(A.N.: This chapter is a bit longer, an apology for the prior one, but has not so much going on. Next chapter the pace will pick up considerably.
Don't forget the poll in the last chapter.
And that was all from me, I hope you enjoy! :D )
'..... do not look for me, I am an adult after all and it was my decision. I loitered around on your expenses for far too long, it is time I give you back, tenfold. I have never told you but I amassed a bit of a fortune that will now be all yours. Do not ask where it came from or how I got my hands on such a sum, just accept it, please.
Lots of Love, your stupid son, Leonard Wigenber.'
I folded the letter and slipped it through underneath the door.
"So that's that.", I sighed and stretched a bit, unwillingness keeping me staring at the door for longer than I wished.
'Hah... I need to take this step. I will come back for sure...', I promised myself and parted away, my eyes no longer drawn to the old door, behind which was what I called 'home'.
For now I'd leave this world as it is, mind you that the day will come were all all this filthy muck and scum will be smitten by my hands. But not now, now I want to live a life without restrictions, experience not this world only but all those strewn about in the boundless universes and dimensions. And -as unlikely as it is- if I find no suitable world I will just make my own. A holiday resort of sorts.
It is an inexplicable feeling, knowing that you are God, or at least a sort of proxie for God. The feeling overwhelms you, empowers you. On one hand you now know that you can do everything you wish but at the same time you doubt the reality of the situation, think to yourself that you are just dreaming lucidly. Maybe dreaming once in a while wasn't so bad.
I freed myself from my soliloquy, from the distracting thoughts and wishes. What I needed was a clear mind, I was after all on the search of worlds untold lightyears away.
What I wanted to experience was: Magic! Who wouldn't?! I wanted to see genuine magic, unlike my boundless power that was most likely origin of all. How would people wield the abbreviations of my primal might? What could they achieve with such colossal gifts?
On earth we reached heights unheard of before, we dominate our world in such a way that a tiny click could destroy it all and all of this without any inherent, heaven defying power. Just. With. Pure. Wits.
So, what possibilities openned themselves up in a world where the sapient, sentient and feral alike plied with such indomitable powers? I needed to see it with my own eyes!
I craned my neck, looked up into the nightsky and the moon I have come to live under. My mind found its destination and with just a *snap* the vista changed.
And I must say, I have never seen such beauty before.
The sky was ablaze with millions of stars centered around a majestic moon of brilliant azure sheen. A large, iridescent disc of coruscant stardust caressed the moons electrifying presence, elevating the otherwise simple cluster of rock into unimaginable augustness. It was like the aureate halo of an angel but marbled in sapphire blue. A mighty aegis, the patron of this world, a watchful sentinel.
It was.... truly wonderful. A nightsky unlike any other.
And here I stood.
In a foreign world, in a foreign place.
To pay tribute to this virgin world I had to change myself. This appearance was not befit of someone that was stranded in a world as supernatural as this. Adapt was the key word, though a fair share of curiosity was present as well. I'd really love to let out my inner child now that the situation demanded it.
I wanted something as majestic as this world, no, surpassing it! I was a God after all! Why should I let myself be vilified just because this world surprised me for a bit with its common beauty. I stand above it! I am supreme!
What I needed was a form that conveyed strength abundant, a form that would bring all to their knees. Something regal and majestic. The image of a dragon should commensurate the likes of mine, but I needed something beyond that and neither did I wish for my human form to disappear completely, I did not want to lose myself to much in the fantastic.
With a second thought I created a simple image of a humanoid creature, it appeared before me as a figure alit by black space and sparkling stars, like the universe itself.
Tall and lean but with power boiling beneath the skin; a rugged face, handsome and savage at once, with my same amber coloured eyes, but more prominent now with highlights of gold.
As the thoughts left my mind the mannequin began to adopt the changes. Tall, very tall, around 6.5 feet to be exact, with pronunced muscles and chock-full of red hot runes. 'That's new.', I thought but in all honesty I liked the change. They had this untamed and tribal air to them. The engrailed crimson under my chiseled body was reminiscent of meandering magma channels scarring the face of volcano on the verge of bursting. I really liked it.
For the final touches I turned the skin into a haler shade, kissed into an auburn tone as if by the sun itself, and brightened my dirty blonde hairs into liquid or. I took a step back and surveyed the cosmic being.
It was... awe-inspiring and the effigy of my future self. I was trembling in joy and anticipation.
But what it needed was this unique feature that elevated it from filthy normalcy.
I went with angst-inducing slits striking my eyes and a pair of metallic wings at my back spanning over 30 feet. Clad in argentine tinted plates the wings exuded dignity and sublimity. Scratching my chin I thought something was still missing.
I made the runic formations on my body coalesce on my sternum into a sort of bubbling vent in scorching red, beating feverishly like a heart. But it was still not enough!
If I get the chance to make my wishes come true I will not stop halfway through.
Claws. I needed claws and should worry later if this is even remotely human anymore.
