A/N: Okay, gonna use a cringe cliché. Maybe two. Also a LOT OF TALKING. Enjoy.

Groaning, I opened my eyes. Seeing the same stone slab I laid on before, I quickly went to sit up, only for several bright blue lines to shine across my body. Looking down, I saw they were thick link chains, a fierce arctic blue that lit up the area around me.

"Ah, you are awake." An old voice spoke, one that a man in the twilight years of his life might have sounded like.

Swirling my head around, I saw another giant. One covered in ornate gold and faint blue armour, a golden staff in his hand helping him walk. A long beard going past his waist and strong eyes, ones that had seen everything and survived them.

I was silent, not wanting to give the illusion that I thought was around me anything to

"Be at peace, human." The elderly giant said calmly. "No harm shall come to you here, you are safe." He smiled gently. "I shall stay until you wish to talk."

I tried to get out of the chains, pulling violently on them and squirming around like a rabid dog. I wasn't sure how long I attempted to escape, the elder giant just sat and stared at the landscape around me.

It was no use, the chains did not to harm me but that did not mean they would allow me to escape.

I stopped and stared, tears built in my eyes, the phantom pain of my eyes being pulled from their sockets was a fresh memory and my body remembered it well. I clenched my eyelids closed, hoping to force the tears away. Once I felt they were gone, I opened and just...stared. at the garden around me, at the beautiful stone work around me, the dome and its pillars.

I looked further, past the pillars and just gasped. The gorge burrowed between two mountain sides that touched the sky with their fingertips. A wind blew around, teasing my skin with kindness and love that I had not felt before, and a sun that rained warmth. Kindness, love and warmth that couldn't possibly belong to the dark place. The place that caused me agony.

'Good illusion, freak.' I thought, the idea of simply... escaping the darkness never entered my thoughts, just a delusion thought up to torture me.

"Now, you rest." He raised an arm. "Do not be afraid, human. This will simply let you sleep and nightmares will not haunt you. When you are awake, Muria shall be your healer." He gestured to the right, seeing the same amazonian woman standing silently at the entrance. Her eyes might've been covered, blinded by a weapon or accident, or even time, but I felt the woman's eyes on me.

I was silent, maybe they thought enticing me with a womanly body that I found attractive would lower my guard - get me into a false sense of security. However, I was on their game, and I would wait for them to kill me, with no hope in me - and not let them have satisfaction.

It was the only way I could've felt any victory, denying them happiness at my death. Maybe make them indifferent and bored.

"She shall be your healer for the foreseeable future."

Muria stepped forward, her bouncing chest led to me facing the land opposite her, and I heard her sit next to me.

"Like I said, human. You have gone through something horrific. Your wounds are mostly healed and I would like you to sleep before food is given."

I turned, and made sure to look up, to face her and nodded. I'll play along until my end. "Alright."

Muria stood and I laid on the slab for a third time. Eideard pushed his hands forward, sending me to sleep with a green light.

I did not fight the sensation, just hoping that my death had finally come.

The time between sleeping and becoming awake was quick, like a blink. Except I wasn't lying down on a stone slab but sitting in a garden chair, like the ones I would see outside a café. The world was white, a void opposite of the shadow place that housed the bat abomination.

In front was a sharp, misshapen orb. Gazing into the orb pulled my breath away from me, the pangs of the torture I endured came back. Flesh, bone, skin. It all burned. I tried to turn my head, only to find out I was locked in place.

'No! Let me out!'

"It's okay." A voice spoke, like a cool wind in the blistering sun.

A heave of air flowed into my lungs, calming my heart down from its blistering pace. The lock that was placed on my head, that forced it to only face forward, disappeared. I looked left, and saw him.

He was tall, abnormally so, like those giants or angels, and he was handsome, even I could admit. Flowing blonde hair that seemed to gleam in the white void, strong eyes that leaked caring and kindness.

"W-Who are you?" My stutter was very pronounced. The man...being sitting in another chair made me stare in awe. I wasn't sure what it was then.

The being smiled. "I guess you can call me, the Creator, or as the humans called me. God."

I was silent.

This was God?

It felt like I could trust Him, I wasn't sure what it was. A wash of calmness and happiness flowed over me, breaking through the paranoia and wrath. Shifting in the chair, I couldn't help but look at the one who called Himself God. A barely visible shimmer around him shone like the sun on the sea.

