Lu woke up.
The sunlight brushed his skin gently and the soothing winds provided a sense of refreshment, the abrupt peace felt so foreign to him.
"When was the last time I felt like this?" Lu thought to himself.
His vision still blurry, probably from the side-effects. he thought to himself.
"Wait... did I, fail?"
There was absolutely no way he survived that hell of a epileptic episode, an understatement to what he truly felt. The pain had felt so agonizing the 9th circle of hell couldn't even compare, he had never been to hell anyway... did he? maybe he is in hell and this is all some sort of sick trick by the devil himself. Might as well savor it while he can.
"Anyway, this is definitely not my bedroom, where the hell am I really?"
Lu tried looking around to get a clearer picture by he found his neck stiff. His long skinny arm now a chubby little stub that barely extended half the length of his hair.
"Wait. what?"
Suddenly the sound of footsteps eclipsed his fragile ears.
A bearded, middle-aged man with jet black hair walks in. His arms gleamed with muscle, the thin logs he carried paled in comparison to his limbs. Wielding an iron axe and wearing some sort of hunter's gear Lu knew that if there was one person he could choose not to fight, it would be him.
When the man's eyes met his, the seemingly invincible arms failed. The axe and logs dropping on the floor leaving a dent in the wooden flooring.
"DEAR! OUR LITTLE CAELUS IS FINALLY AWAKE!"
"huh? who's Caelus"
He moved his head around, only to be met with the painful realization that his neck was still paralysed for some reason.
The bearded man's voice thundered down the halls like a war cry before he rushes out the room himself.
"Caelus? Who in the hell names their kid Caelus?"
He tried to sit up, or at least roll over, but once again was he limited by the mobility of his new body. His stubby arms squirmed around like a turtle flipped on its back. Useless. In the end, his head slumped to the side instead, and only then did he finally take in the prison he had been sealed in.
A sloppy paintjob on roughly chopped planks of wood was the barrier that separated him from freedom. The freedom to crawl around at least.
With a moment to collect his thoughts he thought hard, and more importantly, realistically.
…
The conclusion he had come up with:
"Holy crap I've been reincarnated."