To Slight God

[Elias POV]

~A few minutes beforehand~

“Shush, insect.” Swiping two fingers downwards, the God spat with condescension and disgust.

Right after, I suddenly found my senses distraught and my perception of space twisted. I felt drowned in darkness as none of my senses seemed to snap out of their befuddled trance, only to be awoken up by a crushing force caving in my nose, and the taste of cold and dead dirt inside my mouth.

Unable to move a single muscle, I could only listen to the two Gods converse as I simply tried my best not to choke out of air, having my face buried into the soil – prostrated.

...Like Hell!

Every muscle in my body spasmed, every vein throbbed, and every bone creaked as I fought off the force pressing my body against the ground.

‘Sit down? And hope to survive?’

I clenched my jaw. My teeth cracked and my gums bled. My blanche eyes became encumbered with a web of blood vessels forcefully burning inside my dead eyeballs.

‘Play dead? Survive?’