Afterlife: FurorSunlight poured in through a break in the curtains. He rolled over, trying to get it out of his face. Two weeks, and he still wasn’t used to the light again yet.Afterlife: Furor by BusinessMonkey
He wasn’t used to anything again, yet. Trapped for so long beneath the earth... everything was different. Languages, countries, the very shape of the lands.
Half asleep, he remembered the moment when his world was turned from a hellish prison he chose not to leave into a vibrant new reality he never wanted to enter.
The mercury filled orb he had called home for so long was torturous, yes, but he’d come to accept it. He’d made peace with it all and when the intricate powers that kept him there faded, he chose not to break free. To be delivered from it by outsiders felt... wrong, somehow.
“Rise and shine, Furor.”
He jumped as this voice, a woman’s voice, sounded seemingly from nowhere. His eyes snapped open to look into those of the creature that
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