Creation Theory - Ch. 5 - Bodil

    Tyler stared at the man before him with wide eyes. He looked just like Martin, the inventor and mechanic in his team, Team Inhuman.
    The man raised an eyebrow. "Who?"
    Tyler furrowed his eyebrows. No, this wasn't Martin... Martin was shorter and never used the same tone this man was using... Wait, was this the man they were talking about? You had to be kidding him. He looked like an asshole.
    The man looked Tyler up and down. "Why are you here?"
    "Hero said you could help me." Tyler said.
    "Hero says a lot of things." Bodil replied.
    "Look, I don't have the time to mess around." Tyler growled. "Marcus lost his shit and I have to be strong enough to help Commander Sky protect Minecraftia. If you don't want to help, fine, at least teleport me out of this place."
    "Minecraftia?" The man started to pace around him. "Which one?"
    "Archangel's Minecraftia." Tyler said, watching the man with sharp eyes.
    "Ahhh, I see... Honestly, not my favorite." Bodil said. "I really like that one with um... Oh what was her name? Drakonia! That's it. I like that dimension. I go there sometimes."
    Tyler stared at him with disinterest. "Will you help me or not."
    "Why should I?"
    "I'm not the person to ask. Though Notch and Hero said something about letting you back into some council."
    The man tensed.
    Tyler raised an eyebrow boredly.
The man crossed his arms, clearing his throat. "What's your name?"
    "Tyler."
    "I'm Bodil."
    "Fascinating."
    Bodil stuck out his tongue before the world around them started to form. They were in a valley, with grass beneath them and a blue sky above. There were rock walls circling the valley, maybe fifty feet tall. There was a waterfall roaring on the far left, and further to the right was a small wooden cabin, hardly more than a shack.
    Tyler wrinkled his nose. To any normal person it would look pretty, but he was disinterested. He didn't have time to be fascinated with pretty sights or homes. Wanted to make him feel at home? Give him lava and a dark cave, that's when he'll be impressed.
    Tyler huffed but walked in anyway.
    Bodil walked towards the cabin with a soft hum. "I suppose I'll have to build more on since you're here... Ah well, I was meaning to anyways." He opened the door and held it for Tyler.
    It was a quant little place, not what he would expect for a god. It was only one main room, and then a bedroom through the door opposite the front. There was a little fireplace and a rack of pots and pans above it. A rather old-looking couch was in front of the fireplace and there were a few pictures on the wall. Tyler saw a workbench in the corner with a chair in front of it and a basket that was filled with dirty dishes, probably to be taken to the river to wash. The shack, altogether, seemed rather medieval.
    He relaxed a little bit. He always liked the medieval times, they were filled with courageous and helpful men and women.
     Bodil put his hands on his hips. "For tonight, you'll have to sleep on the couch."
     Tyler grunted in acknowledgement. He doubted he'd be getting any sleep tonight anyway.
    "So why exactly are you here?" Bodil asked. "Why do you need my help specifically?"
    "The Notch in my world, we'll call him Marcus, and I fought. He was able to heavily wound me with an iron weapon, and I still haven't been able to heal fully from it. I've been asleep for a long time, I need to relearn my moves and maybe learn a few new ones. If I'm going to help my world I can't be weak. Basically, I need to build my strength and stamina back up." Tyler said. "For some reason, they think you can help me." He looked Bodil up and down distastefully. "Can't see why."
    Bodil smirked slightly. "You're a Soulsucker."
    Tyler growled. "What gave it away?" He asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
    Bodil shrugged casually. "I assume you've had many human masters."
    "Ninety-five percent of the time."
    "So you know the nature of humans."
    "Yes. Sadly."
    "So you know humanity is a species of romance and imagination, inventiveness. And also do war. Do you assume I cannot fight?"
    Tyler shrugged, smirking slightly. "I've been in your petty wars. I was not impressed."
    Bodil just smirked. "So, let's see what you can do. C'mon." He led Tyler back outside and to a sort a dugout by the of the house. The ground was sand, and around the dugout was a wooden railing. A rack of weapons was on the far left, a second rack filled with tools right beside it.
    Bodil stopped at the center of the dugout and turned to Tyler. "Kill me."
    Tyler stared at him. "Excuse me."
    "Are you deaf as well as stupid?" Bodil asked.
   Tyler's eyes narrowed as he growled lowly, pulling out his scythe.
    Bodil watched, raising an eyebrow.
