Speaking heresy on my deathbed led me to meet god.  Maybe it was a curse, or a blessing, but he decided I would work it off--as one of many gods on another world of magic and sorcery.  It wasn't something I intended or was prepared for, but I am willing to work to make the world a better place.  Isn't that what a god SHOULD do?  Part of the Demonsword Project universe (First Age). This project has not been published on Amazon.