In a pitch-black environment, entirely lacking illumination, the echoes of something struggling in agony resonated throughout the space.
// Augh....! I-it... hurts.. //
[ If it hurts, then you most likely died after getting a rod in your ass (ﾉﾟ0ﾟ)ﾉ→ ]
Suddenly, within that dark space, a small window of orange hue appeared, materializing as a voice echoed through the place.
// Kugh.... y-you.... gay... //
[ But you are the one moaning here, old man. (￣ヘ￣;) ]
// Ahem... So, am I dead? //
[ Yes, and I am a god who can talk with the dead. (≧▽≦) ]
// You talk too much. //
[....]
// Khueckk...! S-stop!!!! I... am sorry—Augh!? //
Suddenly, the dark space transformed into solid black spears with sharp edges that instantly shot toward the source of the voice.
Without even halting, hundreds of such spears pierced the voice source, as if passing through a shadow, which was dissolved in the atmosphere but still possessed a simple, lingering consciousness.
