Page 240 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
I need to stay here.
Until a gentle tug draws my attention, and I feel a distantly familiar name spoken.
“Levi.”
Levi?
Like a cord being plucked, vibration pours through me. It sends an electrical current spiraling through me and suddenly I am yanked into the confines of what I can only describe as clay.
Flesh.
Even as that electricity continues to pour through me, coupled with the intense cosmic knowing and multiversal love, I look down to find tattoo covered hands. Even as I am filled with overwhelm.
A single droplet of water splatters the back of one hand.
Followed by another.
Tears.
I look beyond my hands.
To abs, a dick, legs, feet, and the wet stone beneath.
Oh, god.
Gross.
Why am I in a meat-suit?
“Feels strange, I know.”
I straighten, and shift towards the familiar voice. The handsome face that greets me sends an onslaught of memories pouring into me, and it’s too much to bear at once. I feel like my brain is being pierced through with a dull blade. I stumble and sway on my feet as dizziness and pain consume me, but strong hands grasp me; steady me.
“Easy there, princess.”
My eyes pop open and all at once clarity returns. The pain and dizziness lifts like it was never there in the first place. Azrael’s mouth tilts in a soft grin. That signature look of mischief twinkling in his eyes.
My mind is still reeling, still hovering between the only reality I’ve ever known, or could remember, until now, and the new reality that has been thrust upon me. Like the twohemispheres of a brain trying to reconcile the existence of the other.
And the fact that I now have to speak aloud to communicate...
“It feels primitive that I have to speak through... a fleshy hole in order to communicate.”
Azrael’s head tips back with laughter.
“I quite like your fleshy holes.”
I am stunned by the words, briefly, before laughter erupts from my chest. As our mutual laughter wanes, my mind returns to its attempt at trying to process what I am certain no human mind could ever possibly grasp, or effectively put into words, but could only be understood by experience alone.
Somehow, I intuitively know the answer, before I finish speaking the words.
“Where are we?”
“My mind. I guided you through my mental barrier.”
Holy.
Fuck.
