kevin

when the angel appears, i finally understand the concept of eldritch horror.

i don't know if they appear that way to everyone, but i'm enjoying the number of eyes on this being, the way they are simultaniously every color and no color, a being of complete light and complete dark. when i introduce myself, the noise that they make is less 'speech' and more 'deafening cry of the gods' and if i wasn't dead already, i think my brain leaking out of my ears would've killed me at this point.

the name that forms in my brain is kevin and i'm both really impressed and freaked out by this form of communication and incredibly amused. i repeat their name slowly, them grunted out an affirmation. if they know how i died they don't bring it up, or don't seem to care. i can't tell if i like that about kevin or not.

"are you taking me to hell?"

"why would you ask that?" the tone of the voice that appears in my head whenever kevin makes that godawful sound isn't really asking. their tone is flat, as if they already know the answer, and know why i know it. i don't answer their question.

kevin comforts me about my death as much as they can. i'm not truly distraught, and kevin seems to not be very good at comforting. i don't expect them to be. they're an angel, an all powerful being, and i'm....not.

"are you the angel of death?"

"i'm an angel of death. one of many." i nod, unsure how to continue this conversation. i'm one of millions of people who die every second. i'm sure kevin is used to this. i'm not sure what we're waiting for, but i'm sure once i know, i'll know.

"what comes next?"

"that's the question, isn't it?"

i suppose they're right.

so we wait.