Zen Maximus stood outside the magnificent house in a very upscale neighbourhood. The area was surrounded by extravagant mansions and luxury cars. No doubt that it was a luxurious neighbourhood.There was a look of hesitation on his chiselled features. His tall athletic build slumped a little, like he was contemplating what to do next. His wife, Stella Richard, on the other hand, smiled and jumped up and down in excitement, “Let’s go inside!" Holding his hand she pushed him forward. She had a slender yet athletic frame. Her long lustrous hair cascaded down in gentle waves framing a face adorned with delicate features. "Hurry up!" She nudged him again. “I don’t know… your family hates me.” Zen replied knowing very well that he would have to face humiliation and insult if he were to go inside. “Don't worry everything will be alright!” Stella sighed, patting him on his shoulder as she rang the doorbell. The door opened and a young woman in her twenties came into view. Sarah Richard

Zen walked aimlessly for a long time. He had no idea where he was going or where he would end up. All he knew was that he needed to escape the terrible situation he was in, yet he wasn’t seeing any way out. Even his own wife Stella had turned against him, asking for a divorce. He laughed sarcastically, rubbing his hand to his face and wondering what to do next. He wished he had an option, he wished she would have trusted him more. He wished for a lot of things that he knew he wouldn't get.His phone suddenly rang, jarring him out of his thoughts. As he brought it out from his pocket, he grimaced at the look of his phone. He had been planning to change it for a while now, but since he couldn’t even afford to feed himself, how would he get a new phone?“Zen!” A man’s voice filled his ears as soon as he picked the call, “Where the hell have you been? Don’t you know you’re supposed to work today?!”He looked around in panic, seeing that he was a long way from home. He remembered retu

[No matter how much you try to run from your troubles, they always seem to catch up with you.]In an unknown place, a man was lying on an altar.His limbs splayed out as if he were a sacrificial lamb waiting for the slaughter.However, before anything would happen, he opened his eyes.As he opened his eyes, he felt warmth on his face.There was a confused look on his face, but with his hands still supporting him, he raised his torso and sat up.He looked down at himself and noticed that he was wearing a strange white robe."Wait!" he said out loud, surprised. "I am alive?" He remembered throwing himself off a building, so there was no way he could survive.He wondered, tilting his head to look at the sun-like light above his head. "Is this heaven?"But as he scanned the room, a sense of foreboding crept over him.The walls were covered in strange symbols that glowed with an eerie light, casting shadows that seemed to dance on their own accord.The air was thick with a heady scent that

They got into the building. Zen looked around the abandoned mess, realizing for the first time the true inspect the intrusion of the experiment had caused. There were black holes in the wall, some debris and blackened stones. It was almost as though he could imagine clearly what had happened here. As he looked at fallen walls and melted stones, flashbacks of memories that weren’t his flitted through his brain. He paused briefly at an upturned dirt in the air. A female worker had died at this spot. She was helping others to out and somehow the impact of the portal had reached her when it blew over the top. He ran forward and caught up with Ariel. She was surprisingly fast paced. He suppose he should not be surprised, seeing as she was a demon and had a magical trait. She suddenly stopped and he saw that they were in a shattered sort of room. “Here was your office,” Ariel said. “Here, you made important decisions that affected or impacted the lives of others.”“I can see that the las

Zen woke up to breakfast in bed. He stretched, yawning and then immediately closing his mouth when he realized that it reeked of bad breath. He sighed and massaged the middle of his head.“I suppose the perks of an old man includes bad breath.” He muttered to himself.A raucous laughter filled the room. He turned and saw that Emma was standing at the door, watching him. He relaxed back into the bed, watching her. His resurrection made him see life a different way. Sure, an old man point of view, but different nevertheless. Emma smiled at him and closed the door after she left. She was dressed in a black dress and a stunning red lipstick. Sighing, he looked to the food beside him.He never imagined that she would go through any length to serve him food, but she did. It was toast bread and milk, a very simple breakfast. Then he glanced to his right and saw that he’d overslept.Shit.Zen bounced of bed, and he nearly toppled on his face in the process. He steadied his foot and stood upri