"Gaaaahhh… Where the hell am I." Akatosh says.

His soul embroils to a place a dimension of its own, this time it was different. He wanders his eyes to see a beautiful elegant angle, a gorgeous looking beauty. As he looks at her, a soft like a feather she was. Her clothing does resemble that of a lonely guardian wearing a very elegant long skirt.

Her slender body fitted through to her clothing. And a robe that covers the maiden through the coldness of the winter. A long sleeve of cloth gloves her arms, yet he could see it in her hand, a hand like a snow-white blizzard in the mountains, smooth and tender. The black color of her cloth does resemble her fine beauty as a maiden in black. What's more, Akatosh saw a crown that covers her forehead. A silver crown holds a marvelous design embed with numerous gems which Akatosh was mostly allures.

"Ahhh… blondie do you know where I 'am." He asks

"This… it's a place of your own, a place that keeps the thing inside of you."

"Okay… do you know how to return to my material self."

She looks through the other side so too Akatosh follows but his surroundings aren't fitted to his perspective, so he proposed her something and a question he follows.

"Do you know how I got myself here?"

"It is by yourself, through your actions that you've entered here."

"Mm-hmm... can I ask you something. Can you change the place a bit? I think I had enough with lights and rays."

She smiled. "You seek what your heart desires and I shall grant it." Upon saying, the place suddenly changes a place of nature same as when God did. The only thing that differs was, there is no edible thing only a place to seek refuge.

The elegant angle catches his attention not just by her beauty but her emotion like a single flower bloom in the open plane full of serenity yet somehow isolated by loneliness. Her gracious words can calm a raging man, her soft-spoken voice melts a person's heart enough for a single man to fill his heart's desire.

Question after question Akatosh asks about the sinister thing that once called to him.

"Blondie if I may… Do you know the other thing like something like death and destruction you know like the opposite of something like yourself?"

She hesitated for a bit. "It is a darkness that dances in the twinkling of the flame. It is the passing of our lord's curse. It harbors no evil nor purity only chaos will he feeds."

"I see…" Akatosh was lost, her words were a puzzle to him, so he just changes the subject.

"So how do I return."

"This place bends at your will, look at every surrounding as you think for a portal to pass."

"Okay." He looks to his left then imagines a portal a door to which it would open to where he once was.

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With just pure concentration the surrounding twist cracking a void revealing a portal.

"Well, isn't this a sight to, see?" He looks to the portal as he too thinks to this place.

"Can I see you again?"

"It's thine heart that I'll be with you through the beginning and the end I will serve thee?"

"You know you're like an NPC (none player character) but," Akatosh says, a smile of desire befalls to through his mental illness.

Before Akatosh would return to his corpses, one step further from the maiden, his right hand quickly grabs her left hand forcing her as they gap each other's body. Shameless without hesitation Akatosh suddenly kissed her without warning. The eyes of the maiden brighten in sensational ecstasy so too Akatosh. The second of tasting her lips felt like hours for the sweetness of her breath mingling with his lips. Yet his real intention was the crown, quickly his hand snatch the majestic item.

Leaving the smoothness of her lips, Akatosh smiled as he walks towards the portal. For the maiden to think she endorses a little bit of pleasure not even realizing Akatosh stole her crown. The angel took a step back avoiding him as she blushes holding her lips.

"I-I…" She couldn't let out a word to said, she was still in dilemma.

"Save it don't worry it's my first too."

"It's not like that." She said somehow embarrassed

"What, is it our Lord's decree? Nahh… I'll talk to him after this if I've got a chance to see him… I guess."

He walks to the portal at a mere inch. "You know-- " Suddenly an arm pushes him to the portal, it was her.

Shouting out while being suck through the void. "I'LL BE BACK FOR YOU! By the way, is this yours?" Akatosh smile, showing her the crown.

"Wait!" The keeper shout after seeing the crown by his hand.

Not by any means of resurrection Akatosh returns to his physical self. A warm sensation touches his chest like a beating warm of sunlight curses through his chest.

"Why isn't this not working."

He heard the voice of a woman pleading through death, Akatosh eyes open to see Ashalain giving him a healing yet riddle by what she's doing.

"Gaaahhhh!" Springing back alive on the bed he was laid to. Touching every part of his body, his chest, his neck, his head to know if he truly returns to his corps. Aside from his resurrection, the crown which he stole from the 'Keeper' is in his hand-- materialize.

"Good… nothing seems to change." Breathing in relief he looks towards Ashalain in her distraught emotion that is filled with happiness, shock, tears, and a little bit of anger towards him.

Quickly hiding her sobbing eyes as she hastily dries her tears. She stood looking down at Akatosh and for a second a slap came without a warning.

Dodging the incoming blow Akatosh knew this woman got brute strength and using his strength would be useless so quickly slide his head avoiding the impact.

"What are you doing!? The last time I see you crying and now you're trying to slap me, why are women sometimes are like this."

"You're an idiot! Are you mocking death!" She answers severely not even concern by the crown he was holding.

After Akatosh's soul gazes out to his body, his physical self was no more than that of an empty shell. His heart stops he was but a dead man no less. Realizing the situation Ashalain quickly cast her healing magic but the little thing that her magic could do was but warm his chest. The moment Ashalain pours her entire healing to a lifeless man her past quickly erupts from the grave. A lover she once lost not knowing why she buried memories suddenly dug out, unsure she still forces all her energy to him.

Griping her arms ready to knuckle him hard, humor wasn't going to save him today, so he needs the old chastise but he thought otherwise.

"I've met death several times, twice is by your doing."

She pouts mumbling to say sorry, instead, she quickly left the room.

"That seems to work… Well, I need a bath, a really good bath."

Akatosh looks through his place to see his bag laying around atop a table. Before his hand touches the fabric of his magical bag, he hesitates.

"Okay, mister so-called fate… There will be no chaos thing or whatever."

Snatching to face what was coming he felt nothing, "Whoop… thank goodness, I had enough of visions and things I hope there will be no blackout because it sucks to fall flat without knowing."

"I need to bath real-time."