walked forward.

His clothes gave him a nicely dressed man for the medieval times. A long black cloak was wrapped around him. His image that of a vine. He looked prickly with all the strange point of his clothes.

The color, though the same, still held their own against the blackness around them.

His presence was impossible to ignore. Every step took Lance’s breath away.

The man’s face was etched into perfection. Lance got red in the face just glimpsing at him.

A being he should never lay eyes on stood near him

If Lance was tall then the man was a giant. He towered above him. A smile was on his face, but not a pleasant one. The kind swindler makes when he finds easy prey.

“To think you would finally arrive here." The man's voice flowed beautifully. Lance was taken in completely by them. Like a moth to a flame.

“Who are you and where am I?!” Lance snapped out of it and found his voice. He needed to get back. He had to.

The man flashed a surprised look, then he began to laugh. The man held his sides and the outburst lasted for a while.

“To think you are that dense,” The man's looked to the top of the blackness. “You have come to the place you cursed the most,” he looked down his nose at Lance. “and you have known of my existence for a long time…..Lance.”

Lance's brain processed the best it could. Then the question came to his mind.

“It can’t…” Their eyes meet. A guilty smile appeared on his face. Fear gripped his heart.

“Your…...God?” But the gears kept turning in his head. “And that is my door?” He looked start at the door. Half-expecting it to disappear.

The man's seemed to think for a bit “well, yes and no. I am God, but I am not” The man spoke in such a way that Lance was lost.

The man nodded to himself and looked down at me. “Then I shall explain to the dumb idiot” He stated then went on before Lance could protest the comment.

“You see God is not a single thing,” He pursed his lips, but he quickly snapped his fingers. “More a collection of human thoughts that rose above and took form.” The man spoke slowly, but even then it still sent Lance head spinning.

“But as the thought kept coming to God soon developed human feelings. The strongest being boredom.  Watching you humans, was boring and uneventful. So he decided to do something,” He smiled evilly. “Can you guess what God did?” it sounded like a question a first-grade teacher asked a problem student.

The only thing that made sense was… “He made the “door” right?”

“Bingo,” He cheered as Lance gave the right answer. “God sent pieces of himself down to earth. These pieces soon wormed their way right next to the human soul.” He pointed his finger at Lance. “And then you humans finally found it. Took you a few centuries but you did.”

Lance listened well but lacked the mental processing ability to keep up at all. The man sighed.

“Basically, I am a part of the whole God which you humans created through your constant belief.” He pointed to himself “ And my appearance is shaped by said beliefs.”  Understanding dawned on Lance.

“So God broke into a million pieces, then those pieces became their own individuals with forms and personas depending on the person they resided in.”

“It is as you say” it was a lot to take in. Here was a part of god. A being people worshiped since the beginning of the human race.

“Why did you appear now? Why appear after I am going to die?” The word nearly caught in his mouth. “Wait I can't stay here! I need to go back!”

“And do what? Eat dirt while you are mercilessly killed for fun. Just like that girl” The look he gave broke a nerve in Lance.

“Shut up!” He was already near dead. Why fear a part of god? “What right do you have to lecture me when you haven’t helped me once. You are about as useless as a damn twig!”

God fell silent. God closed his eyes for awhile then opened them.

“I’m truly glad,” yet he smiled unaffected by Lance’s words. “You are more than ready.” It wasn’t the words that scared lance. It was his eyes.

A burning desire resided in them. “Please allow God to enlighten you, foolish human.”

And so Lance’s years of pain were uncovered.

“You see your “door” is very special. Only six other people have one just like it.” God ran his finger down the darkened frame. “Your “Door” is so much more than anyone could have ever imagined.’ he looked to Lance again. “Calling you an ‘Abandoned by God’ Is rather close.” Lance could only stare at him. “Surely you must realize it now. The bible and many things talk about them. I believe the word is a called..” He seems to search for the word. He then snapped his fingers.

“A Deadly Sin”

Lance's heart froze. His blood chilled. “I’m…..a sin?”

