“A soul is a fragile thing so weak and unprotected it is when not held by a body, yet no matter how it is damaged or torn apart, the soul will always at some point and time heal and return to its truest glory as a united whole for nothing is truly destroyed merely changed again and again in an endless cycle.” Sentenial

Gods are immortal and eternal, so everything can become ordinary for them. Even when handling the souls of those to be judged, it all becomes the same. This one to heaven, this one to hell, reincarnate this guy as a man, this one as a dog, rebuild this world, send an apocalypse to that one, or bless one person and curse another. Yet even with all that power and omnipotence, it can still become tedious if you have lived long enough, have done everything and slept with everything. Sometimes, the little things surprisingly bring a little spark of life back and cause a god to have a little fun or joy in their immortal lives. Or, in the case of one soul and its notably different journey through the afterlife on its one-hundredth meeting with a god, it just takes the god feeling a little interested in the distraction before him.

So, when this soul came before a god ready for the denial and quick dismissal it had experienced ninety-nine times before, it was quite a shock not to be dismissed immediately. But this was not the first time or the last time it had spoken with a god through its journey of denial by the gods. Still, when the god saw that it was just an average soul that had set off all its alarms and warning signs for a potential realm apocalypse. Unlike the younger, more skittish gods, he had felt meeting this soul would at least give some momentary distraction from the typical day-to-day. And so embraced a meeting with this being that was before it. Simply to see what this new and interesting distraction was. However, it was mostly to abate his boredom with the usual flow of his realm, even if for just a short time.

After seeing the soul start to approach his realm from a ways away and sensing all the marks upon it, the god's interest only grew. Each mark showed that not only had the soul been passed up by its own world’s main gods and other gods, but it had also been passed up by even those who were far more open-minded on these things. Granted, the god knew that everything was technically possible with infinite time, infinite souls, and eternal life. However, the only problem with that theory was the statistical probability. Even for a god of over ninety-nine other gods, passing up on a soul with just a mere token claim upon its soul was so unfathomable as to be almost impossible.

“Are they just passing this mess along so they don’t have to deal with it? Do they not understand that even other gods will not touch such a soul? It would almost make more sense to obliterate and scatter the soul so it can reform over a few eons without that mess of marks in it now.” Thought the god as the soul approached his realm as he watched it in the hall of judgment. The soul clearly did not understand why this was happening to it. All it knew from what the old god read of its mind was that it was now used to this chain of events of meeting the gods and then being denied entry to an afterlife or even reincarnation.

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“Heh, it has formed some weird cycle of how things should go in its mind. This will be interesting, I think. Though best not to take too much of a chance and let it in too far.” Thinking this, the god let the soul enter his most secure area that was still at the edge of his realm, changing the appearance of the area and guiding the soul to that location before it entered into a newly created twin of his hall of judgments and the teleporting himself to the throne just as the soul entered through the large arched doorway.

Though this soul clearly didn’t understand what was happening, it seemed to welcome this change from what the god saw as it entered this clone of the hall of judgment. As it entered, the god made a simple wooden chair for the soul with a pillow on it.

“Have a seat you will likely not be here long but from what I read of you, it seems some of the younger ones have not been too hospitable to you. While you have a seat and relax, I will have a bit of a deeper look at you and your soul.” The old god spoke while gesturing to the chair he had made to the man.

Now let us see here, thought the god, what this mess is about as he watched the perplexed man sit down. Looking deeper than the usual surface layer, not caring for how it made the soul feel. The god finally found the reason for every other god just moving this thing along. Sure, it was a typical, average, run-of-the-mill soul, but for some strange reason, there was a mark on it that should not be there. Also, for some reason, it remembered not just its personality but its entire life. The only two specific things it could oddly not remember were the names of any person or animal and the faces of them

When most gods are born the first thing they learn to enjoy is the etranl youth of thirer bodys and the power now held in the hands of them yet for all of it somethimes even with all that power we still discover the reality being tied to our duties we force ousleves to bear and the bordom that can come with them. yet you yong soul area breath of fresh air to this old one even as the monster you area in my eyes.