"Welcome Trezlan sit." The last part of the trial was just a chair with a nice older man sitting at a desk waiting for me. The room was all light almost as a counter to the darkness I came through. I took my seat in the chair expecting something awful to happen and I wasn't wrong.
"So what horrible thing are you going to do to me?
"Is that how you view this? Some kind of torment to you specifically?"
"Well it seems that way." He sighed.
"Trezlan Lorentino, this is your interview process for being a god, you had to defeat your own fears and struggles to take your place among the elevated, I must say to say you failed is an understatement." I will say no matter how nice the old man was trying to be I was more than fed up with this whole thing.
"I failed? I FAILED? YOU ALL FAILED THIS ENTIRE THING IS A FAILURE! I'm done, this is it I'm over, let me out of your stupid game you damned gods. I don't want to be a member of your dumb order, I'd rather be a regular moron than stuck in this forever stupid thing!" The old man looked at me in astonishment and suddenly he was the huge spider from before.
"Then I guess you become lunch!" I went to shield myself from its attack and woke up to Hanlon slapping me in the face. It was to say the least shocking.
"Well I'm glad you are back with us Trezlan you have been asleep for like a day." I looked around and I was at Valrym's bar, I had been propped on a table, there was a collection plate nearby for "Trezlan's funeral expenses." I figured that was Valrym's vote of confidence. So was it all a dream? What happened? Well... Yes its in the next entry. Yep I'm a jerk.
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