I sheathed my hands all the way up to the first half of my lower arm in basaltic rock, rutted with the same red flow of pyroclastic energy. My legs underwent the same treatement up to the first half of my shins. Fingers and toes alike now tipped off in razor sharp, obsidian fangs. 'So badass'.
I perused the body once more, looking it up and down and looking for any kinds of faults. My sights stopped between the legs, I jerked together and cringed. 'Phew, nearly forgot the most important part.', I mused to myself and let out a low chuckle. I won't be able to call myself a man without... well, my manhood, my junk, after all.
Now, though I was a male after all and would love to just flaunt my monstrous... *ehem* around I would rather have it proportionate to my height. Eight inches and a half with considerable girth seemed more than just enough to please any woman.
With my godly strength and endurance I should have went for an even smaller... phallus, if I don't want to hurt any future partners, but my male ego didn't allow me to decrease the size. It was hellbent on its decision.
Those were the final touches and with that done I could finally try out my new body.
You might think it would feel weird, disgusting to some degree even, to swap bodies just like that, but it wasn't. This body after all was in every way the culmination of my wishes come true. From the wings to the claws and the flowing veins of red it was all how I willed it, and it felt soooo good.
I openned my eyes, my new and better eyes, and at the same time made my old body, my archaic cast, disappear. If I wanted to I could re-create it whenever I want so no worries there.
It felt so different but at the same time so familiar. It was the self I thirsted for but could never become. But I did.
The wings on my back unfolded, seized the sky with their massive span and let blazing light rain down upon the earth like the tears of the stars themselves.
Earth shattered into dust, trees were upturned like they were a giant's toys and the air screeched from the dazzling fullminations. Nature roared in pain, quaked in terror and crumbled into ruins as the world shifted its course through the advent of my coming; And the night was illumed as I commanded it, in the fires only purgatory could rival!!!
'This power! This strength! IT FEELS... SO... GOOD!!!'
The high calmed down, my body that had unbeknownst to me stood above the clouds floated down and gently my clawed feet touched the scorched ground.
'Shameful...', this was a shameful display of unleashed furore on a world that did not deserve such treatement. I couldn't believe how easily I have let myself be washed away by the torrents of power, the ecstasy of destruction, the erasure of innocent lives. It was the right decision to try my power beforehand and not on earth. It could have spelled disaster, one that even if unmade would still scar my heart. Killing the sinful was one thing but killing innocents another. Even as a God I'd love to avoid it.
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My frenzy deterred by the cooling realisation I could only exhale deeply. "Oh man...", my deep-throated voice boomed in chagrin.
I retracted my wings into my back, now nil but two silvern spikes padding my shoulderblades. Like my wings the red veins underwent the same process, softly smoothing out until they were nothing more than dark stripes, tattoos of some sort; and so did my gauntlets and cuisse, only that the skin now looked a tad bit darker around those parts.
My natural armor had some sort of connection to my subconsciousness and emotions. Me likey. That way I don't need to focus on such changes to much. Though I could just wish my armor to always perfectly fit the occassion, nah, then I won't have anything to do.
After being done with returning into a less diabolic and more approachable form I took my time to oversee the disaster I created.
It was worse than I thought.
If someone told me that a damned a-bomb dropped here I won't doubt them for a second. The land was turned flat, into a grey wasteland with ashen rain pelting from up above. Small patches of fire were still ravaging onwards but most had already been reduced to cinders, consumed by even more destruction.
"Better take responsibility.", I grumbled and clasped my hands.
Like it was second nature to me I began turning time backwards. On the destroyed plains the first stubs of charcoaled woodland sprouted, catched on fire but instead of getting devoured they grew against it, higher and higher until they formed a fully fledged forest. Trees thrown far away returned from the horizon and rooted themselves once again into the soil. Where inferno raged small rivlets and crystaline water began to burble afresh. Destroyed mountains fully re-constructed themselves, as if a giant magnet was pulling it back together again. And soon the voice of life returned as well.
Chirps of pain turned into panic, then unease and finally silence. The flora has returned to its nightly repose and only the occasional sound of predators scouting and stalking echoed through the greenery. Balance was restored, though the living of silvan ignorant about the gruesome fate they had just escaped.
They had luck. Not like I could say anything considering MY luck is plainly through the roof.
I was not exhausted but still decided to sit down, just taking in the scenery I was completely oblivious to.
It all hit me then.
That I was just two days ago a normal human, broke a world record in bench pressing, travelled back in time, faced death in form of cancer -I still needed to heal that girl-, killed a whole lot of murderers and psychopaths and then decided to travel to a completely different world, maybe billions of lightyears or even whole dimensions from my old home apart. And now I even had a completely different body, so unlike the smaller and chubbier version of my past.
It all just hit me as I sat there. Bringing tears to my eyes, of joy and sadness. Before I haven't experienced this world at least, watched magic in its full splendor, I won't return. Whatever it was that compeled me to do so won't tire until it is satisfied.
