{What are you doing in the Spiritual Realm, Xavier Xerxes?}
The voice was low and demeaning, powerful enough to envelope his mind as it demanded to be heard at all cost. The moment Xavier acknowledged the only being who could do such a thing, the world around him lost color, essence and light to become the deep nothingness of the Void.
"Long time no see. I started hoping you'd abandoned me."
{Quit the cheekiness, Xavier. I asked you a question! Why are you here?}
"Hmmm…let's see…it's none of your business, Void."
Fear was a slight thing. Fear made things appear in the most nightmarish way possible. Fear made voices sinister and actions unbearable. Fear was the perfect fuel for weakness and surrender.
Right now, though he seemed to be existing as just another consciousness in the void, Xavier felt no fear. Like getting used to a new pair of shoes, Xavier's spine no longer chilled and his blood no longer cuddled when sequested to darkness. Mind over matter, they say.
