A world of darkness, nothing present and nothing happening.


    The world remains that way for maybe seconds, maybe millennia, maybe till the end of time.


    Until a flash occurs, and time starts to move in this forgotten world.


    Out of the flash, one being takes tentative steps forward. It looks around in fear, not calling out anything with some unknown wisdom.


    Tap, tap, tap... As the being walks forward with a humanoid form.


    It looks around with more purpose, seeing if anything will stand to her.


    However, something does...


    As deep within his darkness that seems endless, deeper than the Abyss of Punishment, a creature waits in slumber.


    Inhale… Exhale… Inhale… Exhale…


    It breathes slowly, only about two full breaths per minute, showing cases of deep hibernation, which is strange in this world where nothing changes.


    A small sparkbrightens within what appears to be the nostrilsof the creatures every breath, though the darkness swallows any light that mighthave produced.


    It has tried to stay awake before, but when time passes at the slowest possible speed at the same time as the fastest possible speed, it gets rather confusing.


    Easier to just sleep.


    So the creature has waited, disregarded by all life and light, only known to darkness.


    Back to the being, which now has an orb of light in hand, revealing a simple female face that has regained their calm.


    The face is only simple because of no startling details, otherwise, it is otherworldly beautiful. Any to lay eyes on her, be they man or woman, will instantly envy a blessing such as her.


    Letting go of the light which hovers in place, she stretches out her hand and another flash happens.


    Within her hand is what appears to be a small world, complete with greens, blues, whites, reds, yellows, and many other extravagant shades and tints.


    Now, the woman lets go, and the world flies and grows, encompassing the void until it reaches the size of a real world.


    Next, she pushes the ball of light up, and it flies to rest beside the slowly revolving world.


    And finally, she withdraws what appears to be a simple stone. And throws it with a might that the giants would be envious of. This stone, rounds out and becomes the moon of this world.


    Mumbling softly to herself, she spreads her arms wide causing people, monsters, buildings, weapons, animals, and other races to fly out and shoot towards the world.


    The craters that could be expected to appear don’t, instead they rest gently on the surface, and seem to have kingdoms established.


    Finally, the woman speaks in understandable sentences. “Nomad, my world is Nomad.”


    She smiles at that, and then pulls out something from her pocket.


    A simple deck of 52 cards, and she begins to shuffle them slowly.


    Watching the world with interest as much time passes, but to her it only seems like a few minutes.


    Kingdoms dominate then fall, races go extinct then get reborn by latent genes. Monsters get stupidly strong as well as the sentient races.


    Yet still, unknown to all inhabitants, the woman still shuffles her cards.


    She stops shuffling and appraises the deck, deciding it is shuffled enough. “Perfect, now for the fun bits.”


    She pulls out two more cards and slides them in at random, before they disappear though it is flashed twin jokers, one of bright grey and gold with the other being a deep purple and red.


    Looking out the way with which she assumes she found this dimension, she spreads her fingers wide and creates a portal. Through this portal the cards go, casually being tossed as if it is nothing of importance. The portal leads to the least magically endowed sentient world, which at this point, would be considered Earth.


    Unbeknownst to the Woman, the beast deep in the darkness has slowly begun to stir, ever so slowly. The sun hurts it senses, and the presence of other life messes with it’s abilities.


    It is ready to strike, but it’s mind is muddled and weary from sleeping for so long. It will take a long time for it to awaken, but it will awaken.


    The woman closes the portal after the last card was thrown. Returning to watching her world, she waits patiently.


    Patience is after all nothing to an immortal, much less a goddess.You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.


    ***


    A seemingly ordinary looking man is sitting at the counter of a bar, ordering another round for himself.


    Deep in melancholy over his life, he drinks and drinks, hoping to get drunk. It never happens though, in all his 20 years he has never been drunk.


    “Whiskey, you’re muttering to yourself again,” the bartender says with his back turned, “Either cut it off or get. My other buyers aren’t gonna get scared off cause of the weirdass that has inner demons.”


    Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Whiskey nods to the barkeep, though the man can’t see it.


    Downing a glass, then another, and another… Whiskey still isn’t drunk, like usual. He’s been here since noon, and now the clock reads around 7 o’clock. Looking around, he sees that the place is now crowded with drunks, almost everyone is here to get drunk after all.


    Stifling a groan, Whiskey gets up to leave, putting his money down on the bar where the man working can see it.


    Walking out of the hot room and onto the cool street, he starts the long walk home on the sidewalk.


    The moon shines down on him, revealing long black hair covering his features with a shaggy look. The wind is blowing gently, moving his hair and revealing a soft nose, semi-full pink lips, and a haughty look. He looks starved as his cheekbones are particularly prominent. In a skinny body that shows off the lean muscles of survival on the streets in a third-world country, he walks. The most startling thing though, his dull grey eyes, so dull his pupils seem to blend in to his irises with the moonlight. He could pass for blind like this, but no he has incredibly clear vision.


    Turning down a shortcut towards his shack, he sees two people following him.


    ‘The streets of a small Iraqi city really aren’t safe for a drunk. Who knows what can happen to others’ Whiskey thinks to himself.


