Death couldn't see Timothy’s reaction to the summoning of the book of death due to Platonia’s fog. He wondered what he thought about the book’s unsightly appearance.
“It’s not anything complicated because of the realm we are in now. Just hold the book and imagine your name being erased. You’ve been given full permission by me, Death’s aspect.”
“Uh, it’s that simple? I thought it would have been a more complicated process or at the very least something more exciting.”
Timothy opened up his mind’s eye and imagined his name being erased from the book before him. Once he was done a strange feeling came onto him.
Shackles that he had never seen or felt before appeared on his body. Each one slowly broke off falling down on the foggy floors of Platonia.
“What are these chains? My body feels lighter with their absence. This feel like I have gained immense freedom over something even though I’m not too sure.”
“Those were the chains of mortality, it’s the fundamental difference between a mortal and an immortal. You’ll probably find out more about them in your journeys from now on.”
“How do you know that? Why would you assume that I would be even interested in finding out more about them?”
“Because those who involve themselves in mysticism usually end up dying to it, especially for mortals, whether you were one previously or have broken out of the shackles of mortality.”
“Let’s cut the chit-chat Death and move forward with the plan. I’m about to summon the portal to our dimensional block, but first I need to create a chant for both of us."
“A chant? Is that how you communicate with this realm?”
“Yes, I’m not entirely sure but for this realm to do specific actions, you have to create chants to invoke it’s power.”
“Alright, do it. I’ll be here watching from the side-lines.”
Timothy, hadn’t mentioned the events of the book of Melvin, the blood vortex or even the name of this realm to Death this entire time. To him, some secrets were best kept unknown. It wouldn’t do him any good for a being such as Death to be researching this place and his existence.
“Two beings stranded in foggy lands, seeking to return home. Contemplating about the devil’s hand, Death the elder remained unknown. For the mortal who seeks sight, hidden above was starry night. Death and the mortal roamed, cross blocks built on Rome.”
With a another grand appearance a door emerged. It didn’t look special in anyway but for it’s effect, it held high significance to both Death and Timothy.
“Mortal, I never received your name. You people have those right?”
“I am who I am. I don’t really posses a name, call me whatever you see fit.”
Death stopped all movement as he stared at the fog that shrouded Timothy. It was simple words but these words held heavy meaning.
“You… I’ll act as if I didn’t hear that.”
“Uh, Okay I guess? Anyways, let’s get a move on it and hope for the best."
“How about this mortal. I’ll do you favour and in return you do me favour. It’s an offer that you couldn’t possibly resist.”
“What is it?”
“In case we end up at each other’s destination, I’ll give you a suit to survive in my realm and a substitution mark so we can switch positions. Not only am I guaranteeing you your safety but I am giving you a free cosmic suit with it.”
“What’s the catch? What do you want in exchange? Things that sounds too good to be true usually end up being spoilt."
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"Don’t worry mortal, it’s a simply request that any life form could do.”
“Timothy doubted Death’s words. He didn’t think a being of this magnitude needed to lie or cheat him so what choice did he have but to just trust him for now?”
“Alright, I’ll accept your deal, let’s hope all goes well.”
In the same moment, a suit appeared on Timothy. It didn’t look particularly special, in fact it could be described as looking like an ordinary space suit from his world. He didn’t doubt its effect though as this was gifted from the quite literal meta physical manifestation of death. With the suit, a mark of infinity appeared on his left hand as well.
“Death, let’s hop in and hope everything goes smoothly.”
“Alright , we’ll depart now.”
The mortal and god walked through the door. Both hoping to reach their destinations and both possessing fates that will meet again.
It was immense heat, a complete contrast to what Timothy faced in Platonia earlier. This was an infinite tunnel which gave entry into space and time. He didn’t know how long he had been there or when he had reached to his destination. He simply knew he had arrived.
“Where am I? Am I finally back in my dimensional block?”
Timothy looked around to his now unfamiliar surroundings. He was in the middle of a sea.
It was an infinite pitch black sea containing an uncountable amount of stars. Everything was pitch black around him. This was Death’s realm located at the edge of reality, it was called the “Infinity Sea”.
Timothy stared at the sea completely hypnotized by it’s oddity. Memories flowed in his brain like cool water. These were the memories of the dead. The lives of billions, trillions no an immeasurable amount of life forms were flowing into his brain. He was reliving all of their lives and all of their experiences before their death.
He hadn’t realized it as yet but through this short experience his knowledge in the category of death had reached a level that that was beyond common imagination. The effect was amplified even further because of the removal of his mortal shackles.
“This.. What was even the point of all those people’s lives. Just an endless cycle of death and rebirth. These people went through all of this for no justifiable reason. All to be washed away again into the irrelevance of the cosmos.”
“Its ironic, you would think after all of those memories I saw I would be somewhat closer to the truth. But the more I understood, the less I realized I knew.”
Timothy wasn’t paying attention but a burning sensation was coursing through his hand. It originated from the mark of infinity. This was the substitution mark left by Death. In a split second, Timothy disappeared and with his disappearance appeared Death.
“Did he see it? Did he peek into the seas of infinity and still keep his sanity? Maybe this human child could be of use to me.”
In the split second that Death stayed at Timothy’s home, he had already found out everything about him. Simple knowledge about a human mortal wasn’t something he didn’t have access to for he was nigh omniscient.
“To think that a simple human child, could stir up this much trouble. I sense the coming of a new epoch. The beginning of a new age. Maybe he’ll be the driving force behind it. If that’s the case, I’ll take advantage of the situation from now.”
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Timothy woke up in a daze again. This time, he didn’t get up immediately. He laid on the floor and took some time to think about everything he had went through to reach back home. The whole experience had been life changing for Timothy and he was sure that a normal life as a human could no longer be suitable for him.
He opened his eyes and sure enough, it was that familiar musty house he had only known for not even a full day now.
“Hahahaha! I’m finally back. I never thought I’d return!”
“The room isn’t covered in blood tho!? It looks the exact same as before. Don’t tell me that all of that was a dream?”
Timothy looked around for a sign, but he didn’t find anything.
He didn’t have any legitimate proof that what he went through wasn’t just a dream. But he suddenly remembered!
“The book? The book of Melvin. Where is it? Timothy looked in his palm and the sign of the inverted cross was still there. It glowed red and with it’s glow a familiar black book appeared out of thin air.”
“It was real! So it wasn’t a dream.
What now then, what should I do? After all of this I feel strange.”
Timothy looked into the ceiling with uncertainty, it was still night and hardly any time had passed since his bloody incident . Time truly doesn’t flow in Platonia.
After all his past experiences, especially after reliving so many memories he was completely unsure what direction to take his life in now. But a vaguely
familiar voice entered his head giving him both reassurance and hope.
“Timothy… Don’t be frightened. It’s Death speaking to you through your mind.”
“Death, is that you!? You were a psychic as well? Also, how the hell do you even know my name!?”
“I know and can do many things beyond your comprehension. Trivial things like that shouldn’t surprise you. Anyways it’s time you do me the favour that you owed. I have a job for you in another dimensional block. Be ready by next midnight, approximately in 24 hours.”
“Huh? What could I possibly do for you? Couldn’t you just do it yourself? Your vastly more powerful than I.”
“I can’t explain now, just be ready by next midnight.”
Timothy stood there trembling, just as his problems had been solved. He had somehow still ended up being involved into new troubles regarding mysticism.