Leo spun around, his translucent heels skidding on the floor of black glass. He faced the direction the voice had come from, his fists clenched at his sides.
But there was nothing there. Just the endless, oppressive black void and the silent crackle of red lightning in the distance.
"Yes, it is me," Leo shouted, his voice echoing into the nothingness, "Who are you?"
"Don't tell me you are some other god. I have had enough of the divine interventions from you people. My quota for cryptic deities playing with me is full."
"God?" The air vibrated. It wasn't a wind, it felt like everything from the floor to the wind shook that rattled Leo's teeth.
The Voice laughed. It sounded like tectonic plates grinding together deep beneath the earth, low, heavy, and infinitely old.
"Hmph. You sound... young. And loud."
"And you sound old," Leo retorted, crossing his arms.
"Like, some old rusty VCR."
"But enough of the suspense. Which one of you made a mistake this time?"
