The God Ages

I hadn't seen the door before. It wasn't there last night. Cautiously, I turned the handle. Chapter 1: The Mysterious Door “Hey Felix, It’s dinner time. Mom said she made hotdogs.” My older sister called, yelling from below the stairs. I can smell the hotdogs around the hot, balmy air. “I’m coming. Tell mom to save me a chair.” “Mom said to come now.” “But I'm busy!” “Do you want dinner?” “Fine, I’m coming.” I shouted, displeased by this sudden decision, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I walked down the stairs, getting a better smell of the food every step until I could fully take the full delight, staring at the masterpiece of the hotdogs,, awing in surprise. “You have finally arrived. It took you long enough, has it not? Anyways, eat your food before it gets cold.” My dad looks at me. He’s always had a problem with me since I'm not related. 10 years ago, when I was 4, my parents got into a car crash because a drunk driver crashed into them. My current mother figure was my mom’s best friend, and so she adopted me, yet the father never accepted me. Anyways, I took a bite of the hot dog, and immediately I was hit with a sensational taste, something I cannot describe. The scent of sizzling hotdogs wafted through the air, tantalizing my senses and urging me to hurry. Every step I took brought me closer to the feast, and with each mouthwatering sniff, my anticipation grew. Finally, I burst through the door, ready to claim my share of the culinary delight. "You finally arrived, took you long enough, has it not? Anyways, eat your food before it gets cold." My dad looked at me with a side eye. He'd always had a problem with me since I wasn't related. I picked up my plate, a mixture of hot dogs and condiments, and took a seat at the table. As I took the first bite, I was hit with a sensational taste, something I couldn't quite describe. "Hey, kid, go grab me some beers, or else." Father bellowed from across the table, sending shivers down my spine. I quickly finished my meal and grabbed a can of Corona from the fridge. I slid the beer to my dad, who opened it and slurped it like it was the last can of beer ever. I grabbed the lighter and the pack of cigars from the cabinet, handing them to my mother. She grabs the lighter and shoves it towards the cigar. "Good boy, you're excused now." Mother exclaimed, and without hesitation, I ran upstairs into the attic, not making a sound and closing the entrance. I sit down, exhausted. "Man, it feels good here, no parents... no sister... and no noise... I can read... my book... in peace." I pant, as I stand up and walk towards the cardboard box where I placed my book. I move the box with my hands and grab the hard, opaque cover. Suddenly, a faint glow emanated from the corner of the attic, catching my attention. "What is that?" The glowing light continued to grow vivid, almost as if it were beckoning me. "Come to me, child." The mysterious voice called out, and I couldn't resist its allure. "Who's there?" I cautiously inquired, waiting for a response. The voice remained silent, but the glowing light continued to intensify. I carefully approached the source, my heart pounding in my chest. As I neared the door, I noticed the glowing light pulsating in rhythm with my own heartbeat. With trembling hands, I turned the handle and pushed the door open. A swirling vortex of darkness and light greeted me, and I felt a strange, inexplicable pull towards it. As I stepped closer, the pain began – a sensation of being stretched beyond my limits. My body screamed in agony as the void consumed me.