Rourke's head began to spin, and the world seemed to bleed into one phantasmagoria of color and sound. The dark colors of the twilit forests clashed with harsh pinks and reds of his hallucinations, colors spawned by from the recesses of his mind. Shapes and sounds, from memories he knew and from memories he didn't, stimulated the man's befuddled senses, confusing him even more.
The Marine had experimented with... questionable substances when he was younger, and the experience reminded him of it. Of course, there were no pink elephants, and no one was playing the Beatles.
For a moment, a flash of light blinded the Marine, and his body seemed to float above the hazy tree line. He slowly turned his head up, and saw a sky, full of stars. The man gasped at the sheer beauty of it, and grinned.
Whoo-hoo, man, this is like the fuckin' best shit I've had since... ah... I dunno. I think it's almost better than the time I put some of that crack in the Sergeant's coffee, haha man that was fun hey you know what else is fun Dwarf Fortress is fun its this game I used to play the dude who made it is a real cool dude
The man did not consciously project his thoughts to the world, but in his state, anything was bound to happen. The food he had ingested, the food for the gods, had never been meant for mortal stomachs. The man would have been consumed by it long ago, if he had been truly a man. BLACKLIGHT's legendary resilience had saved the man, but only just. His mind was dangerously close to breaking, and his body was undergoing... changes.
Rourke's high was immediately interrupted as he slammed back to earth. Edward knew that something was wrong when he hit not soft grass, but a cool flat surface.
"Jesus Christ, this is weird." The soldier sat up, scratching his head. This time, there was nothing but white, white and more white. Aside from the floor-like surface he sat on, there was nothing. No sound, no smells, nothing.
"So you're here too? Welcome." Rourke jumped as he heard a woman's voice directly behind him. He swerved around, and saw a woman, not much younger than him, standing there, her hands on her hips. She was garbed in simple clothes, a pair of denim jeans and a black t-shirt proclaiming "Cthulhu '09", with a cartoony image of the cosmic entity wearing a three-piece suit, preaching to a crowd. She wore her hair in a ponytail, and her bright green eyes were alight with amusement.
"What the hell? Where am I?"
The woman crossed her arms, and smiled. "You're in a... storage facility of sorts. Something must have happened to you, like maybe you nearly died, but He still needs you, so you end up here." Her voice was matter-of-fact, as if the Marine was supposed to know that he was going to end up in the literal middle of nowhere, and nothing, at any random moment.
"Wait, who needs me?"
"Ah, I see. This... thing, I dunno what It, or He, is called, needs us."
"What for?"
"Hell if I know. Let's hope you get lucky and He calls you back to wherever the hell you came from soon. Well, might as well come with me, then." She faced away from Rourke, and began to walk. After she noticed that the man did not follow, she turned again.
"Come on, you wanna get out of here or not?" She raised an eyebrow at Rourke.
"Uh... sure." The woman sighed, and continued to walk. Rourke followed her, the sounds of their footsteps the only things in this empty void.
After what could have been an hour or what could have been an eternity, the pair came to an empty point in the void.
"Here we are." The woman crouched over a spot in the whiteness, and fiddled with something only she could see.
"Where are we, exactly?"
"Well, we're at a gate. Of sorts. I'll go and ask It whether I should send you back." Her voice was curt, businesslike. She finished fiddling with that spot, and stood up, backing up a bit.
Rourke opened his mouth again, but was interrupted by a sudden rumbling. His M4 went up, and the well-trained Marine searched for the source.
With a quiet pop, a great stone gate had appeared, floating several feet above them. Its surface was carved with images of war and death, most of them resembling Stone Age cave paintings Rourke had seen back home, in a museum. Disturbingly, as his gaze approached the center of the great gateway, the images became clearer, more defined, until he saw a great atomic mushroom cloud in the heart of the door.
"Well, here it is." The woman patted the stone surface with one hand. Rourke simply stared at her, his brow wrinkled. "What, you never open a door before? Go on."
Tentatively, Rourke placed his hand on the door, near the mushroom cloud, and pushed it. It swung in easily, with not a whisper of sound. Inside was a great expanse of darkness. Rourke stood, staring into the void.
It was then when the two heard a great voice in the emptiness, one that the woman had heard time and time again, but the Marine only once.
"GO ON, MY SERVANT. MAKE YOUR WAY TO AETHER, AND CONTINUE YOUR TASKS. It paused, as if it was wondering what to say next. "WOMAN, GO WITH HIM. TEACH THE MAN'S CHARGE. THE SHADE WILL ASSIST YOU." The woman frowned, and then nodded.
"Fine. Whatever. I wanted to leave this dump anyways." Brushing past the Marine, the woman strode into the blackness without so much as a tremble. As soon as she passed under the door, she disappeared. Rourke, not wanting to be left behind, tentatively followed. As soon as he passed through the door, he found that he was lying on the grass, arms spread out wide.
"Ah, so you are awake." Edward could hear the Shade's voice once more. The shadowman was crouching over him, and the inky depths of his face slightly disturbed the man. It certainly wasn't something he liked to wake up to.
"What the hell happened?"
"Well, it seems that you were dead for a while."
"Christ on Friday, this is weird." Rourke shook his head, and stood up. The woman was there, smirking. She was still wearing the Cthulhu shirt and jeans, but she had a messenger bag, slung on her shoulder. Phaedron turned, and saw the woman. He nodded curtly.
"Hello again, Cassandra."
"Nice to see you too, Shade." She smiled at Phaedron, nodding as well. "Well, the big guy has sent me... here, to help train... whoever you're training. Mind filling me in on this?" Phaedron nodded again.
"Of course, Miss. Follow me." The two left Rourke in the dust, chatting up a storm.
Rourke is nearly killed by the Ambrosia, and his consciousness is sent to a pocket dimension where The Chained God keeps his more important minions. He is sent back to the World, the archmage Cassandra in tow. Cassandra learns of the current situation, and of Poena.