The world spins even after you die. There is no afterthought or a pause to commemorate the death of one soul. Maybe 1000 souls from an unfortunate accident may cause a ripple in the vast ocean that you call space, but one mortal soul isn't game changing. The only thing that changes is oneself.

The only thing that he could remember was that he died a death befitting his ocupation. Yes,he smirked, life is a twisted son-of-a-gun. Filled with more irony than a unstable tween.

Interrupting his thoughts, an annoying voice that seemed to be resonating from within himself pouted, "And here I was going to revive you." The male frantically searched the abyss he appeared to be in with his "eyes". The fact was,however, that he couldn't feel anything.

"Who are you?" shouted a voice that didn't sound like his but the one that he last remembered. He clenched his non-existent fists in frustration. "Me?" giggled the sickeningly sweet voice. "I am Terragia, mother Earth, God, breather of life, ya da ya da. "

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"Why am I here?" The man hesitated but asked never-the less. "Well its my turn to guide and judge souls to their 'rewards' but I... just don't... care, you know?" The man did not know and was rather confused. A sigh was heard and a hole matterlized beneath him. "Look, I have soul duty for another eon or 2, so I am pretty bored. I need some quality shows. Not those harlem, smut kind you know? And esspecially not a dense MC. Ew."

I feel... warm. HOLY SH#T I FEEL THINGS. As I fall through the hole, I see light on the other side. Reborn, huh, I wonder if I ke--