Three years had gone by since Rein's heart gave out. Three years had gone by since Jakerz took his body for himself. In retrospect, the crazed god was not even sure what had caused him to act in that instance. He was known for acting on a whim, for doing anything and everything he desired. The god supposed it was his desire to keep Rein to himself. He belonged to him. Without his permission, he was not allowed to leave this world. Without his permission, no one was allowed to touch him. He had become incredibly possessive of his little toy.
Jakerz was lounging back on a questionably sterile operating table, reading a book filled with theories on Resurrection and reincarnation. His dark voice was velvety smooth as he read aloud, though the room was filled with his amused laughter during one part or another. Mortals' theories were so complicated and far off. Jakerz could practically do whatever he wanted with a life with ease. It was never so complex as to have a series of rituals, like the book suggested.
He was mid sentence when he sensed his audience was no longer the same. Had Rein finally awoken? "Hm?" The man, dressed akin to a dark jester, sat up with a wicked smile on his face. Discarding the book on the table where he sat, he turned his eyes to the other man's chamber. The sight of Rein
finally moving made his smile grow even wider, it almost creepy. He approached, placing one if his hands against the thick glass. "Shush, shush. You're going to be just fine, my pet," he said, the muddled words probably soothing to Rein's ears.
He then did something perhaps all too familiar. Reaching straight through the glass, as if it was not even there, he grabbed a hold of Rein's arm and pulled him straight through. His body phasing through without really feeling anything.