After jumping into the portal, praying to both God and God-Not-God to send me home, I was both depressed and angry when I saw that I was back in the white expanse. I wanted to scream every profanity known to man and then some, but I didn’t just for the fact I knew that the next fight was my last because of the magical power of three. If there was more than three it wouldn’t be good story structure now would it? I was brought out of my thoughts when The Voice spoke up, and by 'spoke up' I mean he was laughing a full, hearty, belly laugh that lasted for what felt like ages. It didn’t help that the longer he laughed the more irritated I became. Once he was done he actually spoke.
“HAHA! That, my boy, was amazing! In all of my eternity I’ve yet to see someone be as crazy, brave, insane, and desperate as you! And don’t take that lightly, I rarely have that good of a laugh and it’s even rarer that I praise a mortal such as yourself! Haha!” The Voice boomed, and for a second he almost went back into a laughing fit, and to my sanity, he didn’t. But even though I wanted to leave already I had one question for him. “Okay, I get it, you think I’m funny and shit, haha. Whatever. Just tell me what I’m fighting next, I want to get back to my world and get back to my hunting, that thing you fucked up for me. And please for the love of God don’t ell me I’m fighting that art project thing I saw in the last dimension, cause that thing should not be physically possible!” I was really hoping the last fight would be an easy one that wasn’t against an living Picasso art piece. And for the first time in the whole escapade, I was told something I wanted to hear!
“No you won’t have to fight the ‘art project' as you put it, his name, though, is Discord the Lord of Chaos. Fun guy once you get used to him, and that took me around six hundred or so mortal years, was definitely worth it in my opinion. But enough of my rambling, it’s time to give you some advice against your next task. The being that you are going to fighting is known to harness dark magic, be warned that his specialty resides in his swordsmanship and his ability to make nightmares and fears come to life. He has never been bested in a sword fight and his magic will no doubt kill you with your own fears. If it were not for your unique mental shielding, or as you would put it, The Human Will, he would be able the kill you. But do not think that it won’t test your sanity if he gets you within his magic’s grasp. Do you understand?” The Voice asked, though I did answer.
“Yea I get it, don’t let him get close and turn me into Swiss cheese and don’t let his magical mine rape thing hit me, is that all Mr. God-Not-God?” maybe it wasn’t the best idea to call him that because in an instant I was sent flying through the portal, only hear one last thing.
“King Sombra.”