Where am I? Why can't I speak. Or see?

Is this what being dead feels like? Have I joined my ancestors? No, I'm alone here...except...what's that...

"Perceptive, you are. You sensed my presence all on your own. Kudos."

That voice...that wasn't my voice. It was the voice of someone powerful. It resonated with strength, though I could not tell whether it was male or female. Perhaps God? No, God has better things to do than talk to me. I'm one human in a million, nothing special, not sinless, not pure, though I still retain my virginity, though I suppose that is a bit rarer these days, it's not so for someone my age really.....now you're off topic Cecilia! Focus on the crisis at hand, damn ADHD.

'Um...hello?'

'Hello.'

'Who are you?'

'I am Chaos.'

'What's your name?'

'Chaos. You know, primordial deity of Greek mythology. Creator of Gaea and Nyx and Tartarus.'

'Please tell me you're kidding.'

'Alright, I am kidding.'

'Really?'

'No, not really. I have taken your body as my host, and now I am on my way to see the Greek gods before the Egyptians, Celtics, Chinese, or any other pantheon sense my presence on this plane.'

'What happens if they sense us?'

'They will most surely vaporize this body, as it is currently the only one with the ability to support my entity.'

My life sucks.

Not yet. The funs only just started.

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