I smiled.

"Um, s-should I bow or anything?"

He chuckled, once again I felt at ease. As if talking to a family member that I hadn't seen in a while, who regaled me with tales of a life they've lived.

"No, no." He waved. "It's alright. I only wish for you to be soothed." God stood and gently stepped towards me. Kneeling at my side, we stood face to face, and His face turned into utter sorrow. "I am sorry, so, so sorry, my child."

The tears came easily when He finished speaking, the sincere tone in His voice and face just convinced me somehow.

"Why?" I asked, snivelling like a child. "Why...Why did you let those angels and demons kill us? Why those children?" My face properly looked like a crying dog, cries of pain seemed to echo in the white void.

I heard him sigh, a deep noise that shook my bones, before moving away and grabbing the chair. He let it down before me and sat in the chair.

Another sigh came from Him. "Because of the demons, and angels."

"W-What?" I blinked.

He took a moment, looking down then up. "When Lucifer rebelled, alongside some angels, I cast them out and imprisoned them in Hell. However, I was weakened, Lucifer was stronger than I thought." A small smile pierced through the sadness. "Oh Lucifer. He was angry. Angry that I wanted him to bow down to the humans." God sniffled quietly. "Anyway, the angels, in the hope that I would heal on my own, locked me away on Heaven's Throne, except…" God trailed off, and I grew more and more horrified. "Except the Archangels, my chosen, decided they wanted...power, maybe they felt I was too lenient with Lucifer. Maybe I wasn't...er, what's the word? 'Strong' enough? So, they keep me asleep."

My eyes were wide, taking in God's being and stuttered. The words did not even occur to form when they left my mouth. Just noises.

"And why are you telling me this?" My first complete sentence when meeting God. I would've been proud of myself for doing so if I didn't seem kind of pathetic.

"Because...because." God sighed, His shoulders fell ever so slowly. His eyes were closed tight as if He tried to gather the strength. "Because I want you to save me."

"...What?"

"I know. I know." He breathed harshly, looking like he was disgusted with himself.

"I'm...I-I'm just some human! Weak and, practically food for those...things!" I screamed. Maybe not the best idea in hindsight.

"I know." He said, a bit more firm in his voice but I wasn't paying attention as the ball got rolling.

"A-And I didn't even fight back when I got captured, hell, I practically pissed my pants when I spotted the demons!"

"I know, child." Now he was getting annoyed.

"Why not an angel, one of them would be better? I got sacrificed, alongside children!"

"I know!"

The world...shimmered. and I found myself crushed against the chair, the pressure was big and it slid across the void an inch with me still sitting in it.

Just as the squeeze appeared, it vanished. God growled before smacking himself in the head. Until he just let go and slouched into his chair.

"I'm sorry, child. I...I'm at my wits end. Being imprisoned in my own home, by my own children. Seeing the killing and destruction caused by their hands. I...I wish for it to end. I wanted balance. Heaven, Hell, but they just killed each other. They've gone too far now."

"But why me?" I asked, my voice quiet, and pleading. Hoping for a straight answer.

"Because you're different. You're not one of mine."

The statement caused me to widen my eyes, with my heart starting to hammer my ribs again.

"It's alright, child." He smiled softly. "I do not care that you come from another universe, nor do I care how you came to this one. It's because of that uniqueness that I ask this of you." He then pointed towards the orb. "Because of that."

I dared not look at it for I feared staring and being reminded about the hell I was in.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Your soul."

The revelation swung my head to stare at it. Only when I realised that I was staring at the orb, did I look away just as quickly.

"Your sound was morphed when you were in the Abyss."

"Abyss?" I questioned.

"I believe you should ask those Makers. Those people you're with." Seeing my crunched up look, God chuckled. "You are not in the Abyss anymore, child. Trust me."

And you know what? I did. Like I said before, something made me believe.

But one thing still bugged me.

"But still, why me? It can't just be because I'm just from another universe?"

"No." He said. "Well, also, yes. You see, because you didn't exist in this universe. It's like missing your vaccines for a disease when you're a child. So, your soul and body need to get your shots before you catch something."

"What did I catch?" I asked, dread pooling in my chest. "Super-measles, or something?"

"That's what's strange. You didn't catch anything. In fact, I think you gained the exact opposite. A gift."