    He sighs softly and continues walking, waiting until he gets to a dead end and turns around. He’s just waiting now, thinking over who knows what.


    Finally, the two come around the corner, but they aren’t alone. Following behind them are three others.


    “Hey buddy, hand over ya wallet and no one has to get hurt.” The leader says.


    Whiskey scratches the back of his head and looks at them like they’re idiots, “But I’m broke.”


    The leader glances back at his boys, who nod, then turns back to Whiskey with a malicious grin, “Well, you have body parts don''t ya? They have value, stupid bastard.”


    ‘Oh hell no, fuck that. He did not just say that shit to ME!’ Whiskey screamed in his head.


    “You shouldn''t have done that you fuck…”


    “Hell you talking bout buddy, there''s five of us and one of yous right,” the leader reminded in complete confidence.


    Whiskey lifts his head up, showing instead of dull grey eyes, there is now one glowing yellow as well as the other remaining full grey.


    However, Whiskey has already moved. Reaching into his pocket for a small switchblade, he rushes forward cutting the leaders cheek as he barely dodges. Without slowing, he switches to a reverse grip and stand towards the arm of the man with fake gold chains, who was next to the leader.


    “WHAT THE FUCK MAN! KILL THIS BASTARD!” Chains, now holding his bleeding arm, snaps out.


    One guy in a tank top lifts a pipe, trying to smash in Whiskey’s face, but Whiskey ducks the blow, smashing his wrist and grabbing the pipe. Hitting Tanktop on the head, knocking him out with a collapsed jaw and blood splatters everywhere.


    ‘One down’


    Whiskey turns, but gets clocked on his face by a fatass’ fist. Disoriented for a second, someone he can''t see starts choking him out as Fatass punches his midsection over and over.


    Scrunching up his neck, he manages to get the choker’s hand in view, to which he sinks his teeth into that flesh.


    He screams, “SON OF A BITCH, IS THIS GUY SICK!” He pulls his arms back, but Whiskey grabs his wrists hard, nearly breaking them, and swings him into Fatass.


    Leader has been waking up Chains from his pain to help Fatass and the other guy, who has on puffy jacket in 90 degree nighttime weather.


    ‘Gotta hurry’


    Whiskey runs over to Jacket and grabs his head, pulling him towards a wall of the alley. And he starts slamming the head repeatedly on the wall. Cracks can be seen growing on the wall at the same rate that red and white start to be revealed from under Jacket’s skin.


    ‘Two down’


    Fatass grabs Whiskey under his arms pulling him off Jacket, but it''s too late. Stretching his leg forward, he slams it back as hard as possible into Fatass’ crotch.


    Leader and Chains run over, throwing haymakers at Whiskey trying to stop him. They can''t though, as Whiskey dodges or blocks every hit. After a particularly sloppy punch, Whiskey grabs Chains’ wrist, pulling the idiot over his outstretched leg causing him to trip.


    Looking at Leader, Whiskey rushes and kicks the man’s knee. Leader falls on his shaky leg, leaving no one standing. Walking over to where his switchblade was dropped after being pulled out of Chains’ arm, he picks it up.


    Twirling it in his hand, he grabs Fatass’ hair and lifts his ugly pig face, performing a simple cut along his neckline. He made sure to make it deep so there would be no need for a second.


    Hearing the gargles of this man’s final breath, Whiskey grins just a tiny bit.


    ‘That''s three,’ Whiskey then speaks, “Would you like to know your mistake tonight?”


    Chains was trying to get up, until Whiskey rocketed a kick into his chest causing him to fall back down.


    “It was the fact you called me the B-word, see the others and I don''t really appreciate that word at all”


    Stabbing his knife down through Chains’ eye, a bitchy scream tears from the man''s lips. Whiskey’s punch on the hilt of the knife drives it deeper into his brain, killing him and cutting off the noise.


    ‘Four down’


    “This mind is already unstable, not to mention filled with hate for everything, and you called us the one word that''s off limits. So, we made you pay,” he says as if discussing a basketball game.


    Slowly walking over to Leader, who is trying to crawl back, Whiskey grabs his ankle before snapping it.


    “Now, I feel like you should be made to suffer, but not for long.”


    Already covered in blood, looking down at Leader with a calm smile, he looks reminiscent off demon incarnate.


    Time proceeds in this deadens, only marked by the sound of loud cracks and thuds which are soon followed by at first curses, then screams, but now only soft whimpers. Finally, with one more thud, the body of what was once the Leader moves no more.


    ‘That''s five, goal complete. Returning to prioritized personality (Whiskey), Butcher return and wait for next assignment.’


    Butcher, in the body of Whiskey, sighs, “Only ever get out for this bullshit. Should really let me go fuck Whisk, I''m getting sterile just waiting.”


    Chuckling to himself, he sits against the wall and a shudder passed through the body.


    Whiskey’s eyes open, revealing their usual dull grey.


    Taking out a cigarette and lighter to calm his nerves, he sits there against the wall observing his handiwork.


    Well Butcher''s handiwork to be more accurate.


    Then something amazing happens...


    Something Whiskey thinks of as; ''Some crazy assmagic''