Chapter 2: KAZI: Smiling At Death
KAZI HOSSAIN POV
"You are dead."
"Err...really?"
"I am the Angel of Death, Azrael."
"Huh? Angel?"
Kazi Hossain had been recording an archeology site in Gujarat, India, when a nasty earthquake struck. His world blacked out instantly.
He ran a hand through his hair. It was messy, long at the back, and entangled, just as it was before his death. He glanced at his clothes. Black shirt and pants, a huge contrast to the white of the room, and certainly not what he was wearing during his death.
He pinched his cheek. Pain.
"I guess I'm dead." Kazi accepted it and moved on. There was no reason not to. He recalled his death vividly. Too vividly. "Is this heaven? Or hell? Aw man, should I have been more religious?"
"This is not hell nor heaven. This is the world beyond. High above, beyond the scope of the universe, we are here. Angels, gods, demons. All of us exist. Divided in our realms and united at the advent of the Heavenly Games."
"That sounds...absurdly complicated." Kazi kicked back. "Tell me more."