Blood. All of Owens’ senses were in chaos, except for that taste. The iron liquid was collecting in his lungs as his thoughts returned. Watching as the car that struck him sped away, screams assaulted his hearing as onlookers reacted. Why the fuck would you care? I’m finally done with this. See you soon, guys, Owen hoped as everything faded into nothingness.

The next thing Owen knew, he was sitting in an office surrounded by white. He grasped his head as everything just seemed wrong. Quickly glancing around the space, he noticed no doors or windows, nothing save the chair he was sitting on and an ornate desk in front of him.

“Discomfort is normal, and you did just get hit by a car, Mr. McNeal,” a sweet voice calms him from behind the desk.

Owen looked towards the desk only to see a tall female figure seated there now. She seems like the best damn cosplay of Anubis I’ve ever seen, Owen thought as his eyes drank in the sight. From her bronze skin decorated with golden accessories to her white robe split down the middle, divulging her assets. Owen wrenched his eyes upwards, following her onyx hair to spot jackal ears atop her head, although once his eyes met hers, emeralds would pale compared to their luster.

“She’s a Goddess,” Owen mutters under his breath, trying to take everything in.

“Well, yes, Mr. McNeal” “ She giggled, “With my father being Anubis, that does make me a Goddess. My name is Kebechet. I’m sorry we had to meet under such circumstances,” Kebechet says timidly.

“Y-You can just call me Owen,” he managed to stutter, “So I know I’m dead and all, but what do you mean by circumstances?” Upon hearing his question, she shrank into her chair for a moment. Kebechet shuffled slightly, pressing her fingers into her temples in exasperation. She seemed to be struggling in the search for the right words.

“It’s not really a-”

“I made a mistake,” She interrupted him, “You weren’t supposed to die yet! Which makes this so much harder as now I need to ask you for a favor.” Casting his eyes down, Owen could only hope she didn’t want to send him to hell, or worse...back.

“Well, I can’t exactly say no to a Goddess, but what kind of favor do you need from me, Kebechet?” As Owen agreed to hear her out, he looked up and noticed she was leaning back in her chair, letting out a sigh of relief as the tension fled. Owen had to tear his eyes from where her hand fell on her chest.

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“Oh, that’s great, Owen,” Kebechet eagerly replied, “It would allow me to reincarnate you into another world so that my dad doesn’t notice you died. Oh, I’ll also throw in a Gift to make up for everything.” Kebechet whoops as she jumps up from her chair and walks around towards him. Holy hell, I don’t even think there’s a word that can portray her beauty accurately.

“Um, Kebechet, what kind of world would I be in? Do I start all over, and what do you mean by Gift.” Owen rambled on before catching himself, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to ask so many questions.” Owen trailed off as he realized how close she had gotten.

“No, No, it’s OK. I should explain.” She gestures for Owen to stand up properly, putting her hand on her cheek and tilting her head, “The world that would suit you the best is one called Lorte; it’s very similar to the high fantasy stories from your old world. Magic, Dragons, multiple races, all these things. Sadly, the world is not in the best shape like Earth was, and since I must move you straight into that world, you’ll also retain your current memories.” Kebechet took a deep breath as she rested her body against her desk before him. “As for my Gift, it’s simply something to be useful to you in this new world as an apology for...killing you.” She slumped her shoulders in defeat as the final words escaped her.

Shit, so even Gods can fuck up, huh. Fuck it, it’s not like I had anything else going for me. Everyone deserves a second chance--right? Owen’s eyes found hers; seeing the crushed look in her eyes made Owen confident with his decision. “Kebechet, don’t worry about it. I wasn’t doing anything with my life anyway. For me, this is just a second chance with a bonus to go with it. So yes, to your favor, as for my Gift, if you can make me a video game character that way, at least I’ll be able to interact with this new magical world in a familiar sense.” As he finished assuring her, he noticed the tears welling up. Kebechet shot from her desk and hugged him abruptly. The only thought able to go through his head at that moment was, Holy shit, she is fantastic.

She loosens her grip and looks at him, asking, “If you don’t mind, I’ll need to go through your memories very briefly to create this Gift for you since I don’t have much knowledge about these game characters whose magic you wish to have.” She leans forward and places her forehead against his; she then pulls back as Owen gets lost in her gaze. “OK, I seem to have a good idea of what you meant. Thank you for agreeing, and I’m so sorry, but this is also goodbye.” Those were the final words Owen heard before everything went black.

Once the human left, Kebechet sank back down at her desk and let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, “I don’t know what Dad meant about humans being so terrible. How can terrible things be so kind and bright?” Her smile grows as she remembers Owen’s touch while she starts with the paperwork that now flooded her desk.