>>5347658>>5347678>>5347691Your soul stretches itself against the thin coil of your skin and flesh, the elastic feeling your body had when you were moving and dancing to doge swords finally reflects into the sights of your own afterimages, disorienting you as you observe how your body acts before it moves.
You feel constricted, tied up by your own living self, the feeling of suffocating while staying still becomes unbearable, you need to get out of the physical Vlad, so the spiritual halfling shall rise.
Forcefully jumping out of your shell, your ethereal soul is finally given a form, a body similar to yours in concept, but upon closer inspection, the white, see-through nature of your skin shows you how different your form truly is from other humans.
Several holes are carved through your body, having a diamond shape carved into your skin as all forms of energy pass in and out of you.
Be it negative or positive Od, they shall be neutralized and become Vlad Santana.
The flames lift you up into the skies, blinding you by the shifting lights, before the color that should appear in your closed eyes finally show up.
Pure black, darkness, absence. Yet before long, several spirits appear to fly at you, simple emanations from different dimensions that represent the complex existences inside themselves.
Before the flames could properly lead you to a healing spirit, you felt yourself being engulfed by a slimly creature, which placed you into an empty dimension of pure nothingness, with only the weirdest of creatures greeting you.
It was an indescribable sight. A bipedal creature, having the torso of a horse, but walking on two feet, or should you say, too hooves. He would be similar to Zodd, were it not for his human hands, his stature similar to yours, and colored feathers of a peacock, shifting in color to shift his emotions.
"I have a feeling that you were not the one supposed to heal me."
"Indeed I am not, fellow spirit. There are much more effective healers than me around this realm." He materializes a foreign object at his hand, inhaling the smoke as he observed your figure. "Yet sometimes, I cannot help but feel bored in this empty world of my own creation, so I catch the ones on their way to the healing spirits, and guide them with a few added rules."
"And what would those rules be?" You ask as the chimera puffs smoke over your face, knocking your spirit over as the smoke remained within you.
"Simple, just don't move outside of this circle." He points to the smoke ring around your legs as you sit down, attempting to have a stable position as he's already caught you in it's grasp. We will technically be healing you in the process, but since I can control your visions and your mental state in this realm, you will see, hear and feel whatever I desire you to. Oh, and don't bother hiding your worst fears, I will figure them out eventually."
For such a nonchalant, calm spirit, you have found quite the sadist healer.