"How does that look like a gift?" I pointed at my soul, spinning like a sharp basketball fitted with razor blades.

"Remember, you're like a magnet, pulling anything in to try and acclimatise. The Abyss is a place of infinite destructive energy." He smiled happily. "You somehow acclimatised to the Abyss itself, granting a fuel source but without being corrupted or driven mad by it's energies."

Looking to the side at the orb, the screams and aches became faint as I saw it for what it really was. It was black, as if staring into a black hold, rings of golden and white smoothed around it. Like gravitational lensing: you have a black hole and a galaxy light years behind it, the sheer power of the black hole's gravity bends the light from the galaxy forming a ring.

I stood and walked towards my soul. Stopping a foot away from it, I reached out and poked it. Nothing happened. I poked it again.

"I know humanity had a vanity issue but I wouldn't think they liked poking themselves." God laughed a little, to my dismay. "It's alright, child. It is you, remember. You cannot harm your own soul."

This time, I sighed and faced God once again. "Now what?"

"Now you train. I would try and convince the Makers, they can help you prepare, but I must warn you, child." His eyes turned stern. "It will be some time before you're ready to face the demonic and angelic army."

"How long?" I asked.

"Years."

A pinch in my throat clogged up my lungs and I coughed. "Huh?!"

"It takes time to learn how to fight, and survive. The angels and demons are near-ageless, they could fight and die for eternity - the Makers are even older than both. Learn from them. However, I wouldn't tell them of this meeting. Their world is dying, and they have fallen into a state of hopelessness. Talking about gow you met me would only make them feel anger."

I nodded. A feeling of readiness and determination filled me. I couldn't help but smirk at the moment. Like I was a protagonist in a manga or children's cartoon.

"One more thing, and ask the Makers of this also. Beware the Charred Council and they're enforcers. The Four Horsemen."

I awoke on the slab, sweat climbing from my pores. The voice was different from the one in the shadow place, it was familiar somehow. Like I was talking to a friend, or a kind person who gave you food on the house for no reason, despite the deep pitch.

'Charred Council? Four Horsemen? Fantastic.' That determination in my body was fuel for something. Something that I knew would help me in my mission from God.

Wrath.

Sliding off the slab, I stood, and marvelled on how big the table actually was. It was the same height as me. Shaking my head at the sheer stature of it, I turned towards the opening of the garden, stairs that were, like the table, massive. Both in the size of the stairs and the gap between each step.

"Jesus." I sighed before freezing. "Wait, was he real? Cause demons and angels exist so, does that mean…?"

My thought process stopped at seeing the elder giant climbing the staircase.

"Ah!" He said spotting me. "I see our guest is awake. How are you feeling?"

Nodding, I spoke. "Better, thank you…" I trailed off, remembering that I didn't even know his name. Guilt was at the forefront, I thought that this man was an abomination.

Eyes were the windows to the sound was the saying, and I saw generosity and concern. Concern for me.

"Call me Eideard, little one, and you are?"

My lips curled into a frown as something pinched my brain, the area behind my eyes stung as I tried to think of my name. "I-I don't know." I shrugged.

Eideard hummed and stroked his beard. "Maybe the damage you suffered while in the Abyss took away your memories as well."

"Abyss?" I muttered, thinking about the dark void and what God said to ask about. "That's what those demons called it. I thought it was called Hell."

Eideard reached the top and stood next to me, silently he looked towards the landscape with me following his action. "Yes, the Abyss. It is a realm of shadows, a place where worlds scorched of all life go to die. It is a graveyard of worlds. Hell is a different realm entirely."

I shuddered, finally getting clarification about the...Abyss wasn't what I expected. Maybe it was hell and others just called it something different - like countries calling themselves different names, Germans called their country Deutschland for example.

"Oh." Was my response.

"Indeed."

We remained silent. Eideard and I continued to etch the valley's image into our minds.

"I-Is it alright to explore?" I asked uncertainty. Not wanting to insult them any more than I did.

"Of course, little one." Eideard nodded and turned to walk down the stairs.

I hummed, following down the steps at a much slower pace for obvious reasons. "I'm going to need another name. While being told about my height everytime I meet someone is nice, a name would be more...ya know, better." I rambled, feeling more secure in myself, talking to God helped, believe it or not.

That's when it hit me.

