Fox stared at her for quite some time, letting her words sink in, yet he still couldn't believe what he heard—artificially inseminated. The words whispered in his mind over and over, but it was as if he couldn't put the meaning to it. Fox wanted to laugh and call her batshit crazy. However, he couldn't.
"You're joking, right? Tell me you're joking," he begged. "Tell me this is all a fucking prank."
Fox clutched his chest when it started hurting again along with his head. He felt as if he couldn't breathe and his vision started to get blurry.
Fuck, I'm going to die again. He thought as his world went black.
Fox satup quickly in bed, noting he was still in the hospital. He looked to the side, seeing Genesis sleeping in her bassinet, and sighed in relief. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, feeling danger in the room. He panned the room slowly, stopping when he saw a figure standing by the window with his back facing Fox.
"Who are you?"
The person turned his head and smiled, sending shivers down his spine.
"I'm Death."
Fuck, I'm really dead.
"Gotcha," the guy said, laughing. "You should see your face right now." He pointed at Fox and continued laughing, which only made Fox want to punch him in the face.
"What the fuck? Answer my damn question. Who the hell are you? And what are you doing in my room?"
The guy stopped laughing. "Damn, why are so sensitive?" He shrugged his shoulders then walked over to Genesis's bassinet. "Now I know why Loki likes to mess with guys like you."
"Don't you dare touch her," Fox snapped when the newcomer reached out to touch the baby.
The guy pulled his hands back and looked at Fox, putting his hands in his pocket. "Do you know how long I've been searching for you, Fox Morgan, or should I call you Hannigan now?"
"Wait, you know who I am?" Fox asked in surprise.
"Of course I do. I wasn't kidding when I said I was Death. Well, I'm not actually Death...just subbing for my sister, Hel, while she's on vacation or doing whatever she likes to do with her lover."
Death takes a vacation? Can my life get any weirder?
"So, I'm really dead?" Fox whispered.
"Yes and no."
"What the hell does that mean? Do you know what I've been through today?"
"I do. I watched it all." The guy sat next to him on the bed. "Human, you have to stop having those freakouts. Your heart can't take it."
Fox nodded, understanding his heart was a significant factor in what was happening to him. "What do you mean I'm dead but not dead?"
"Fox Morgan is dead...he died that night in the warehouse two years ago. I was there to collect your soul. But before I could, you disappeared just like that." He snapped his fingers. "I tried following where you could have gone, but I couldn't find you. Then two years later, you show up here in Fox Hannigan's body...who's dead by the way."
"Are you saying I was reborn?"
"No, more like transmigrated."
Fox absorbed the explanation of things. It didn't make him feel comfortable, but it didn't unsettle him.
"So, what happens now? Do I give this all up and come with you wherever that is."
"You believe me?" The guy asked.
"Are you saying I shouldn't?" Fox quirked an eyebrow.
"Did you die and suddenly start believing in gods and the unimaginable?"
