'Uhhh'
Stench of blood and rotting meat overwhelmed his senses as pitch black darkness overtook his sight. But this darkness around him was strange. It wasn't normal darkness because even though he didn't have any eyes, he could see it.
He couldn't see, move, hear or feel anything at all except for the darkness and the smell. He didn't know the reason for the "vegetable" state he was in, but he knew this pitch black darkness was its source.
Suddenly, everything turned blinding white. This strange, eerie darkness and the stench was chased away by a white radiance that lit up everything around it.
With the darkness gone, he regained his senses.
Ian opened his eyes and weakly stood up with a groan. He then inspected his body to see whether everything was in place or not.
After making sure he wasn't injured like the way he was crushed, he looked around to inspect his surroundings.
Everything around him was lit up by a strange white radiance.
For some reason, this comforting radiance didn't scare him or make him anxious. Instead, it felt warm and comforting. He felt like these sensations didn't come from his own body. Instead, it came from the radiance itself.
He didn't know what was more dangerous. A dreadful darkness that blocked all his senses or a white radiance that made him comfortable in a strange way.
But ultimately, he declared the radiance as the lesser evil since it was keeping the harrowing darkness away from him.
Ian was inside a white sphere that kept the dreadful darkness away from him, and this sphere was massive. It spread to hundreds of meters in all directions.
Everything around him, except for his body, was radiating in white, and when he tried to move his hand, the radiance vaporized like mist.
He looked down to find that he was standing on the radiant mist, and when he tried to push his feet below it didn't even budge.
Amazed by the fact that he was standing on nothing, he continued looking around until he found two figures standing in front of him.
They had the body shape of a human, but they weren't humans.
They were shining with the same white radiance, but their radiance was much more powerful. It turned Ian blind for a moment. With a pained scream, he closed his eyes and covered his face. It seemed like these two figures were the source of this strange light.
"Ohh, the mortal can't handle our auras." A smooth male voice entered his ears.
"What did you expect? He is just a human after all." A soothing female voice stated her annoyance.
The man lingered for a moment and sighed.
"Anyway, let's dim our auras so we can have a conversation."
Then suddenly, something changes in the environment around Ian. He could tell without even looking. He frowned and opened his eyes again.
The two figures looked like humans without their radiant hollow, but Ian knew better than to trust that. The man and woman both had fair skin, and their eyes and hair were golden in color.
What surprised Ian wasn't the golden hair of the two, what surprised him was the clothes they were wearing.
'What the fuck?'
The man was naked and had what appeared to be a cock cage around his member. The girl who was probably in her mid twenties was dressed very seductively in a black dominatrix outfit that- featured in femdom porn.
Ian was momentarily stunned by the sight in front of him.
After hearing no response from Ian, the man coughed and said.
"Nice to meet you. My name is Dickus, the God of cucks and the female the beautiful lady beside me is my wife, Nyanthara."
'Huh?'
Ian was so shocked by his ridiculous name, he blurted out instantly.
"Dickus, what kind of ridiculous name is that and...a god of what? Cucks?"
The man lowered his head in sadness and mumbled in a low voice.
"I know it's not a good name, but...This is the name Layla gave me."
He lingered for a moment and met Ian's gaze again with newfound enthusiasm.
"Anyway, let's stop talking about trivial things like that. You must be Ian Peterson...Nice to meet you."
He offered his hands for a handshake.
Ian looked at the hand and debated what to do. After a minute of pondering, he concluded that he isn't gonna shake the hand of the mysterious man wreathed in blinding light who calls himself a God.
Dickus waited for a bit in the awkward position and retraced his hand in embarrassment.
"Sorry, but I have a rash on my palm. I don't want you to get sick...Anyway, if you don't mind me asking...where am I?" Ian was the first to speak.
Suddenly, Dickus's face lit up, and he gestured to the black void with his hand and said in an excited tone. A pleasant smile was plastered on his face.
"Isn't it a marvelous place? I know this place isn't beautiful, but it brings back memories."
The girl who was quiet until now spoke, annoyed by the conversation that was about to happen.
"Dickus, Please...don't remind me about that whore."
Dickus turned around with the same pleasant smile.
"How can I not talk about it, honey. She was my first girlfriend and also the one who made me into the God of cucks."
The girl sighed without saying anything, irritation was apparent in her demeanor.
After getting no response from the girl, he turned around and continued with the same creepy smile.
"You asked me where this is? I will tell you where this is. This is the place I got cucked for the first and last time. My ex-girlfriend Layla, the goddess of love fucked with the god of demons right here, in front of me."
He stared into the darkness like he was recalling distant memories and continued.
"Currently, she is the wife of the demon god. Even though I would have preferred her to be mine, I am happy for her."
"After all, she is the one who made me into the god of cucks. I visited her last decade, now I should visit her again. She was beautiful with a round belly."
He then broke his trance of recalling memories and gazed at him.
"You asked me what this place right? This place is the underworld."
Ian was shocked, not at the self-proclaimed god's shameless confession but at the last two words of his statement
'Underworld? What the fuck? Am I...dead?'
Suddenly, everything clicked into place. His death at the hands of the truck driver, he bathed in the peaceful but eerie underworld darkness. And the darkness retreating from the god's Aura.
After realizing that he was dead, he fell into a great depression. It felt like everything in the world became utterly silent, and only his violent thoughts whispered in his mind.
Then suddenly his thoughts became less violent when he remembered the fact that even if he didn't die that way, he would have spent a lifetime in jail until he died.
He sighed and looked at the two gods in front of him.
'There is one thing that I don't understand...why are they here? and what do they want?'
After calming his beating heart for a moment, Ian spoke.
"Dickus and Nyanthara...what do you want from me?"
Both of them stared at Ian. When they heard his question, their demeanor changed.
The goddess turned away, without meeting his gaze, while Dickus shifted uncomfortably in his position.
He lingered for a moment and said in a low voice.
"I want to apologize and correct my mistake."
Ian frowned. "What mistake?"
Dickus shifted even more uncomfortably at the sudden question which led Ian to think that something was very wrong.
Dickus Turned to Nayanthara as if asking for support but the girl was as silent as a whisper.
Dickus frowned and looked deep into Ian's eyes. Then he said sheepishly while scratching the back of his head.
"I accidentally killed you."