Devil's Apocalypse

In an unknown space, a man opened his eyes. He appeared to be about 25 years old with brown hair and eyes, roughly 1.7 metres tall and wasn't particularly attractive but wasn't ugly either.

He looked around the space that he found himself to be situated in but couldn't locate any sort of entrance or exit. The man couldn't find any source of light either but everything was slightly illuminated with a dull fluorescence making the room clearly visible but giving it an eerie feeling. The only notable thing in this room was the walls that appeared to be moving whenever he glimpsed them from the corner of his eyes but, when he looked at them directly, they appeared normal.

"Well that's definitely creepy"

He looked around for a few more seconds before attempting to stand up in order to get a better look at the walls but, when he did, he noticed that his limbs didn't seem to be working properly or, a better way of explaining it would be, his limbs moved but he was floating just above the ground and had no feeling in his limbs.

"What the hell is going on? I can see myself and move my limbs but I can't feel any part of them. How does that even work? I didn't pay attention in biology but I'm fairly certain the nervous system was connected to both feeling and movement.

Wait a second, now that I look closer, WHY CAN I SEE THROUGH MYSELF?!"

He started sporadically checking his body in multiple places and it wasn't just his mind playing tricks on him. Whenever he moved any part of his body, it would become slightly transparent and misty before returning to normal when he stopped moving.

"What is happening to me? How did I even get here? And why do I look like some sort of ghost when I move?"

He tried to think back to what happened prior to coming here but he couldn't think of anything that stood out. He was just going about his life in the same way he normally does, waking up, going to work, coming home, eating dinner, playing video games or reading, and then going to bed.

"I truly can't think of anything worthy of note. Damn, I would've watched the news more if I'd known it would be this important."

He then decided to not think about it for now and instead decided to move towards the creepy walls again as he had nothing better to do. The walls behaved in the same manner in which he first observed them but, as he started focusing on the corner of his vision to more easily see the unnatural movement of what should be a solid surface, he noticed the wall seeming to be bending into itself and, after watching it for a few seconds, he started to get a gradually growing ache in his head and sudden dizziness ȧssaulted him, so he quickly looked away.

"Ooooh, that was not pleasant. How a ghost, or whatever I am now, can become nauseous is beyond me but I don't think I should look at the walls anymore."

Completely stumped on what to do from now on, he went back to the middle of the room and sat down, or floated to the ground and hovered a few millimetres off it, while being careful not to let himself be captivated by the abnormal movement of the walls.

Slightly alarmed by this development, the man slowly backed away from it but, before he even had time to think about what was going on, a figure stepped through the tear and started speaking to him.

"Why hello there. I'm so glad you could make it to my tea-less tea party. Please, make yourself comfortable and tell me, what's it like being dead?" Queried the figure in such a jovial way that it didn't register to the man exactly what was being said.

"Umm, I'm sorry, did you say dead?"

"Yes! Dead! D-E-A-D. I do believe you retain the capacity for auditory perception, yes?"

"I'M DEAD!?"

"...yes? I am talking in a frequency you can understand, right? It has been a long time since I interacted with carbon based lifeforms and communicated in such a primitive way but I don't believe I got it wrong... then again..."

"HOW DID I DIE!"

"Oh how indeed. Truly a mystery of the universe... death. Why, back when I was... something years old, I too wondered about the concept of death, but then forsook it! As it is nothing that concerns me. But instead of thinking about the past, why don't we look to the future!"

"But I'm dead, what future do I have?"

"Well that's entirely up to you, the groundwork will be lain, but what you do next is not within my jurisdiction, though the world as you know it will have changed by the time you return."

"...So I'll get to live again?"

"Hmm, in a way, though you won't be you, or human, or of that world technically."

"What?"

"And I think that about sums everything up."

Then with a wave of their hand, a black void, similar to the one the figure stepped out of, appeared directly beneath the man's feet, immediately pulling him into it before he had any chance to react.

"Rejoice, as you have been granted a magnanimous opportunity, one that might allow you to survive the coming turmoil..."

Then, with these last echoing words, the entrance to the void looking into the strange space shut and the man was surrounded by nothing but darkness, being only able to see himself when he looked around. However, this did not last for long as a panel of sorts appeared in the man's mind, reminiscent of a notification on a computer or in a game.

[System integration complete. Binding to Soul… commencing...

5%

67%

81%

99%

Done.]

"What?"

[Beginning reconstruction of soul… commencing…]

Suddenly, the man felt an excruciating amount of pain, as if his very essence was being ripped apart and, through the pain, he glimpsed his body being torn apart into multiple pieces that started spinning around him while he experineced the sensation of something merging with him.

"AARRR! I THOUGHT I COULDN'T FEEL ANYTHING!"

Then, with nothing but his screams and the never ending pain to comfort him, the man lost consciousness.