Darkness. Pure and utter darkness.

“What about this one?” A hooded figure loomed over a soul.

“No, he was a criminal in life. If you want to serve punishment send him somewhere…. Dangerous. Send him to a plane without the internet and weaponry he used in life and instead to a world filled with monsters.” Another figure stood behind, overlooking the cloaked figure like a teacher would his student.

“Should I keep his memories intact?” The hooded figure sounded innocent in asking.

“No! Never do that! That is the one rule you must follow are you to take over this position!” The superior figure was mortified by the words.

“Why is it an option then?” The hooded figure asked genuinely. He just wished to know why.

“Because, there are special cases.” The superior figure paused. Letting his words sink in.

“Like?” The hooded figures curiosity was building.

“It’s not something you can explain with a why or how. But sometimes, it just happens. As your about to send a soul in it will glow a bright golden light or dark light. Those lights will tell you that the soul is meant for a greater purpose, be it good or bad, and needs to be sent with it's memories intact.” The superior figure made sure to express the necessity of the light.

“What if I send it without?” The hooded figure was truly curious.

“You can’t! You’ll be sending an unknown veritable into a world and ruining the fragile balance! Long ago, the gods and daemons of fate came together to invent the light system. No one but them understands why. A soul given it's previous memories unaccounted for is not bound by fate and can do whatever he or she chooses. It’s not something that has happened more than a handful of times.” The superior figure acted in a manner as if he was lecturing a child on food and bad.

The hooded figure pondered for a moment before coming up with his answer.

“This job sounds interesting… but am I really willing to give up my trickery for some lousy management gig?” The hooded figure was a god. A god of trickery at that.

“A lousy management gig!? This is of the highest honors and thousands of Gods and Daemons alike would wage war for it! Don’t underestimate the seriousness of this job, Thymor!” The hooded figure audibly giggled at the superior figures words.

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“You're such a boring father. Can’t you let loose for just a minute and have some fun?” The hooded figure, unbeknownst to his father, was trying to get on his nerves.

“This is your last chance to get a safe occupation! The others are fed up with your bullshit! It’s either take this role on or make enemies with the high gods!” The hooded man paused for a minute before laughing aloud.

“Your pathetic father. Letting those weaklings walk over you. Your a god too, you know? Have some pride and stop bowing down to those pathetic gods!” At the mention of The gods, golden lighting crackled down and attempted to strike the man named Thymor.

Just before the brilliant lightning hit Thymor he turned into a ball of smoke and dodged.

“I told you Gazriel. The little fool won’t listen to reason. I’m sorry this couldn’t work out, but with someone like him roaming around, order can never be maintained.” At the appearance of such a powerful god even the once arrogant Thymor, who preached pride only moments ago, took a step back.

The new god was Lazarus, God of Law And Order.

Thymor looked at his father in disbelief that he would betray him. Gazriel’s gaze stayed cold and aggresive, almost as if he was looking at his mortal enemy.

Thymor began to sweat at the forehead. He had narrowly dodged what would have likely killed him.

“You want to make order do you? Well, fix this!” Thymor leapt towards the soul and quickly sent it to another world; memories and all intact.

“No! You fucking idiot!” Gazriel was furious at his own sons negligence and ignorance.

“You….” Lazarus was speechless.

Before the two could pounce on the troublesome god of trickery, he was already stepping through a portal.

“Why, just why did I allow you to bring him here.” Lazarus placed a hand on his forehead in disappointment.

“It’s alright. It’s just one man and he wasn’t even anything special. He was a criminal in life and died a dogs death, betrayed by his subordinates.” Although Gazriels words were confident his true feelings were anything but.

‘Of all the things! If I don’t die to the gods or sent to be punished eternally I’ll kill you myself, failed son of mine!’ Bitter hatred manifested in Gazriels heart.

“Fix this. Watch the mortal. We can’t interfere with that part of the universe as it’s the light gods territory. Don’t let this get out of hand and notify me if anything happens.” Lazarus was stern in his words and he wasn’t hiding the clear threat in his words.

“Yes sir! Worry not for this will all be resolved!” Gazriel was ready to get back to his duty and for Lazarus to leave.

Lazarus looked to Gazriel with doubt in his eyes and made a portal to leave.

“Don’t mess up. I’ll make you pay for it tenfold if you do.” Just like that, Lazarus was gone.

‘Fuck that was close.’ Gazriel was just happy to be alive.

‘Now to observe this mistake of mine…’