Chapter 163:

Chapter 163:

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[David Lance POV]

The moment I took Death's hand, the world around me changed, and in the blink of an eye, I was in a completely different place.

It looked like a library, but it was empty and void of any color. The only light came from the bright full moon that shone through the windows of the place, a moon that appeared to be so close that I felt I could touch it if I extended my hand.

"What is this place?" I asked, awestruck by the beauty of it.

"This is the place between existence, a limbo of sorts," Death replied calmly. "It's also a place where you can find answers to any question you have, no matter how trivial or dangerous those questions might be."

I took a step forward, my eyes scanning the area. "Excuse my ignorance, but the room is empty. So, how does this work?"

"It's simple," Death replied as she walked past me, taking a seat in a chair that conveniently appeared behind her. "You just need to think of what you want to know, and the answer will appear before you. Careful though, the moment you ask the in-between a question, the knowledge will come to you instantly. What I'm trying to say is, too much knowledge and your soul could simply self-destruct."

I see, like a Supernatural Google.

Ok then, I will ask only what I need to avoid destroying my soul and abusing Death's trust. Now, I had to be careful of how I worded my question. The last thing I wanted was to remember every waking moment of my life, from the moment I came to be to now.

"I wish to know what I have lost recently," I asked, phrasing it as best I could. And in an instant, just as Death had advertised, a massive wave of information hit me like a ton of bricks.

I remembered my powers.

My fears.

"Well, that saying was born from a passage of wisdom of old times, at least by human standards, and it goes like this. Between revenge and justice, I chose justice, for, in justice, I can temper my soul and serve the cold touch of judgment upon those who deserve it," Death continued, a faint smile on her face.

In other words, calmness before fury.

"I know that," I replied.

"Do you really?" Death asked, raising an eyebrow. "What would your loved ones say of your recent actions, and I don't talk about your desire to kill Superman. No, I mean everything else. Would they understand?"

I...

Of course, they would!

...

Would they?

"I... don't know," I finally replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Do you want to know the real difference between justice and revenge?" Death asked, her voice gentle.

I nodded after a moment.

"Well, as I said, there's a thin line between the two. However, there's one notable enough difference, those who follow the path of revenge usually abandon everything they used to stand for," Death replied, her eyes turning sad as she gazed at me. "They become monsters in the pursuit of destroying the one who wronged them, and in turn, they end up hurting everyone else around them. Ironically enough, the Superman you hate is the best example of this."

I stayed silent, not knowing how to reply to that.

"You have a difficult road ahead of you," Death continued after a moment, standing up from her chair. "But I have faith that you'll make the right choice. Or, at the very least, a choice you won't come to regret."

"So now what?" I asked her.

"Now, you should go back to teach Trigon a thing or thing," Death replied, moving towards the door. "Oh, and one more thing."

"What?" I asked.

"You should probably have some of Raven's favorite snacks with you from now on, just in case," Death said with a smirk as she opened the door. Once the door was opened, a bright light consumed everything around me.