Chapter 2: Judgment
This is a work of FICTION, made by and for adults 18+. The following chapter includes depictions of severe trauma (dissociation), androphobia, and accidental misgendering of a transgender man and a transgender woman. Reader discretion is advised.
"It's okay!" The deep, angelic voice didn't ease Aileene's panic when her breath returned, nor did the strong hands that carefully held her cool shoulders. "
Aileene
,
it's okay
." She fought to break free, shouting further as the man with long brown and gray hair came into focus. His silver right eye, pale aura, and charred clothes unsettled her further, but the golden glowing circlet above his head and expansive swan wings finally forced her away from the loose grasp in terror. "You're saf—"
"
S-
STAY
," she held out her trembling hand before tripping; crackling and burning filled her senses as she cowered away. "S-s-stay—"
"I'm
not
," the towering figure knelt while holding out a steady palm, "going to hurt you, child. You're
safe
now."
"S-s-s," Aileene broke her stare enough to find pure white behind him, "
safe
?" When he didn't move, she realized she lay upon a field of clouds. Her brown dress was replaced by a snowy robe—like the black one the stranger wore, apart from the gold sash around his waist. She pulled the skirt up; the skin on her calf was smooth, unburned, and hairless.
'Wait—'
Upon twisting, Aileene realized that her hair no longer reached her back. "
No
," she reached around, but it wasn't even to her shoulders.
'No, no,'
upon feeling her head, Aileene found her short curls. The once fiery locks were now deep auburn and no longer passed her ears. Aileene could hardly contain her tears.
"I'm sorry." With his consolation, she wailed. Clutching what remained of her mane, Aileene's cries worsened as she recalled the men burning her away. She held herself, but the soft skin only reminded her of the heat. Scarcely calmed as he spoke, "Aileene," she met his sorrowful expression. "I'm sorry, but you can't stay here."
"Wha..." She looked around and found a long set of steps with golden gates guarding the top. "What do you mean?"
"This is a place for those who died free of sin." He reached for the iron chain around his neck and touched the link that glowed dark red—the rest glimmered with other colors Aileene could only imagine before. "Because of the life you took, you can't stay here until you've been absolved of your sin."
"Bu-but I— I was
protecting
myself!"
"That's why I was able to reduce how long you'd have to wait. You would have to have waited a thousand years, or summers—"
"
A
," Aileene trembled, "
A
THOUSAND SUMMERS??!
"
"
But
, because you were protecting yourself, normally I would have been able to reduce that to fifty—"
"
Fifty
—"
"