He was floating.
Memories churned together and flashed through his mind; glowing orange lights glared into him behind his closed eyelids, prompting him to try to catch his breath in terror. But, to his shock, no breath came. No heartbeat pulsing through him.
There was… nothing.
All was quiet.
Where was he?
K had squeezed too tightly… He must have died.
Was he going to achieve his divine status…?
He had failed in his mission, but he had tried so hard… It didn’t seem fair to die without receiving anything.
But there was nothing. No angels, no afterlife, no Brother… Nothing. The nothingness was frightening him; death wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be fulfilling; he should be happy. But he felt numb, his whole being wallowing in the darkness.
It was like a velvet blanket wrapped him up, immobilizing his senses and body. But he was… cold. So cold. It was freezing; how could he stop this?
And then there was… something.
Without warning, sight returned to him. The world was a giant blur, and he felt so heavy. He still couldn’t breathe; he tried to focus on waking up more, or at least try to force air through his lungs, but it took too much strength. It was all too much.
Dio was afraid. He’d never admit it to anyone (not even himself on normal occasion), but he was honestly, truly frightened.
Trying to unravel himself from the metaphorical velvet blanket - the darkness that enclosed him - he felt a painful sensation slam into him like a truck. His whole body ached, but his throat burned and felt crushed. His hand trembled as he lifted his arm, still feeling so weighted down.
He noticed the wetness surrounding him and he finally managed to figure it out.
He was underwater. And he couldn’t move.
He was going to die.