Aban woke up. Around him was a white space, both behind and in front. Something about this felt off as if sight was something he couldn't trust. He was looking for some indicator of what was happening. He closed his eyes again trying to feel his other senses.
He wasn't wearing shoes feeling a dip in the middle of the floor, and it seemed he was wearing something light. A robe? His left arm seemed to be there but felt off as if it wasn't his. He smelled something, a smell he was all too familiar with, but unrecognizable. He couldn't place his tongue on the smell. He could only taste air and the innards of his mouth.
The only indicator of where he was his hearing.
"So, you are my vessel."
Aban opened his eyes trying to find what was making the sound. It was without avail; all he could see was white. He tried pinpointing it with his ears when he heard another voice much lighter, but infinitely more eerie.
"He's trying to find us, that's so funny, a pathetic human thinks he's able to survive using his senses in this realm."
Another voice, this one deeper more commanding.
"Calm down ----, he doesn't have the power yet, but he has the potential."
When the voice said the name of the other voice, Aban shuddered, feeling a pain of revulsion as he threw up blood. At least that's how it felt, his sight was useless here. He also thought he felt his legs falling down and thought he heard a thud when his knees fell.
"Let me take him away to another area, I don't want my vessel to die before he can accept my power."
This was the first voice. It was calmer than the other two, and also there was something about it that felt recognizable.
"Well take him, I don't think he would be able to alleviate my boredom if he is just lying down like this."
All of a sudden Aban was taken into an office. It was a clean office, a desk in the middle, and closed blinds. He was on the visiting side of the desk, a door behind him. Something told him to wait, it was a feeling born from the fact it felt like he was about to die from hearing a name.
He looked around the office and it was mostly blank. There were a few pictures, but the images in them were too blurry to recognize. He was looking at the door, it seemed solid, but fake.
"So, guest, you are probably wondering what this place is."
Aban turned around and saw... himself. Well appearance wise, he was a clean version of him, tidied up, wearing a suit. He was holding a file that seemed to have a picture of him on the front page.
"When looking at your history you would have no idea where we are. You were born in the outskirts, three siblings, but never met them. Parents dead at the young age of four. Currently seventeen and just lost your arm to a horrible deal."
Aban wanted to say something, but his voice kept on getting silenced. Seemingly he was here just to listen.
"Seems like you have had it rough. Not the worst I have seen, but still pretty bad. My question is why did you say, 'Yes'?"
"Because I wanted to survive, damn doppelganger."
Aban suddenly spoke without meaning to. He was just making the motions knowing that he wouldn't be able to respond. Seemingly, he answered when spoken to. He tried to say more but kept on getting cut out.
"I'm going to ask you a question, it will be your choice to decide if you will accept. Are you willing to become a vessel? With the potential inside you, and my power your future will be something that no one can imagine. All you have to do is say yes. I'll permit you to speak when deciding."
Aban would have said yes if it was any other day, but something inside him was telling him something else. He was all to use to deals, if he would say yes there were bound to be consequences. He had to ask a question first before he decided.
"What are the consequences to this deal?"
The doppelganger smiled.
"Consequences? Your name, you will need to figure something else to be called."
He put his hand out, indicating that he was prepared to finalize the deal.
"All in all, losing your name for power beyond what you can imagine is a deal I would take."
Aban looked at the hand and felt a strong pull to shake the hand. It would be easy to accept the deal; he would just have to change his name. It's an obvious choice to shake the hand. So, he made his decision.
Aban put his hand out and swatted the doppelganger's hand away.