'Oh god, I talked to God!'

"Indeed, well, I shall think about it. If you'll allow me the endeavour?" Eideard said, gaining my attention.

"Alright, maybe that woman, Muria, can...help?" The blood rushing to my face was unneeded but I could not stop it. Now that I realised Muria and the other giants weren't abominations planning to claw out pieces of my skull, the feeling of appreciation of Muria came flooding in.

Unfortunately, Eideard saw my blush and chuckled. "I see one of the human characteristics is true!"

"Oh, shut it." I mumbled, of course, Eideard took the chance to chortle louder.

The walk towards the other wasn't long, though I wasn't the most fit person back then, my pot belly was a massive indication of my past. How I was able to survive for a month in the apocalypse was anyone's guess.

Anyway, the camp that I spotted was surrounded by a full batch of giants. Male and female both. Standing around in a gathering, fland from what the serious faces and animated arms of one were telling me, were being entertained with a story.

"And then the pigeon goes 'you dare blaspheme! The leaders of Heaven are not simple diseased birds from the Third Kingdom!'" The group chuckled at the storyteller's high-pitched and whiny voice. Obviously a mockery of whomever he is portraying. As Eideard and myself were walking up, the clapping of the elder giant's staff alerted the group to our presence. "Ah!" Cried the storyteller, I believe Muria called him Ulthane. "I see our guest is up."

I took that as my cue to introduce myself. "Hello, I-I just want to thank you. You gave me a place to sleep when I… when I was sacrificed to the Abyss." The mention of that realm made a fair few flinch, but I continued. "I've no idea how I was able to survive and end up in your world, but I just want to say thanks for healing me and letting me stay in your home."

The giants didn't say anything initially and stood there quiet as mice.

"Well, thought the wee one would keel over." Something was in Ulthane's eyes, an emotion that I couldn't decipher.

"Ulthane!" Lambasted a female giant, auburn hair and a long leather apron of similar colour above plain clothing. "Don't mind him, human, Ulthane's mind sometimes leaves him. Call me Alya." Her head bowed as she finished. "This is my brother, Valus." The brother gave a grunt and a nod. "Don't mind him, he's a quiet soul."

Another stepped forward, covered in steel and red cloth, a ponytail and a three-pronged beard. Judging from the scars and crack in the armour, I knew this one was a fierce warrior.

"I am Thane, human. I know more about the monsters from the Abyss than anyone here except for Elder Eideard." I nodded, already my interest had peaked, and I knew to visit Thane. "You know my brother, Ulthane."

The storyteller nodded, that strange look in his eyes came back. One that I couldn't help but slot away for later.

My eyes turned to Muria. Shame made me walk up to her and speak. "I'm sorry, Muria, for causing nothing but grief since I got here."

Muria smiled, the turn of her succulent lips couldn't help but make me think I was going to have interesting dreams that night. "I have no issues nor feel anger or grief at you little one. Only relief on the fact that you are safe and back your senses."

A few more introductions went by before Eideard waved me over. Walking over, I found the others were disappearing towards different sections of the area.

"Yes, Eideard?" I questioned.

"Your wounds are healed, I feel the pain and madness that plagued your mind lifting, but I do not know what to do except help you get better. I might have plans to house you in our little section of our world."

"I know what to do, what you can do to help me do it." At Eideard's look, I continued. "Train me. Make me a warrior, make me a survivor."

Eideard stared and I reciprocated. His eyes didn't move from my own, they didn't search my body for injuries or my shaking hand.

"For what purpose, human?"

My answer was simple.

"What else? I have no race anymore, no humans to laugh with, to fight with. Might as well give them their just desserts. I'm gonna kill any and all demons and angels, make sure none of them steps foot on my homeworld again."

I have been watching a lot of Supernatural for the first time, so it has been taking a lot of my free time as well, so you might read moments that I might have unconsciously put in. Currently watching Season 4 on my third day.

What is life?

Anyway, it is currently 1 AM when I put this up. So, if there are any issues, I'm too tired to change anything, but hey, that's why we have an edit button.

I might get rid of the self-indulgent tag. Feels like I only put that there because I wanted traffic to appear, especially now that I've fully thought about this fic. Yeah, self-indulgence doesn't seem like what I have planned but that train of thought might change.

Anyhow, thanks for reading and, please, review and give your constructive criticism.