"Urghhh, why do I feel like shit".
Sam woke up groggily and rubbed his eye, letting out a yawn.
'I did great, right?'. Sam wondered how his night with Bella went. He clearly remembered going to her house and then... falling.... down..... the... stairs?
'Wait a moment, ain't I supposed to be dead?'. An ominous feeling of unease sprung up from his heart. Spreading like a virus through his body.
And why did his body feel so strange to him? Almost alien like.
'Did I rransmigrate?'. It seemed like a wild idea, but he had to remember he fell and hit his head. Violently so.
If he didn't die, he should have amnesia at the very least. But here he was, thinking. Or were thoughts allowed in the afterlife?
'Stop being a maniac and open your eyes.' He realized he had kept his eyes closed this whole time.
Steeling himself, Sam cracked open an eyelid. What he saw stunned him speechless.
He found himself in a lightless abyss. The only light came from a lantern he held in his hand.
But his eyes weirdly pierced through the dark maze, and what he saw horrified him. All around him were bodies.
Men, women, children, even non-human creatures. They all had one thing in common: chains were wrapped around their necks.
A few seconds passed, and Sam floated there, speechless.
'W-wh-where a-am I?'. As soon as the thought formed, memories crashed into his mind. They were memories of another life. Memories of a god.
He saw "Him" whose name was Amethyst.
He watched Amethyst's struggles throughout what was known as the warring era.
A time when fathers would devour their children for power, when Women would trap men to absorb their vitality.
A time when brothers and sisters would turn against each other.
He saw memories where Amethyst met a man wearing layered cloth and a silver cross chain. Amethyst was in awe as the enemies pursuing him instantly turned to ashes.
He watched Amethyst fight fiercely, rising through the ranks to become an angel.
The final memories showed Amethyst listening to the whispers of his traitorous brother.
He watched as he plunged a blade through the back of his benefactor and was crowned the imperial sun god.
The intense rush of divine memories nearly overwhelmed Sam's sense of self. This was, after all, the entire life and existence of a god compressed into a moment.
Just as quickly as they came, the memories of Amethyst receded, leaving Sam— who now felt like a mixture of himself and the god— breathing rather heavily.
It was as if the memories had flipped a switch. He felt an impossible amount of power surging inside him.
This power was so immense it threatened to drown the small amount of self-awareness he had managed to cling to during the mental attack.
He felt almost omnipotent. His vast consciousness involuntarily spread out of his control.
It immediately calculated the number of corpses hanging in the dark water: A trillion. No more, no less.
In no time, Sam began to have existence crisis.
The remnants of Sam, the young adult who loved chips and anime, struggled against the titanic mental presence of the god, Amethyst.
The fight was quick, but brutal, a spiritual war for control.
Sam realized his sudden use of the name Amethyst was not a choice; it was an echo, a reflex triggered by the overwhelming force of the god's memories.
These memories had burned the identity of the Imperial Sun God into his very core.
He fought to anchor himself. He was Sam. He was from Earth, he watched Ratatouille, and he tragically failed to get with Bella. He was that person.
Yet, he was also Amethyst. He had lived through the Warring Era, had ascended to an Angel, and committed the ultimate betrayal to become the Imperial Sun God.
He now possessed that god's impossible power and the knowledge of a trillion chained souls.
He wasn't just Amethyst wearing Sam's memories, nor was he Sam trapped in Amethyst's body. The two lives, two distinct sets of knowledge and personality, had slammed together and fused.
It was as if a third being had been born from the chaotic union. This new entity possessed Sam's relatable humanity— his disbelief, his humor, his recent pain— and Amethyst's divine arrogance and omnipotent power.
He was a strange duality, a mortal man who could calculate a trillion souls while still complaining about staircases.
He was both, yet he was utterly different. He was the God-Man, Amethyst.
With his new, unified identity stabilized, Amethyst looked down at himself. Even in the lightless deep, he could now see his form perfectly.
He saw that his hair was short and white, and his eyes were a piercing golden color, like tiny suns that bloomed and shone fiercely in the darkness.
He was dressed in Victorian-era clothes: black pants, a crisp white shirt, and a long, dark coat. A hat sat atop his head.
He immediately dismissed the lantern he held. The object had been merely a tool, created by the original Amethyst purely to travel through the "Emptiness".
Now that he had escaped "Emptiness"— the lantern was useless.
Amethyst, the new God-Man, was already viewing the original Imperial Sun God's life and achievements as his own. His focus was fixed on what came next.
Tapping into the god's power, Amethyst effortlessly blended into the dark light around him.
Any form of light, no matter how faint or distant, from the sun or the moon was now his to command and manipulate. He dissolved into the non-existent glow of the abyss.
In a mere half-second, Amethyst reappeared.
He was no longer in the abyss. He was standing on moonlight that stretched over a vast ocean. There was no land in sight, and the entire region was soaked in a state of perpetual night.
The ocean itself was an endless canvas of dark, rolling waves reflecting the faint, ethereal glow of the moon above him.
For a moment, Amethyst stood ontop of moonlight, effortlessly Aura farming.
But his aura farming was cut short when an excited squeal that sounded dangerously close to a girl.