Despite the solid ground Matt stood on, he felt completely discombobulated.
There was no up.
No down.
No left or right.
Everything was just infinite blackness.
He was eventually able to get used to the cold. There was nothing he could do about it, anyway. It wasn't a normal kind of cold. It was a chill that went through his entire body. He could even feel it in the marrow of his bones, and he didn't even know how that was possible.
But if there was anything the past few months had taught Matt it was that the world was a weird place. Weirder than most people would ever know. If he let everything he didn't understand overwhelm him he'd never do anything.
So first thing first, Matt tried to call out to someone.
Anyone.
But no voice came out.
That was when he realized he wasn't breathing.
Wherever he was, there was no air here.
That alone caused a short jolt of panic despite the fact that if he was going to suffocate, surely he would have by now. Even still, 'I have no mouth, and I must scream' popped in his head.
Wait...
Did he have a mouth?
Did he have a body?
He couldn't see any of it, which was beginning to seriously mess with his perception. The endless void became all the more frightening when he thought on these things too much, so he forced himself to stop. It wasn't helping. Instead he focused on what he knew. He was on solid ground.
There.
To feel solid ground, he needed feet.
That was something.
What if he didn't want there to be a ground?
What if he wanted to rise above it?
The firm feeling beneath him began to descend, giving Matt a feeling of weightlessness.
So there was an up.
Or at the very least what he could define as an up. Matt chose to keep going in that direction. He didn't know how long he did it for, but eventually there was something other than blackness below him. The sudden contrast surprised him. It was almost too bright for the darkness he'd become accustomed to.
Matt tried to make sense of it. Was he on some odd black island with white water?
No.
Whatever the whiteness was, it didn't move in a way that he'd associate with water or any kind of liquid. It looked at solid as the void.
Going steadily higher, Matt was able to make out that it was a white ring around the black island, and after that ring was more blackness. But it was so immense in size that the more he tried to comprehend what he was seeing, the more overwhelming it became.
And that was when it hit him.
Matt shot up with a gasp. He initially felt a throbbing sensation in his arm that he thought was pain, but it was more... intensity. It just happened to be so intense that the closest feeling he could attach to it was pain. All of this was of course, before Laila borderline tackled him.
"MASTER!" Laila sobbed, gripping him tightly. "DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN!"
"What... the...
fuck
... is going on here?" Lilith murmured, her voice laced with so many conflicting emotions that it only confused her further.
Matt went to respond but he was instantly overwhelmed. He could feel the mixture of fear, panic, and relief from not only his familiars but the deities connected to him. He'd obviously scared them, and he scared them shitless. A wave of guilt came over him as he pet Laila's head and let her get the tears she needed to get out. Being at ground zero, it was hardest on her. Not to say that the confusion from everyone else wasn't making things just as chaotic in his head.
Focusing on his hand, his symbol appeared, a way to communicate to them all at once. "Everyone. I'm okay. I'm sorry that I worried you all. I... did something a little reckless and it bit me in the ass. But I'm okay. I just went... somewhere else for a while. I promise I'll visit each of you and explain everything when I can. I'm
okay
."
"A
little
reckless?" Lilith questioned. "Went somewhere for a while? You were
dead
."
Matt rolled his eyes. "You're being overdramatic."
"THE FUCK SHE IS!" Laila roared through her tears. "You went limp! You stopped breathing! Your heart stopped beating! Your soul was gone! You were fucking
dead
, Master!"
"Except that he's clearly not
now
..." Lilith murmured. "Which is yet another weird thing."
"Have you... actually met Death?" Matt asked with a pondering tone.
"Once." Lilith answered. "Death wanted to make it clear that just because I don't age doesn't mean that I'm above dying when it's my time."
"What are his eyes like?"
"His-...? Well... to be honest, they're a lot like yours when you went all wingy. Only-"
"They have white irises." Matt finished, sure now that he saw what he thought he did. He still didn't know what jolted him out of it. Something had hit him. An eyelash, maybe? He could sort that out later. "So, I think it's safe to say that Death was firing a warning shot..."
"Death doesn't
do
warning shots." Lilith said definitively
"Pretty sure this was my second one..." Matt muttered, remembering the cold he felt when he tried to bring back Lynette and Laila's reaction to that.
Lilith's eyes bulged. "You've done this
twice
?!"
"Three times, actually." Laila grumbled.
"To be fair, it worked the first time." Matt shrugged.
"You... brought back the dead... without a soul exchange. Which not only worked... but you were able to provoke Death two more times... And you're still alive..." Lilith recounted, the blend of awe and confusion clear on her face.
"Maybe
you
can talk some sense into him." Laila huffed. Her tears had finally stopped somewhat, but it was clear in her expressions that the emotions were still raw. "He clearly doesn't listen to
me
..."
"Laila..." Matt sighed, pressing his forehead to Laila's to get her undivided attention. "I
do
listen to you. I do. I fucked up. And I'm sorry. I promise I won't try to bring back the dead like that again."
"I watched you die." Laila choked out, her eyes beginning to well up again. "You
made me
watch you die."
"I still don't think that I really died th-" Matt began before feeling the rage boiling in Laila well before it reached her face. "Okay...
okay
... I'm sorry. I won't put you through that again. I'll never die."
"Don't get cute with me..." Laila murmured.
"What do we say to the god of Death?" Matt asked, with a smirk.
Laila's eyes bulged and her anger returned. "Master, I swear-"
"Not today!"
"Why do you make it so hard to love you?" Laila shook her head, pursing her lips together to avoid giving Matt any satisfaction of her amusement.
"Ugh, that last season was a shitshow..." Lilith groaned.
"See... everybody says that. But it was just too rushed. If they just did the same things but spread it out across a normal length season so it could breathe-"
"Master, we are not having this conversation right now." Laila said sternly, not only feeling it, but seeing Matt's eyes drooping as his movements were gradually becoming more sluggish, despite his jovial attitude. "You're tired."
"Death probably takes a lot out of someone. Even you." Lilith commented, noticing Matt's steadily declining consciousness.