Chapter 4: What the hell did I put in this?
Without all the super pretty and handsome people around, the room actually felt a little dull. Cass, who had never experienced something like that before, chuckled to himself.
He winced when it hurt him.
"My Lord, please. If you wish to laugh evilly, please wait till you are better." The man remaining in the room begged, and Cass froze. Laugh evilly? He wasn't doing that. He was just...laughing?
But, he wasn't wrong either. It did hurt him, and Cass sighed heavily.
"Just this once." He muttered. He wanted to close his eyes, but from his previous experience, that hadn't gone well. So, it was time to investigate. Where the fuck was he, and who the fuck was he?
Because this? This whole situation was making him angry.
He had no idea if it had been the plan all along to shove him into someone else's body from the get go, or if the original "god" had planned to put him in a fresh body but the second one had interfered. He wouldn't know until he was able to question either one of them. But he couldn't do that if he didn't know who he was.
"Uh, what's your name?" He asked the man still in the room. He wasn't an ugly or pretty man, just a plain one. Brown hair, brown eyes, and a splattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose. In a story like this, he blended into the background.
His eyes went huge when Cass asked for his name.
"My name? You want to know my name?" He repeated, shocked, and Cass got the feeling that whoever he had taken over for, who sounded like a man, was a fucking monster if this was how he reacted.
"Uh yeah?" Cass replied, and he swore the man's eyes watered.