'Ha.. Damn.. I should have known this kind of thing would happen to me... Gah.. How unlucky... No. How foolish and careless of me to be unguarded.'  The young woman thought to herself. Her breathing was a bit uneven, and tears were streaming down her face. Wind raced rushed past her form in a hurry, causing her scarlet hair to fly in front of her face. Despite the obstruction, her amber eyes stayed on the individual standing at the top of the cliff she had just been pushed off of. She slowly extended her hand out towards the person, but they simply watched her descent. 

Was it wrong of me to try to believe in you? Was it wrong for me to want to be with you? Why does this always come in to play? Reverons and Salrycs. Tch.. How idiotic... Bastard.. I.. I suppose I could forgive you... I had a fun time talking with you anyway.

A lonely, sad smile lingered on her face as she descended towards the raging water below. After what felt like an eternity to her, she finally hit the water. The young woman felt various bones in her body either crack or snap upon impact. Her mind did not even get to register the pain before the waves consumed her broken form. The salt-ridden water pushed its way in to her mouth and nose, forcing its way down to her lungs.

Ah.. At least, Xyas is with me, so I am not alone...

She managed to force her thumb to rub against the massive, steel, warhammer-type weapon that still rested in her grasp. She could care less about the fact that the weight of the weapon was dragging her downwards. No one was waiting for her at home. No one would search for her. If anything, her existence will be erased by her clan, the Reverons. She died by the hand of a Salryc after falling in to person's trap of "love". The utmost disgrace. The woman did not even try to fight the water that had already filled her lungs. She closed her eyes and let her body descend to the deeps of the sea.

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There is a rumor of a space in between life and death.

A space vacant of color.

A place of madness and despair.

A place where unique souls go to recieve judgement from the gods.

The Void.

Currently, a single soul is residing in The Void, awaiting judgement. A red and white soul who's essence flickers back and forth like a flame. It's aura intensely shone with life.

"The hell is this? Didn't I die?..." A loud, feminine voice extended from the soul. "...Oi. Where are my arms n' stuff?" The soul did not panic, not feeling it would be useful anyway. "Is this hell or something? I figured there would be, you know, more fire, death, and ..uh.. devil things."

"You are quick to jump to conclusions." A semi-quiet voice of a male spoke out from the darkness. The voice did not have a definite direction nor an echo in the endless space.

"No one asked you!" The red soul quickly retorted.

Male Voice: "..."

Red Soul: "..."

Male Voice: "..."

Red Soul: "Wait..."

Male Voice: "Took you long enough."

Red Soul: "S-Shut up, ya' bastard!"

Male Voice: "...State a wish."

Red Soul: "Wish?"

Male Voice: "Yes. Did you not hear me?"

Red Soul: "Huh? You picking a fight?"

"Careful." The male voice almost turned in to a growl.

"Hexas! How rude! I know you are bad with mortals, but at least try to be nice! " A beautiful, female voice rang out, scolding the male named Hexas, "Hurry and turn it on!"

"Mm."

After a few moments, a light flashed in front of the red soul, leaving two individuals in its place. There was a handsome, young man that looked to be in his mid-twenties. He had long blue hair that seemed to have water dripping from it. His light blue eyes gazed at the soul with a sense of annoyance as well as slight concern as well as guilt. He wore a long white robe with dark blue outlines. Beside him, a young, beautiful woman stood. She was a natual beauty with long blonde hair was parted to the right and flowed down to the center of her back. Her long bangs were braided and simply tied back. Her eyes were closed, yet there was an ominous feeling that she could see someone's every move. She wore a white dress that went down to her knees, but had slits on the side to show off her thighs. The chest area had a design similar to a convertible dress. On her neck was a beautiful pearl necklace with seven different colored and sized pearls.

"There is your desired entrance." The handsome male, Hexas, said with a slightly annoyed voice.

"Cute!!" The woman exclaimed as she rushed forward, her arms out. She took the small soul in to her arms and rubbed her cheek against it. She had completely ignored Hexas's words.

"P-Pretty..." The red soul quietly murmured, a more shocked by the good looks of the strangers before her rather than that they appeared from a flash of light.

"Oh, no." Hexas said quietly as he let out a long sigh. He held his forehead with his hand.

