There I was, laying in on the floor as my body was pierced by bullets. My blood flowed through the black cement. I could see the moon shining in the night. I felt as my heat started to fade and my breathing became laboured. I knew that this was a fate I couldn’t escape. Lewis had came, and he had taken my life.

My eyes would flick to glance at the short blonde child staring at me, in his shaky hands is a handgun. Two bullet cartridges laid at his feet. The sounds of barking dogs and feet slamming on the steps.

Clenched tightly in my left hand was a small statuette. It looked like a deer and it had red rubies in the eye sockets. I knew that this was the making of my own decisions. The prospects of my own foolishness are to blame.

The payoff was great, I would have been able to live a free life without fear or fright. A life of love and peace. But the consequence was the very thing I was trying to improve. Life… if I knew I’d end up dead by the heroic actions of a child, I doubt that I would have wanted to do this mission.

The young boy was starting to cry as his father came out of the door. He looked at his son then at me. He had a look of shock but also of horror. He stepped towards his son and pulled him into his arms. As I was dying, there was a single desire that ignited in my core. I wanted a child, a son of my own. Somebody who I could love unconditionally and they would never forget me in their life. This thought stuck to me as my sight faded.

I see from a third person point of view as my green spirit started to float up out of my body. Despite being dead, I could smell my own fear and greed as it soared through the streets up to the sky. Then I hear something that I never thought I would.“You were quite the wicked mortal, weren’t ya?”

 I turn to see a woman with violet skin and many randomly placed eyes over her body. She’s got a few tentacles and what appears to be centipede bodies for her arms. She had a wicked grin on her face. I instantly recognized her as a god due to the fact that no sentient creature could possibly look like this and also speak with a spirit.

“Who are you? What do you want?”I demand of her but she laughs violently. “Mwahhuh, you think you get to demand something of me? You pathetic miserable man! I’m a goddess after all.” She says while walking up to my dead corpse.

“Then what is going on? Was my life just a simulation?” I ask her. She stops walking, halfway to my corpse. Her head turns a full 180° and she stares at me.

“Oh yeah, that’s right! You’re an atheist! Haha heh.” She then continues her way to my corpse. I try to speak but can’t, it’s muffled. I bring my hands up to my mouth only to feel that my jaw is gone and so is my tongue. I started to freak out. But then the goddess snaps her fingers and I feel a pain 10x times worse than the gunshots.

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“This is my time to speak. I’m going to reincarnate you, I’ll put you through hell. If you can find true happiness in the life that I give you, then I’ll stop messing with you. but if you fail, then I’ll just reincarnate you again and again.” The goddess said as her face maliciously contorted into a twisted smile. Then her head righted itself in an instant and she looked down at my corpse. She spat on it and snapped her fingers. The surroundings started to fade away as a dark purple haze covered my spirit’s body.

When it dissipated, I was floating in a void. There were millions of spirits here. Just like me they looked humanoid. Then the goddess appeared in front of me. She grinned and said “ from this point onwards, you are my entertainment! You are my puppet! You are my toy!” And a shiver rolled down my back.

“I’m not gonna be your fucking toy!” I exclaimed to her. She smiled and said “first let’s change your physiology. Screw that useless human body that you are chained to no longer. From here on out, you’re a Seerob! Secondly, let's swap your gender, time that you suffer as a woman! And don’t worry, we’ll make sure you stay straight.” 

“Like hell I’d let you just do whatever you want to my body!” I shouted to her. 

“Oh, you poor pathetic hopeless fool! You don’t really have much of a choice!” She said excitedly and with a grin.

“So you are planning to make me a straight woman? Am I gonna keep my previous mind?” I asked her, she cracked a wicked look on her face. As if she was going insane. “You tell me, do you really think that I wouldn’t want to make the old male side of you go insane?” She asked maniacally.

“What makes you think that I will even fall in love?” I asked the goddess but she just nodded her head.

“I’m a deity, there’s nothing that I can’t do! And making you like men is one of those. I’m also gonna make you addicted to the mortal pleasures!” She said slyly.

“This seems like a form of torture! This is unjust!” I complained to her. She shrugged her shoulders and said “do you know why life is unfair?”

“Huh… what? What does that even mean!” I asked her but she just shook her head.

“Disgraceful, pitiful, displeasing!” She shouted at me and glared.

“I don’t know why life is unfair! Probably because you gods are fucked up!” I exclaimed to her. 

“See, that’s where you’re wrong! We gods are the opposite of messed up, sure. Life is unfair, but it’s for a good reason! That reason is because FORGIVENESS is unfair! Twisted psychos can be forgiven and even murderers! That’s not really fair, now is it?” She asked me.

“No, it really isn’t…” I said after a long thought. This made the goddess smile.

“Good girl!” She said and it felt so belittling that I tried to attack her, needless to say. I couldn’t even control my flesh and bones. None of them moved.

“So what, do you make terrible people relive a terrible life?” I asked her.

“Bingo! That’s exactly how we do it, thus minimizing the cruelty in a person’s soul!” She said with a hand gesture.

“So I take it you are gonna make me go through hell for all the atrocities that I have committed?” I asked her.

“Sadly, yes that is your fate! I simply intended to change your gender and make you endure traumatic experiences, but now I’m tempted to take it a step further!” She said and I felt a shiver shoot down my spine.

“You will be a seerob, you will have an ungodly attraction to males, you will keep your old memories. You will have 5x more nerve endings, this pain will be extremely amplified, you will live through a world war. Last but not least, you will pray to me for any time that you may need help!” The goddess exclaimed.

“I don’t even know who you are! Nor do I plan on using your help!” I tell her as she flips a coin.(I have absolutely no idea where the coin came from)

“That’s easy, you can call me Sephylia, the Goddess of Clefinseea!” She said with a snap of her finger. The same purple haze started to appear as my consciousness slipped.