I saw you watching Gii’da, or reading about her.

  Do you ever wonder if reading Fiction is like getting cucked?

  Think about it, you're just watching as someone else is living their life.

  Why not go on some adventures yourself? Sure, maybe there's an element of fear, but then, that sounds like a cucked reason to me.

  The thing about stories is they never just end.

  All that happily ever after bullshit is just people putting a convenient stopping point in eternity.

  In a way, beginnings are too.

  Eternity is just one big spiral of stories, and the pancosma? It's all of those stories.

  Why are you reading about little Ambar anyway? His story doesn't matter to all the others. It's long in the past. I do feel a little bad for screwing up with him. Poor kid. Maybe if I had found him sooner I could have set him right, but I wasn't used to this meta awareness shit yet.

  I should get back to the task at hand.

  Where was I? Oh yeah, Tammy had just asked me to steal a baby from an angel. . .

  Well, navigating the Pancosma is weird. If you aren't careful, the firmament will change underneath your feet. I don't just mean in the normal 3 dimensions either. Sometimes it'll twist through 14 and time, and you do not want to have to unravel yourself from that, trust me.

  I guess it'll easier to describe the Pancosma in terms of metaphor. It's like a doughnut that. . . No. Think of a land that stretches off forever. In the center of this land is a tree with more leaves than the stars in the sky. Each one of those leaves is a world, and the land itself is made of the ideas and stories of each of those worlds. When people die they travel in the Pancosma and they don't remember it, if they are lucky.

  Souls are valuable here, you don't want a passing demon or a passing angel to just snatch you up. All the ideas, concepts and memories all wrapped up in a soul is what they need to reproduce. A dastardly villain? Perfect material to craft a new demon. A saint that cared for orphans? The Angels will want that one. It's not that simple of course, but I digress.

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  I have a job to do.

  I stepped out into the vast featureless plain, the ground breaking up into the fractal of floating islands of the Hells behind me. . . Yeah, don't deal with demons kids. . . And I set forth on my dastardly quest.

  I'd say it would take me days to cross limbo, but time is pretty meaningless in a place where all of eternity connects in one point, just. . . It'll take a while metaphorically. Please, just take my word for it, and if I say something like “I passed a rock” please understand that it's more the concept of a rock I passed and not a rock in the sense you would commonly understand it, or anything else for that matter.

  Where was I? Right, stealing a baby.

  I won't bore you with my travel across limbo, it was rather dull.

  How I was going to get to where the baby was though? Well, I figured I'd start with Valhalla.

  Of all the heavenly realms, Valhalla is probably the easiest to get into. You just have to die in battle! Yay!

  Well lucky for me, the fungal goblins gave me the golden ticket I needed. I just had to deal with the door guard.

  “Name and purpose?” Phillipiamus asked.

  “Look Phil, you know me, must we do this everytime?”

  “Name and Purpose!” Phil demanded.

  “Fine, my name is Delvin. My purpose is to steal a baby.”

  Phil squinted at me.

  “Real name and Purpose please.” He said.

  Well, what can I say, it was worth a shot. I tried to warn him. He's going to feel really silly later.

  “Real name, still Delvin. Purpose, I died in battle with a horde of goblins to save people and I want to go to Valhalla.”

  Phil sighed. “Fine, that checks out. No idea why you are allowed in after leaving all these times.”

  “It's because all the Valkyries love me. You should come in and try giving them some company sometime.” I winked at him.

  Phil frowned at me. “Not your worst joke. I guess I should be happy you aren't asking for frequent flyer miles again.”

  “Ohh yeah! Can I get them added to my account? And how about some. . .” I found myself on the other side of the gate. “. . . Peanuts?”

  It happens. Phil just doesn't get my humor.

  How do I know about frequent flyer miles? Like I said, the Pancosma connects all space and time, including yours. It'd be weird if I didn't know. Ohh and sorry about next week, you'll get through it, just take it one day at a time.

  Anyway, baby stealing.

  The inside of Valhalla tends to be bright, like all of the heavens, but instead of gleaming Marble or gold, Valhalla is lined with blades of Mithril, Orichalcum, and all sorts of alloys used in weapons. I think it makes the place look rather colorful compared to drab white or gold.

  Oh and it's loud, with drinks always being passed around.

  Speaking of which, one moment, there should be a servant circling here about now. I need a drink.