Demiurge

Chapter One

A green plateau was what greeted an individual, one who could not look at it with awe, but rather boredom and contempt. The grass was too vibrant for the being, too full. It made the act of retching upon it seem proper. Of course, that was not possible. They were born without the ability to do so. The being sighed though, a more human action than most of those who share the space with him try not to imitate. They thought it lowly and disgusting, to take on such social behaviors of mere mortals. However, the being understood that a sigh every now and again could do everyone some good, and that understanding was from experience.

The dark cloud once more let out a sigh without purpose, simply doing so for the sake of spitting on the others. Those angels looked down on the being, even though the being has existed for longer than they have. It detested them greatly. Only because of the job it needed to fulfill did it even stay up here. A small thought bubbled up within it, memories from the experience on the mortal plane, or Earth, as they called it. The development of things called 'video games' had grabbed the attention of the being, and it had stayed excessively long down there to indulge in such activity. It was probably the only entertaining thing down there now. Everything else was boring. The yearning for the ability to play these games was slowly growing. It even had a favorite game, which a favorite anything was generally unheard of for ethereal beings, especially if it is a mortal subject or item.

Boredom is something dreaded by the being. The longest that had gone without doing anything besides its job – never mind, the thought was too tantalizing to think about. A small feeling pricked the back of its mind before the surroundings suddenly changed. Instead of the endless and green life of the plateau, an old, decrepit house surrounded the dark cloud. It grumbled slightly as it began to move slightly. The movement gradually grew more deliberate and accented, as speed increased. Only for it to finally shape into what was a human being.

The first thing that happened after this transformation was that it decided to smell. Taking a breath through the nostrils, the being hunched over immediately and began coughing heavily. It blinked its eyes and squinted as tears threatened to spill over the edges of the new eyelids. It could only barely make out the inside of the house. There were no lights on. It was dark. Not a problem for it, but when it took a step forward there was a crunch like glass underfoot. Looking down, it again sighed.

"A drinker..." the callous male voice stated before perking up at the sound of the voice, "Oh, that's a satisfying voice."

The being cleared its throat before singing down a musical scale. It was always entertaining when he visited the mortal plane. Deciding he was satisfied, he began to look around more. The housing was not in the best condition. Empty bottles of alcohol littered all over in stacks or piles. An ashtray was overflowing with cigarette butts that smelt fresh, and a slight haze was coating the air within the house. The figure looked around the room, its eyes stopping on a wall. The pale blue light shone through it but it was not illuminating anything. No light leaked off this one.

"This soul is dreadfully trashed. I wonder how he died." It spoke with a slight tilt of his head before he navigated slowly through the room. It was akin to a maze, beer bottles and garbage paving a plethora of waves through the house. Finding the right one that led to the hallway towards the back of the house was not troublesome, but neither was it easy. A few moments later and a sigh of relief, the now-man walked away from the stench that was present in that room.

The floor changed from carpet to wood when he stepped into the hallway. This segment of the building went down about three feet, opening up to two rooms on the left and right sides. The blue light was dull and flickering slightly, causing him to click his tongue.

"Either way, you are not going anywhere good," He stated as he approached silently through the right door, "You were someone who left this world with nothing, and as such shall be returned to that."