“Yes. Quite the nasty one at that. Surely people’s behavior toward you was struck you as odd.” It was like “you drew their very hate toward you?”

All his years of suffering. All of them. The bullying. The isolation. The very hate toward his being. All of the made sense now.

He was a sin. A being that drew out negative emotions.

I am forsaken by god. Why….did I have to be born?

God grabbed Lance by the hair and pulled him up till they were face to face. “That’s it. Those dark empty eyes. You hate this world yes?” His form looked to be riddled with joy.

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“It marked you as abandoned, they even went as far to isolate you completely. Human beings are not worth your time. You are special.” he let go of Lance’s hair and spread his arms wide like he was entertaining an audience.

Lance, through his pain, shouted out. "Why do I have a sin inside of me!?”

God let go and Lance’s chin fell hard into the ground. “Is it really that surprising” It not like you humans are pure creatures.” he pursed his lips once more “You can't see anything in gray. Always black or white.” He twirled around to face Lance.

“Just look at your history. Millions murdered. Thousand left to die. Hundreds more lost for no reason. Your very nature is dyed crimson with the blood of you own ancestors.” Lance couldn't refute his words. Simply because what he described was happening right now.

A picture perfect example of human cruelty.

“It is only natural that dark emotions would be a part of god. I believe you called them seven heavenly virtues and seven deadly sins. Though the former is never spoke of. Most people don’t know about them.” He walked slowly around Lance. “Mankind's best and worst qualities. Every little detail of feeling was sent to the entity of God”

“Why send them out at all?”

“Don’t you remember? God developed boredom. He needed to be stimulated by something.” he came close again. “What Better way to do so then to come down and become a part of the action.” A smile was one his face as he looked up to the heaven.

“So if you want to blame anyone. Blame you race for tainting God.” He could only stare in shock as the god went on.

“But enough complaining about your broken species. Most of my words come for you know. I can only act and think as you do." that made it all the harder to accept. He had ignored his negative thoughts for years.

“It so fucking stupid” All his years of suffering were happening for a reason.

For God to have fun. To lower his boredom.

“Now let me answer the question in your mind.”

“The thing in your back pocket activated this zone-Err more helped it finally manifest.” Lance pulled out the pocket watch. He brought it to his ear.

Tick

A faint ticking resounded in his ear drum. His hand was shaking terribly.

He dared to open it. Only to see a strange spectacle. The two hands were spinning, clockwise, at high speeds. As if the two hands were having a race.

“The second” is the sin of your door had been released.” God suddenly was up close and personal again. His breath was warm on Lance's ear. He knew the name before God spoke it.

Wrath.

“Your Wrath is burning. If I remember your exact words were ‘I hate his world’ right?” Lance stared at God.

“Do you get it? Those words sparked the hate, it is almost sad how much rage is pouring out of you and yet you are none the wiser.”

The hell is he going on about? Lance thought furiously. God seemed to look through Lance like before. He waved of Lance's questioning gaze and move back to the door.

“It seems you need to be shown.” he snapped his fingers. Lance stopped breathing. Geh was back in the field. But now he was standing over the battered body.

“What the hell” he shook his head. “This can’t”

“Oh but it is. Just look at your face. Look at the absolute hate. The fire burning in your eyes. I can almost see your darkness slaughtering all of them.

“No…. I DON’T DO THIS. THIS ISN’T ME!”

“No running.” A hand seized his neck and brought him in closer to his own face. The face of a demon. “This is you. Look long and hard and realize you were a demon.”

“....” Lance’s face was contorted into an inhuman expression. A wild beast was the best way to put it. His eyes bulged. His teeth were bared like fangs. A deadly light was deep in his eyes.

I can't believe this.!It is an illusion!

“Oh don’t be so surprised. You knew this whole time. I should know. I know you inside…..and out.” His tone was damning. Lance flat lie he was in a sinking swap. Slowly being consumed, the blackness around him.

His legs were already pitch black.