The woman's eyes brightened to a dazzling degree upon hearing the compliment. "How sweet! How sweet! I like you already!" She said cheerfully as she nodded her head in agreement.

"Uhm... Thanks?" The red soul said in a fluster as she tried to pull away from the woman.

"Alright! Alright! I have decided! You can reincarnate!" She said cheerfully, smiling a dazzling smile.

"Ray-what?..." The red soul confusedly asked.

"M-Ma'am... I-I don't think you can just..." Hexas spoke softly.

"Re-in-car-nate! So, what kind of body would you like? Oh! You are cute. You surely deserve a cute body! Yep! Yep!" The woman nodded as she put her hands together in thought, completely ignoring Hexas.

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"..Cute?.." Shocked, the red soul took a moment to register it.

"Hmm~.. Now an age. Toddlers are cute, but what if you fall and hurt yourself?! Babies are cute and usually stationary! Loud and fiery, but cute! That fits you well!" The beauty clapped once as she made a decision on her own.

"W-wait!" The soul hovered up to the woman.

"What color hair? How about pink? Pink is cute! Girls love pink!~" Her heavenly voice rang out once again.

"W-Wait! No! Anything but pink!" The young soul practically jumped in front of the woman.

"Mm.." She stared at the soul for a moment with a evaluating gaze. "Fine. White then! Such a pure color! Oh, dear! You have killed a lot of people!" The beautiful woman set her hand on her own cheek, lightly tapping her forefinger against her cheek.

The soul seemed to dim as she heard those words, not commenting.

"Hmm... Okay~ Let's give you magic! That should use up the extra lifespan that the victims had! What magic though?"

What is this lady talking about? The red soul said, not realizing that its thoughts were transmuted to vocal.

"Let's go with Light magic! It fits such a delicate maiden!" The woman said steadily as Hexas opened his mouth to explain.

"No!" A deep male voice boasted out from the darkness. A short, yet muscular male stepped out of the shadows, not bothering to do a fancy entrance. He had long red hair that was tied back in a ponytail. The hair seemed to move and flicker just like that of an intense inferno. His eyes compared with magma, including the slow shifting as it was flowing. He wore loose black pants with red outlines, but no shirt. On his waist, there was a black, cloth belt with only a sword handle on it. The sword handle was looked similar to a katana's handle from the soul's previous world. "Obviously, she should get fire to burn her enemies to the ground! Such a passionate, fiery soul should recieve it!" He exclaimed loudly.

"No, Amir. She should recieve water, especially with how she died." Hexas said simply, causing the other male to scowl.

"She could use the harmony of nature. Her being is all over the place. I can provide wind or earth." A calm, mellow voice spoke out. From behind Amir, a woman stepped out. She had light green hair that could reach her chin or upper neck. Her eyes were a simple brown. Upon her tanned skin, she wore a long, dark green dress. On her arms and ankles, vines with white flowers wrapped around like accessories.

"You are not wrong, Rowa." An elderly man also stepped out from the shadows. He had short white hair and a simple, long white beard. He wore simple white robes. "Although, she may be too violent for nature. How about non-elemental magic?" He asked softly, his voice sounded calm and serene.

"Your words are valid, Mr. Mason." Rowa thought for a moment as she nodded her head in agreement, "She may not be patient enough for non-elemental magic."

"Don't I get a say in this?" The red soul finally spoke up, quite annoyed with how they were speaking like she was a little defenseless child.

"Shhh.. Hush now, my little ball of fury. We, Gods, are talking." The beautiful, cheerful woman spoke as she smiled.

"..Gods?!" The red soul froze momentarily.

"Hah! You did not know? How stupid are you?" Amir said as he laughed loudly.

"i doubt she was told." Rowa said simply, causing Amir to stop laughing.

"...That is probably true." His gaze shifted to the bright woman that was currently mumbling ominously to herself.

In the middle of the Gods arguing over what magic to give the soul, the woman suddenly gasped, "Oh! She should receive a divine weapon too!"

"What?" Hexas quickly looked at the goddess.

"That is stupid! Do you want her to be overpowered?!" Amir rudely yelled.

"Impossible. The Empire would use her." Rowa said to the goddess.

"Silence." The woman spoke, her eyes narrowing as the pressure around her increased. Her voice, as well as the pressure, made the gods quiet down.

