A man stands in a city of light in the midst of a dark abyss; a shining beacon in utter darkness.

The buildings shine with a soft golden light, reflected off the multitude of gems decorating the walls. A normal person might be struck blind such is the sheer beauty of this city. The man, however, merely looked ragged and worn. Instead of amazed his eyes only looked pained and tired. His armor, made of a golden material which reflected the lights of the city, gave off a soft glow. The man began towards the tallest building of the city.

"How many times has it been? How many have I killed? How many worlds have I traveled? When will it be enough?" These questions were muttered by the man as he hurried towards his destination, a large building in which some worlds would be called a sky scrapper, only this was no ordinary building. As beautiful as the city was, it paled in comparison with this building. Upon arriving the man walked to a women seated behind a desk. This women was not just a beauty, she was the very definition of beauty. Her soft delicate features looked up at the man. "Back so soon?" the women remarked with a sarcastic smile. The man made a gesture which on some worlds, might cause a fight. However, this women simply laughed and said "He is waiting for you in the usual spot." The man walked past the seated women to an elevator. Pushing the button for the highest floor, he quietly waited for the elevator to reach its destination.

The elevator stopped with a ding and the man exited. In front of him was a penthouse of a sort. The walls were decorated with beautiful murals consisting entirely of diamonds, sapphires, rubies, and other valuable gems. "Fuck you.", the man finally spoke. This was of course, directed to the other man in front of him. A laugh rose from this man and he said "Oh Alric, how long as it been?" "You know its only been a few days since we last talked, asshole." Alric's previously exhausted gaze was now a picture of fury. "Really, you finished that last job the fast?" the other man responded apparently surprised. "You know I did. You should of felt it when I killed that last demon lord. He was almost as strong as one of you." "Nonsense, none are as powerful as us gods. After all, you were able to beat him and your just a mortal. Now what did you want to talk to me about?" "About my re-" The other man cut him off quickly. "Let me guess, you want your eternal rest now?" "Yes, you said this was the last job. After this one I could finally rest." The god merely grinned. "Did I? I must of forgot. Terribly sorry about that, but a new job just came up and I need you to-" "No, fuck you and fuck your jobs. If you want to keep your worlds in order, you go down there and do it yourself, I'm done being your slave." Alric turned to leave but was stopped by an immovable force. "You don't give the orders here and you don't turn your back on me while we are talking." "Fuck you." Gathering his strength he broke through the binds stopping him from moving. "You dare resist the will of the God Reagent? I see you need to be taught another lesson." Faster than the eye could see Alric turned to face the angered god, his sword drawn. Just as he had finished positioning his sword, a spear made of pure golden light struck Alric's blade. Sparks flew and the two weapons resounded with a high pitched whine. A few moments passed as a god and a mortal pit their strengths against each other. The god's gold blade began to crack, however, the god unexpectedly smiled. "Did you forget? Your strength comes from the Tribunal, and moreover, me the God Reagent." Suddenly, Alric lost his strength. He was quickly pushed down on to his knees as he attempted to resist the God Reagent's strength. "I will kill you I fucking swear it." The Reagent laughed heartily. "Time for that lesson I mentioned. I'll see you in a bit. Well, it will feel like a century to you." With that, the God Reagent snapped his fingers and suddenly Alric found himself naked and floating in a dark abyss. Suddenly, like if his blood was replaced with pure fire, he screamed. The torture had only begun.