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Prologue
It's funny how a clump of metal can be melted and molded on into something that can spit out 30 clumps of metal.
How times have evolved, from sticks and stones to weapons that could wipe out all life from Earth or even destroy Earth itself. It's funny really.
The funniest thing is that these monsters that get unleashed called "WAR" are over the smallest of things. Religion, resources, different skin color, the list goes on and on.
And here we are, the third world war, started because a child got killed. That much was enough for the two world superpowers to clash and unleash war, the other countries were simply forced to choose a side in order to avoid from getting wiped out from the face of the Earth.
Well not like it mattered not much remains of them, the little clean air that's left is mostly in Africa.
Food has come hard to get yet the production of weapons never stops.
How does man from sticks and stones even get to this?
I never asked for much other then happy high school days where i could go out and have fun with my friends, go to parties, get a girlfriend, make my parents proud and explore the world for the wonderful place it once was.
Yet those dreams were easily crushed when i was forced to join the army at the age of 17.
Now that i think of it none of those dreams can even get fulfilled, my friends are buried somewhere beneath the earth, parties now mostly consist of getting dead drunk so that you can forget what's happening even for a moment, out of the question, my parents died in the first attack and what is there left to explore?
5 years in the army changes people, 5 years of war, especially young minds like mine, most young folk at the age of 17 that join the army die rather quickly. I even had the luck to get some training before I got deployed. Heck I even had the luck to get a good commander that actually cared for his solders
before even he died.
But sadly all my luck must have been used up in the past 5 years. I guess the training took a lot of my luck.
Lying here on the burning ground, face down. When my troop was advancing forward the grenades simply started raining from the sky, an ambush. Not even a single shot fired from our side, we were forced to run.
No idea how many of our 9 man party survived.
I can feel the shrapnel in my back, my legs are completely paralyzed, my right hand is gone. The left is still tightly holding the rifle, never letting the hope go. This war can't be solved with words, whoever said that words can be a powerful weapon is a liar. The clump of metal is the only hope that can defeat the enemies and end this war.
But i guess my hope end here.
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-???: Or does it?-
Where am I? What is this?
-???: Let's see, name Rick Mortis, born on the 19th march 1995, Earth's calendar. Wow, a new soul at that. Nothing special till the age of 17, went to war at 17 years 178 days 8 hours 23 minutes and 12 seconds old. In war killed 58 people, wounded 137 and saved 3. From the people killed none were innocent. Hmmm. That still makes it 58 lives, even the wounded count. I guess i could take of 30 wounded for the 3 lives you saved but those 3 saved lives lived on and killed 7 innocents so that makes it only 134 wounded.-
What is going on here?! Am I being judged for hell?
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-???: Neh, don't sweat it, you're not hardcore enough to go to hell. You're getting reincarnated. My names Himel, one of the reapers of Goddess of Death. So Rick, what do we do with you, you were forcefully taken to war and even refused to kill at first. Didn't enjoy even one life you took. Yet still fulfilled your duties. What do you think. Just think, you're in soul form currently so don't try to talk.-
I see, why am I so calm about this?
-Himel: You're in my presence so it's natural, can you imagen how hard all this would be if you panicked and all that bullcrap? I'm a first generation Reaper so i went trough all that, trust me, no fun.-
Sounds reasonable...
I never thought there would be much of the afterlife, was never religious either...
-Himel: Your earthly religion has nothing to do with this so don't think to much about it. Anyway your planet doesn't have any energy so it's no wonder you have no idea of anything. Just don't ask to many question and answer mine. Your account is pretty much balanced to be honest, 17 years of good lived life and 5 of a forced one. I looked at all the good deeds you've done and even the bad ones. Most of the people you've killed would've killed more if you didn't but sadly it's like that for everyone in war. Sigh... Give me a second.-
After the Reaper finished speaking i started to feel cold. Like the cold winds were blowing right trough me. Shock and panic started to get to me and many thoughts started to run trough my head.
Confusion and distraction.
One thought comes up another confuses it and then another comes up and distracts me from them. Same stuff happening over and over until I suddenly felt calm and warm again.
-Himel: Fuh.. Sorry bout that, forgot to but a barrier around you, you almost became a lost soul, i'm surprised you didn't with such little soul... Strange, even thought you're a new soul... Anyway, you're really lucky. Your a new soul, and those are really hard to find. This is your first stain on your soul, i guess you could say your first page in your book and like for you my Master was just looking for a soul like that. She's looking for a completely pure soul but this is the closest she gets i guess. You're one of the maybe thousand souls that's on it's second page. Some of them are Gods and even Higher Beings. So you will get 3 options.-
Efter he said that the darkness around me disappeared and before me stop a being clothed in black rags. Chains were all around him. He even had four arms... I couldn't even see his face under the hood only two brightly glowing red orbs.
He slowly lifted up 3 of his arms and in each arm a different colored cube appeared. Black, white and red. And then he spoke.
-Himel: Choose!-
He said that word so slowly that it sounded inhuman.
What are the choices?
-Himel: I said you get to choose but sadly you don't get to know what. So don't think to much about it, just know that behind each of these cube are life forms that you are going to be in your next life, let me just tell you this, only one of them is human.-
So i can be another life form in my next life? Sounds... Exciting...
Black,white and red. The moon, sun and the sea of blood. Those are the thoughts that start to flow withing my head.
Would i like to be scorching hot sun to bright to look at?
Or the beautiful yet silent moon that hides it's presence?
Or would i want be the one to bath in the blood of my enemies in my next like?
This is easy.
-Himel: Are you sure about your choice, it is not human, are you fine with that little soul?-
Yes!
-Himel: Then so be it!-
The white and red cube crumble and the moment they do i feel as if something form my very own being disappears.
The Reaper extends one of his left hand yet again i get sucked into his palm after that he simply slams the black cube into me. I feel so little compared to the cube...
After the cube disappears or gets pushed into me strange feelings start to rush up and i somehow start to forget some parts of my life.
Ahhh, sleepy...
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The little soul disappears from Himels hand and only he remains standing there.
After which he kneels down and starts to speak.
-Himel: The deed has been done Master, but are you sure that pushing all of the souls potential will be a wise idea?-
Nothing can be seen around him yet a voice of a women can be heard.
-Goddess: He has his choice, 1/3, 2/3 or everything, and he choose everything, with beautiful thoughts as well. I very much liked he the beautiful yet silent moon that hides it's presence, a lot like me. He choose perfectly. Let's just hope the others don't make trouble for him, after all he's mine champion, others will not take kindly to that.-
The voice was charming, music to the ears. Divine.
-Himel: I guess you are right my Goddess. But i just hope that putting all of a souls potential into it won't make him to dangerous. But the downside is that he can't get reincarnated anymore... But the upside is that his soul power and potential are limitless, won't that make him an early target?-
-Goddess: Well the race that he's getting reincarnated to will take care of that. What a lucky soul i must say... My sister might even help him.-
-Himel: May i know what race? I know that the red one was High Human, but what about the other two?-
-Goddess: Let me just tell you this, the potential of the soul is great, if you divide it into 100 reincarnations, even that can 1/100 can give you enough potential to become a God even if the chance is very, very slim. The white one was Tumakien. The beings of pure energy. The black one, let's just say that his birth will be news to the whole universe, since he's currently the only one with the potential. So just be patient~-