"..Oi.. I already have a weapon. I have Xyas. I will not use any other weapon!" The red soul said defiently before thinking for a moment, "Please, beautiful goddess?"

The goddess's eyes instantly lit up, "Of course! Of course! I can pass such judgement on the thing. Anything for such a sweet girl!!"

Amir, Rowa, and Hexas stared at the cheerful goddess in shock. They could not believe such a simple compliment worked on her. Mason, on the other hand, was curiously staring at the red soul.

The goddess flicked her wrist simply before giving the soul a practically blinding smile, "It is done! Xyas will be with you! I even made him cuter for you, too!"

"...You did what?" The red soul froze.

"Okay~ All done! We will send you on your way!" She laughed happily before leaning down and kissing the top of the soul. On the area that was kissed, a faint, white essence spread in to the little red sould, causing a bit of the red to turn in to more white.

When the little soul quickly backed away from the woman, she was snatched up by Hexas

Hexas leaned down and gently kissed the top of the soul as well, causing some faint, blue essence to go in to the soul. There was not a visible effect as with the woman. "... As payment for the pain that you went through." He said in a soft, concerned voice. He sighed out softly before he suddenly tossed the soul back to the goddess.

The goddess smiled happily before pulling a pearl off of her necklace. It was the second biggest. The pearl was green and blue with what seemed to be a tiny red streak. In the pulled pearl's place, a new pearl suddenly grew from nothing, replacing the pearl that was pulled. The woman examined the pearl before nodding, "Alright! Perfect!" She then crushed the pearl in between her fingers. Afterwards, she sprinkled the residual dust upon the soul. The dust turned in to a liquid as it touched the soul, thickly covering and clinging to her. After a moment, the liquid suddenly contracted and consumed the whole soul, disappearing in to nothing.

The poor soul had not even managed to register all this rush of information, nor had they gotten any information from The Gods. She only managed to register that she will be getting a new life and some type of magic. What kind of magic, who knows?

The last thing the soul saw from that space was the goddess waving a tissue as she said, "Have a safe trip!"

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"Why did you not tell her?" Hexas asked softly as he looked over at the goddess, "Also, why did you let that other soul go too? You even gave it the darkness element."

The goddess's bright smile had disappeared when the little soul had disappeared. She now looked cold and expressionless. "Retribution. She has murdered countless people. The rules of this universe can not be changed. Whether it is because she wanted to or not, she still took lives. It is either that she does not find out the truth, or that she, as well as countless others, suffer from her karma. She already has to deal with... that soul. I will not cause her anymore suffering. That soul... It will keep her safe and take on her karma. That is all it wished for. I would much rather that blackened soul to be with her for safety reasons concerning her, as well as sanity reasons for both souls... She would have been so happy if she could have seen the truth..."

She pulled the smallest pearl off of her necklace and crushed it, sprinkling it in to the air. The dust spun in to a spiral as it was liquidized. After a moment, it solidified, now a deep blue orb. Particles started to materialize a scene inside of the orb. It was of a massive gathering of individuals. Most of them were rough and terrifying looking individuals, but there was a few dozen teenagers as well as elderly women. Strangely enough, there were a few policemen that seemed to be paying their respects as well. All of them were gathered around a coffin with a picture inside of it. A picture of a teenage girl with long scarlet hair, in which the bangs were held back in a ponytail, and bright amber eyes. She was wearing a high school uniform, but her skirt went down to her knees and her sleeves were rolled up. A classical delinquent. Resting on her shoulder as it was held, there was a massive warhammer-type weapon made completely of steal. On both ends of the hammer were steel knobs. The weapon looked incredibly well-taken care of. For some reason, it had an incredibly omnious and dangerous feeling to it even though it was just a picture. Although, it was quite the constrast compared to the goofy, toothy grin that the girl was giving the camera.

The people, no matter who it was, started to sob. There were loud cries as well as silent ones. All because they could never see that cheerful girl again. Standing closest to the coffin, a middle-aged, muscular man was standing there quietly. He had semi-long crimson hair that was slicked back against his head. He was currently covering his eyes with one hand, his other hand clenched at his side. He said nothing, but tears rolled under his hand and down his cheeks. This was the second time that the leader of the Reveron Clan ever cried.

At the very back of the group, standing behind a tree, a hooded individual quietly prays. "...I'm sorry. We will be together soon."