“Enough.” suddenly a chair materialized behind him and he sat crossed leg and rest his chin on his fist, “Why don't you just let your wrath take over?” His voice rose in excitement.

“Why?” he was half sunk in the blackness. “Because there is still time.” Lance's eyes flickered.

“Yes, you can still have your revenge. I did say your “Door” is different.  The toll will be the same, but you “Wish” will actual be granted.”  God chimed in excitement evident in his voice. He was like a kid with a new toy.

“Actual granted?”

“Oh did I fail to mention something important.” He tapped his brain. For a moment he flickered and glowed, but it soon stopped.

“You see, my thoughts and feelings might be yours but I still know many things. Like the fact that every door other that ones like your don’t grant wishes at all.”

“What?! But hundred of people have done it! Surely one wish got granted!”

“Not a single one. Most are just shown an illusion of their desired wish. It never truly happens.”

How many people died for nothing? The new reports as in his childhood were filled with people dying from the door.

“Yep all of them pointless deaths. Why would god give such power to every human? Things would get boring too quickly.” God looked up to the heaven.

“The higher power sure is a sick monster, isn’t he? Giving all you humans such a test knowing full well you will fail it.”

His own mother….dead for a false hope. A rigid test from God.

Burn it to the ground. Reduce it all to ashes.

A blackness enclosed his heart. His body was swallowed by the blackness. Only his head was safe.

“No! I am not like this surely I was human. I was born a human being!”

“And yet the world sees a monster. A mutant to the human race.” God waved his hand, Or in the distance, it appeared.

Alice corpse.

“God played his hand. A hand that got you hated and her killed” His gripped his fist and her visage was gone.

“I am not…”

You are!

“NO!”

“Then what kind of world treat you this way? Surely they have a good reason for treating you like dirt.”

The blackness was slowly going up his neck.

Something inside him was breaking.

“Enough.” God doned a soft expression. Almost like a parent worried about their child. “You have suffered enough.”

“....”

“Fight back. Lay waste to them all. Have your revenge.”

There was nothing left. Lance world was crumbling.

I don't want this anymore.

I have nothing but hate.

This world…... should just burn.

“Will I know how to use the power right away?” His voice lacked ay emotion. Only a beast hidden in human skin remained.

“Yes, I will supply you with the knowledge for it. Though I will need you to offer blood to make it set in stone.” The blackness had gone inside of him….No, it had been there the whole time.

Lance looked over his body. Three ribs, his nose, and his knee were broken. Lance stared for a long moment at the hole in his leg. Plus the hundred bruises all over his body.

“Do you have a preference from where?”

In that moment, God shivered. Before him, a human being broke. But instantly a demon took its place.

Truly terrifying. He threw away his humanity like it was nothing.

“Rage is the only thing I have left in me. No, it was the only thing I ever had. God even gave it to me. I might as well test it” A fist formed and the grip tightening until blood trickled from his palm.

“I would love to pay them back for it,” Lance said this with evil intent burned into each word. Lance was unaware his dead eyes were alive but darker than ever before. An even darker smile on his face.

“I love it, Lance! Our time may have been short, but I am glad to have finally met you." He gripped the open hand.

Creak.

The door made a soft creaking as it open. A black light shot out of it as it opened. Lance felt a burning sensation on his lower neck.He screamed loud as it lasted for what seemed like an eternity. He rolled and shouted but nothing eased his pain.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAH”

“That tattoo is the contract, Just feed it your blood and anger or others. You will be given power in exchange.” God sounded like a little kid, he was jumping for joy almost. An evil smile lit his face. “Here just look.”

The pain finally subsided and Lance inspected his new mark thanks to a mirror having to materialized out of nowhere.

It had five marks that look like a wave like arms each curved slightly to the left.

The arms shot out of a  circle, with a just blank space in the middle. The length of each arm was a rush of sorts. It looked like a very menacing starfish with a hole in the middle.

“Now, go and reap your vengeance! Let the world see TRUE wraith!” god snapped his finger and the world began to collapse.