TITLE: VENOM'S CURSE
GENRE: YA Urban Fantasy with Hindu Mythological Elements
"Damn it," I said through clenched teeth. "Not again!"
My eyes cracked open to reveal a saffron infused, gothic room with high vaulted ceilings. Thick heavy banners of emerald, scarlet and cobalt hung, brushing whisper-soft, against the marble floor. The ivory stone was bitterly cold against my cheek. It was polished to a perfect mirrored gloss, reflecting the image of the room upside down, like a crystal lake.
"Hello, Loka," a gravel and husk voice said. "What a surprise."
"No need to rub it in." I hauled myself to my feet in an ungainly dance of vertigo. I was glad I'd died today when I was wearing under-wear. Yesterday would've been rather embarrassing. The marble floor merrily bounced back my daisy knickers hidden beneath my high-lighter pink mini-skirt.
I glared at the three Gods in front of me, and all memories of my past lives flooded back, gushing into recollection. This was the in-between realm: the Castle of Gods, hidden behind the curtain of death. A human soul, no matter what belief system, was sent here for assessment when their time on earth came to an end. I'd become rather familiar with the whole thing.
The Preserver of the Universe, Vishnu, sat to my right. His four arms crossed against his naked lapis lazuli chest dripping with gold jewellery and flower lei's. His ebony hair hidden beneath a turban crown of glittering gold, and his chubby, pampered cheeks dimpled as he shot me an exasperated smile.