Brightness. Blinding brightness was all Ethan Scott could remember before he woke up. It was an alien feeling, as if his body was floating in the air.
When his vision finally returned, he was confronted with an unimaginable reality. He really was floating in the air, in an unfamiliar space, and yet he was at peace. He didn't feel any panic or fear, just a serene calmness that washed over him as a soft breeze tickled his skin, carrying the scent of cherry blossoms.
The entire area was an open expanse. Wherever he looked, Ethan saw endless golden water covering the ground below him, and the sky was glowing with a similar golden hue. There were cherry blossom trees scattered about, their long and thick stems disappearing into the golden water. The cherry leaves rustled, some falling into the water and breaking its vast stillness for a few seconds, while other leaves just floated with the breeze.
"It's a beautiful place, isn't it?" Her voice was gentle yet commanding, making Ethan shiver a little.
"Yes, it is," Ethan mumbled, trying to make sense of the disembodied feminine voice that reverberated throughout the whole place. "Who are you? Why am I here and What is this place?"
"Take a breath." The speaker sounded amused. "I'll answer all of your questions, no need to hurry. We have all the time in the world because... you are dead."
"Dead?" Ethan asked.
"My apologies, this has all been my fault," another voice spoke to him. This one was also a woman, albeit she seemed to speak in an embarrassed and rather weak tone.
Right then, two feminine figures started materializing before him.
They both had red skin and jet-black hair. They had ears that ended in points and two golden horns jutting out of their skulls. One of them was wearing a large, intricately designed black gown with gleaming crystals, while the other, who seemed younger, was wearing a long black coat over a white shirt and black pants.
One of them spoke, whom Ethan recognized as the first woman who had spoken to him after he opened his eyes. "I'm Zeira. I am responsible for the safe passage of souls from life to the afterlife. In your world, I am known by many names and stories, albeit none even come close to my actual nature. The most common is the god of the underworld. And now you're in a realm where I reside and judge souls based on the life they led. This realm lies beyond life but before the afterlife."
Ethan had a lot of questions on his mind, and then it all came back to him. He had been driving his car to the director's place for a meeting about a new storyboard gig he'd gotten for a soon-to-be-produced film.
Most of his life, he'd been alone and had to struggle, but in the last six months, his life had turned upside down. He'd worked as a storyboard and conceptual artist for shows and had gotten many more jobs since then. After years of honing his skills and struggling to make ends meet, he had finally gotten himself an amazing home and was hoping to ask out a coworker who seemed to be showing interest in him too.
Alas, it all ended pretty soon. It was like waking up from a great dream before it even reached its high peaks. The black dog with raging red eyes had appeared before his car out of nowhere. He had slammed on the brakes and managed to stop the car before it could hit the dog and hurt it mortally. After that, it was all blurry. He remembered hearing a loud truck horn and a crash sound before his car started to spin, and then he lost his vision. His car was hit by a truck.
"I remember it now," Ethan spoke, looking at the red-skinned woman.
Zeira smiled warmly. "That makes my job easier." She had golden eyes and a warm smile. Although she appeared to be a woman in her 30s, Ethan felt she could be over a thousand years old and seemed pretty friendly for someone whose job seemed grim. "You may ask any questions that are on your mind, Ethan Scott."
Ethan was silent for a second. He had a clear question in mind. "Why did I have to die? I mean, I got into an accident, but why did it have to happen when everything was going so well for the first time in my life?"
"It's a mistake on our part, or more specifically, on my disciple's part," Zeira said, motioning to the other woman floating next to her.
Ethan turned his gaze to the other woman, who seemed younger and about his age, appearing to be in her early to mid-20s. "A few minutes ago, you apologized to me. What do you have to do with my death?"