    Tyler stepped forward and swiped at Bodil, aiming for his neck.
    Bodil ducked out of the way. "Oh come on."
    Typer huffed before he spun the scythe in his hand, before swiping up, aiming to get Bodil up his chest.
   This time, Bodil didn't stop him and the blade was imbedded in his chest.
   Tyler gasped and, for some reason he didn't understand, he stumbled back.
    Bodil looked down at the scythe in his chest interestedly. "Hm. Never used a scythe before." He grabbed the long handle and pulled the sharp edge out of his body without even wincing. Then he held the scythe ready to fight with and looked at Tyler, who was watching with big eyes. Bodil smirked. "What are you gonna do now?" He asked.
    Tyler stared at him, then gritted his teeth. "I can't do anything. Not without my scythe."
    "And that's why you need my help."
    Bodil said, moving into a more casual position and leaning against Tyler's scythe.
    Tyler winced as he leaned against his scythe, tense. "May I have her back please?" He growled, referring to his scythe.
    "Kill me first." Bodil said, folding it up. "Or perhaps, just beat me. I'd rather not be stuck in the void for a few years. It's not pleasant. After you do that, you can have your scythe back."
    Tyler gritted his teeth. "You've got to be kidding me! I'm powerless without her!"
    "Well there's gonna be times you're stuck without her." Bodil said, mocking Tyler's voice on the last word, which was quite interesting with his Bulgarian accent. "Then what are you going to do? Die? Pathetic."
    Tyler's cheeks went red as he gritted his teeth. "You're an asshole." He snapped, doing everything he can to keep his voice from trembling. He was paranoid without his scythe, she had never left his hand or his back ever since she was given to him when he was a few thousand years old. Now, seeing her in Bodil's filthy hands, made anger bubble up inside of him.
    Bodil hesitated, before he straightened up. "Can you cook?"
    Tyler huffed. "No."
    Bodil groaned loudly. "Okay, well then you're going to have to wait for a late dinner." Then he promptly disappeared.
    Tyler waited a few minutes before he screeched loudly in anger, stomping his foot before he turned and angrily walked back to the cabin.
    He was alone for at least an hour.
    He spent more than half of it screeching into a pillow.
    Then, mid scream, he heard a snort. "Wow, you're a literal teenager."
    Tyler looked up and glared at Bodil. "Don't fucking start with me."
    Bodil rolled his eyes and tossed his scythe to him. "There. You just can't open it till I say you can."
    Tyler clung onto the staff of the scythe quickly, glaring up at him. "Like I'd listen to you."
    Bodil laughed, and Tyler noticed how strange and infectious it was. "Idiot. It's enchanted. You literally can't open it till I want you to. Where do you think I've been the past hour?"
    Tyler snarled loudly. He hadn't even been here for a day and this asshole was already on his nerves. How could Bodil teach him anything?"
    "Alright, I'll get dinner on. Try not to bother me." Bodil left the room.
    "...Jackass." Tyler muttered after he was gone.
    He was quiet for several minutes before he heard cheerful humming coming from the kitchen end of the main room.
    He sighed and curled up on the couch, setting his scythe down on the floor carefully.
    He closed his eyes tightly. Hopefully his world would be okay...
    He put his arm over his eyes. His team, his Master... His hand curled into a tight fist. He was stuck in this damn place with a foreign fuckboy, he couldn't open his scythe, and his chest was hurting like a bitch. Not to mention his back was cramping again.
    Then he felt something warm leap softly onto his chest.
    He shifted and opened his eyes to see a small black and white cat on his chest, staring at him with big green eyes.
    His eyes widened and his pupils dilated as he stared at the kitty. He slowly grinned, and gently began petting the cat.
    He squealed softly, holding the cat to his chest as he sat up. He adored cats, he hadn't had one for a few million years. It was in the SoulSucker genes to love cats so much, but he had been too busy.
    He purred and nuzzled his hand.
    Bodil jumped at the sound and looked over his shoulder. He raised an eyebrow.
    Tyler didn't notice, petting the cat happily as she purred and nuzzled against him.
    "...His name is Artie."
    Tyler smiled. "He's adorable~"
    Bodil just smiled a little and turned back around.
    Tyler laid back down, holding the cat in his arms.
    Bodil nudged him a few minutes later.
    Tyler looked up.
    Bodil held out a plate of food.
    "Thanks." Tyler smiled lightly, sitting up and taking it. Maybe this wouldn't be too terrible...