But that was not the only thing, what really pained me, what crawled under my skin and made me feel faint, was this unimaginable feeling of solitude.
That I was truly on my own in this world, that my parents won't support me from the back -no matter how much they shout at me I respect them still-, that my friends won't laugh with me the next time I tell a joke, that it was ME who left them...
My first day in a fantasy world and I am already homesick... so pathetic.
I wiped the tears away and stood up.
Somehow I had to distract myself, and I knew exactly how.
Summoning a thick axe into my right I began logging off the nearest tree. *Thwack* *Thwack* *Thwack* *Crack!*. After the third hit the tree toppled on the struck spot. It felt nice to have something to do. And what I wanted to do was to build a small lodge of sorts.
Just a small hut for the time being.
'Though before that I needed something different.', I cracked a smile as my junk swung with each strike from side to side, an uncomfortable sensation to have it slap against your thighs all the time while you handle something as sharp as an axe.
I continued chopping away at another dozen of trees, now endued with gruff leather pants made from thick, black hide. Of course my upper body was left exposed, it felt good and probably looked glorious.
As I let time fly by I noticed a pecularity. I actually needed to chop the wood! It took around three hits for a tree to fall but my strength should be far above that. It was weird -As of late many things were 'weird' to me, huh...-.
I theorized it had once again something to do with my subconsciousness. After all, what would happen if I actually use all the strength this body possesses? I would cleave through this world and farther galaxies alike as if it was warm butter. A frightening thought.
Because I had not the patience to emery the wood, varnish it, cut it into shape, correctly assemble it and afterwards nail it together I just willed it to happen.
To chop the wood was an excellent exercise but I really didn't want to do all the other laborous chores. Just to have a safe file I uploaded all the knowledge in house building into my brain; don't know when you want to impress a lady by building her a house, you can never be too sure.
The wood fell into place, the bark was stripped off, unevenness was ground away, the pieces were cut into their actual shape, a chestnut brown coating was applied and then finally everything was nailed together. The result was nothing to sneeze at.
The cabin looked... cozy. Yeah, that's a way to describe it. It looked inviting and homey.
'Huh... Looks nice.', with that thought I stepped inside the empty house, a bit indignant that my wish didn't automatically include furnishing.
Because it had two floors I had much leeway in the form I could fashion my new home.
On the first floor I added cushioned couches and stools facing an insulated fireplace and a wide spanning terrace, it was the parlor of sorts; smooth, lightbrown carpet covered the whole ground; a fully functional freezer -Which I just made 'work'. It just does. Defying all known physics.- filled with meat and some easily persihable vegetables and fruits stood in the kitchen compartement; and a storage room which I filled with smoked goods, herbs, nuts and seeds as well as many kinds of grains could be accessed there as well.
Now I had the bare necessities, time for the luxuries!
An underfloor heating system covered the two floors of the cabin, in a far off corner I build a toilet with fully functional drainage and added in a seperate room a large bath.
For the second floor I simply wished for a three room complex with large beds each made from the finest material, night stands and wardrobes were included as well.
'Now that all is done.', I cracked my fingers and looked around. 'This looks nicer than at home, doesn't it?'
A bit giddy and excited I entered the heating system via a control panel lodged on the front door, cleverly disguised as just another wooden surface, before awareness came and I realized that I forgot something rudimentary. Lights!
The chandelier and other different small-sized lights were definitely nice to look at.
The heater turned on and the lights dimmed to a low I made myself fall into the couch with a satisfied grin. This was a wonderful home, one that my mother would love to clean each and every day. And surely my father would find a way to fill the storage room with useless garbage in under two days, it was one of his talents after all. And what would my friends say? Those bastards would be envious as fuck!
"Hahahahaha...", I growled dour.
Once I come back I will gift them with everything they want, with anything they will and ever wanted, it will be like christmas, only cooler.
But now that I have decided to earnestly experience this world I will see it through to the end.
"I need something to relax.", I mumbled to myself and made a joint appear. I remember the first one I smoked, or rather, coughed. It was quite embarassing if I do say so myself. My friends standing in a cricle with expectant eyes looking at me, their very breath urging me to take a puff. The aftermath was a awkward coughing fit.
What can I say? It was the first time I ever smoked anything in my life and I was just fourteen or so. But looking back, those were the good old memories. Or when I did a somersault with my bike and ended up with blue balls, very painful. Or when I ripped my whole forearm open because I slipped over a grating, everything was bleeding. Or the time when I climbed up a tree and landed on a bench, breaking my collarbone in the process. (Those stories are no joke by the way, this is part of my life I am writing down. If you want the details just ask in the comments.)
lt was calming to think about the past, something so nostalgic now that my life has turned so drastically. It functioned like an anchor, makes you remember who you are in stormy days or even the most brutal of tempests.
'Haah... What can I say, I love my life as it was and as it is.', I drifted and my thoughts became clouded in a comfortable haze after the first few puffs.
Yup, good times.