Lying in bed while thinking of names for myself, I find it to be incredibly hard.
Pete, Joe, Greg, Craige, Rage, Iggy, Ziggy, Tom, Bob, Don, Dom, Dominic, Jake, Jacob…So many names but yet they all just sound so wrong! What if I mixed two names in one? Or favorite foods, name myself Pizza, who forgets pizza? Or Lasagna, sounds girly, never mind. This is all entirely impossible!
Should I just ask Owen for help when I see him later? Nay. I’ll come up with my own name but I just wish I could remember my own. How the hell can most of my memories disappear but all the meaningless movies and other things I did remain! I wish I could sucker punch God right now. But yet I digress, still wanting to hit a certain someone but yet I need a name more. What is the God supposed to say after I punch him?
“Hey you!” No, it needs to be more like, “Joseph!!!” Nope, that name sucks.
What about Nop, no, no not that one. I feel bad for the parents who have to come with names, but I’m jealous of the newborns, there born with a blank slate, no memories, not knowing who they are… Just a blank slate just like me. What about Slade, almost sounds like spade. But I think Slate might be better. The name could be used as a literal insult. Perfect.
On second thought, perhaps not. Will I be good, bad, or neutral when I finally have the power to do what I wish? Of what I can remember of my last life, I am pretty damn lazy. I watched anime due to the numerous magical type shows. I watched movies to pass the time, illegally I might add and well, I liked to get high on man-made chemicals. I was a total couch potato, or driver seat potato. Love to sit in my damn truck and go to parties till glowing red and blue lights made everyone run, I always drove away perfectly fine.
Was I good in my last world, no. That is an easy answer. Was I bad? Oh yeah. I robbed and ransacked houses to enjoy my shitty life. Did I remain neutral when bad things happened around me? Most definitely, what thief wants to be outed by their own kind, well at least in public, never trust a thief is something I learned, hell I don’t even trust myself. Wonder where that thought came from?
Anyways, I was not some perfect citizen, when someone passed out drunk, I would put them on their side or if someone turned blue due to overdose I threw them in a nearby dumpster and called 911 on their phone, if they did not have one, or a payphone was not nearby I brought them to a house and rang the doorbell over and over again till I saw a few lights appear in the windows, I then ran leaving the half dead there. I’m not some hero, I’m just the average teen who lived a shitty life in a shitty world. My adrenaline only pumped when I fought or when I did something considered illegal. I could only ever enjoy the shitty world when I was high or wasted. Now that I think about it, perhaps hitting the pole was more of my fault then the tires, maybe? All I know is that if I wasn’t good and I wasn’t neutral I deserved to be in Tartarus. If the Christian god was real then hell. I’m full of sins. Greed, sloth, pride, wrath, and gluttony. Maybe a tiny bit of envy, if only I could inherit a fortune for an easy life.
Perhaps I should name myself Sin? Seems simple, easy to remember and matches my personality pretty damn well. I won’t be some weirdo saying I’ll kill all the gods, but I do wish to have people fear me, like one of my favorite books once stated, ‘there is no greater respect than fear.’ Fear is what keeps people from messing with you or for those who are close to you. You don’t see some gang boss mess with the mafia. The mafia scares people, even cops turn a blind eye unless there is solid evidence because they want protective vests at all times, plus mafia love their family, and they can pick and choose…sometimes.
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Let’s go with the example of a hero commanding an army against the undead lich, the army once seeing the destruction will run in fear. Even if the hero commands them to fight, they will just run for their lives, the lich will bite down on its pearly whites in absolute happiness. Fear truly is the greatest respect. No one will disrespect someone or something feared. Sin is easy and undeniably a name easy to remember and a name that can be grown to be feared.
From this day forward I dub thyself, Sin, the one to be feared. Well the name can be worked on but I shall call myself Sin. Last name? Who the hell needs it, my name is already unique and even if it is not, I’ll call myself Sin Bad. People will fear and monsters will run when they see me coming once I figure out my domains. Fire seems like a mage to me and desires, I have no clue where to start with that. Hopefully my domains give me the ability to be a mage, I always enjoyed the stories of magic killing thousands in wars and battles, but now that I think about it, perhaps I should say hidden in the wars or not fight at all.
The rest of my plans can happen when I’m stronger, when I finally get off this continent and join the people recognized as talented. That will be my first milestone and I’ll go from there, by the end no one will not know the name of Sin Bad. My name is Sin and I’m breaking bad. That defiantly sounds lousy, perhaps my fearful title will be my second?
Tomorrow I’ll get mage robes, find a blunt weapon, go hunting to become stronger, I’m going to break the record for fastest A rank. I’ll show the world and gods’ all my talent, I’m up for any challenge! Suddenly a laugh brings me from my thoughts.
“You wish for a challenge? So be it, you wish to be feared? Earn it.” The man who brought me to this world was standing behind me. His horns in fully glory, his eyes still peering as if into my soul, and his fangs still look menacing.
“I came here because you finally came up with a name and you used a domain during your pathetic skirmish with the weakest beings.” The god said. His face finally shows emotion as he sneers.
“My proxy, so weak, so fragile, and you think you can name give yourself a last name? Bad is not acceptable, Sin may be kept, it goes along with my duties anyway.” The man sighs loudly. I’m to shocked to even mutter, he can hear my thoughts and I used a domain?
“I’ll give you a last name, only if you prove what you just claimed in your thoughts and your notes! You must also never wear anything but robes, fifty women must be able to fall in love with your power at first notice, use a weapon to a proficiency you can kill a dragon within ten minutes without use of domains.” The man is now smirking, and it looks completely evil.
“you must become strong enough in a domain to slay 250 men with one spell.” I’m shocked, I have never heard him talk so much, sure this is only the second time, but before he was just...There?
“By the time you complete this you will be within the average rating of the second continent. This means you would be talentless if you don’t succeed within the next six months. Three in this continent and three in the next. To fail, you will lose my sponsorship and be immediately sent back here to live your days as a peasant,” He breathes in, then sneers once more. “Pass and you will not only receive a last name but you will step closer to your hidden desire of being feared.” The man disappears before I can even ask anything, not even in smoke.
If only the man told me how I used my domain or even when. Can’t be fire or I would have noticed the flames, is it desire? Then my goals turned against me like that? The man is just too damn cruel and unusual. Fifty women, 250 people in one spell, and kill a dragon using only a melee weapon? The man is insane but it seems I have no choice, I have no wish to lose my chance for a life of excitement, a life I can build where position does not matter, but rather what you want. Bad will no longer be part of my name. From now on Sin will be my name and one day all who I do not love, will fear me, this I vow.
By all, does that mean the gods’? God, I hope not.