Mundane Lives: Responsibilities

[MYRIAD-Paradis]

"Right along this aisle is the armory, [Overseer].", said Charon. There was a long aisle in front of them, looking dark and bleak. It had several gargoyles adorning the walls. At the end of the aisle stood an ivory door. It glowed softly in the darkness.

"Weren't you supposed to show me to my room first, and what do you mean by an [Overseer]?", asked Gazeera.

"The armory is along the way, good sir. [Overseer] is the role assigned to you by Lord Hades himself, you along with some other [Incarnations] are collectively responsible for monitoring the [Record], and notifying the reaper units of any unforeseen or threatening situation, like apocalypse, rogue spirits, captured deities, etc.", replied Charon, as he walked towards the armory door. "You play a very important role in warding off threats from [MYRIAD].

"Who are the other [Overseers]?", enquired Gazeera.

"Hmmm... Not as many as the reapers, but there are a few.", chimed Charon, as he worked on the locks, opening the armory door. "The [Incarnations] you will be working with are [Deimos], [Phobos], [Aminon] and [Hecate]. Then there is the [Retired one] as well, but don't worry about him."

"Welcome!.. to the armory.", proclaimed Charon, gesturing Gazeera to enter the armory. "This place has nearly everything in creation. Legendary equipment built by the cyclops themselves to normal tools used by [Manifestations] across infinite timelines. Not to mention, there are a few select weapons, armor and tools from Hephaestus' forge itself."

Gazeera was awed by the immense wealth and resources stored in the armory. Volumes upon volumes of jewels, technology, heritage, inheritance, history all stashed in a single room, that seemed endless. There were countless realms and pocket dimensions that were constantly pouring in even more resources to the already surplus inventory.

The armory looked like an illusory void, with a bleak navy blue dome covering it's vast expanse, studded with numerous stars. It's sparkling floor was made up of carved white bones, that resembled ivory.

"Let's find you something useful.", said Charon, as he roamed around in the armory. Gazeera quickly followed behind. Charon summoned an oar and snapped his finger. The armory started readjusting itself, with it's shelves shifting, chests levitating. The floor started warping to concentric circles, as the sky dome caved in on Gazeera.

Charon swirled his oar as he started realigning the inventory. The multitudes shelves started moving randomly while chests started zooming across the room. The realms and dimensions contained within the room started flickering and warping, distorting violently. The resources inside the armory, every piece of armor, every weapon, every tool started flowing viciously. The ceiling completely caved in.

"Don't be anxious, young lad.", said Charon, as casually directed and oriented everything in the room to a constant flow. "Just heed to a voice or a calling, it should guide you to your belongings. You will know it when you witness it."

He then swirled his oar at the caving sky dome, turning it into a warping vortex of sky and stars that engulfed Gazeera.

The stars studded across the sky dome latched onto Gazeera, while the navy blue sky shrouded him. The stars glowed brightly resonating with the sky shrouding Gazeera. His surroundings began to shatter and warp, into a solemn navy blue void.

As Gazeera drifted in the void, the stars that had latched onto him twirled, forming an immense beam of light. A dark shadow emanating golden flames loomed over his head. It gazed upon the vast expanse of the void, as it entered the beam of light aligning the stars across the sky-dome creating a celestial formation. The void started to shift and warp violently as the stars rapidly moved inside celestial formation.

Gazeera's black eyes turned navy blue, as his white iris took the shape of a clock.

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A memory of the past:

"(I hope you will return someday, Old friend.)", said a mysterious deity, standing over desolate realm devoid of life, warping and dying, dissolving into oblivion.

He gazed upon [Yggdrasil], as grief and loss overwhelmed his sentiments.]

Gazeera was shocked for this was the first time his visions had materialized. The forlorn deity was standing in front of him. The stars swirled into a vortex, paving a way between the Deity and Gazeera. He followed the stars towards the Deity, and just as he was about to speak-

"AAAARRRHHH!!!", the Deity roared in rage as the void shattered.

"Welcome back!", exclaimed Charon.

"What just happened right now?", asked Gazeera, he was extremely tense and anxious.

"Relax, kid. This is just a defense mechanism. Just to ensure everyone who enters the armory only takes what belongs to them.", Charon shrugged off, grinning. "But look at you, your armor radiates the prowess of [Continuity], while your weapon personifies [Singularity]. Even I didn't know we had treasures like these."

"Doesn't look that bad. Heh.", Gazeera smirked while gazing upon himself.

He looked at his weapon, it was a radiant blue staff studded with a dull grey pommel. It had a murky silverish-blue palisman contained in an obsidian black owl head, shrouded in pale blue crystal like feathers drifting around it. He then looked at his hands. He was wearing black gloves, his arms covered by peach white sleeves. There was a chest plate on him, adorning an abstract sigil. He wore black boots with a navy blue Hakama tucked in.

"Well, we are done with this place. I will show you to your room now. Rest well, it must have been a bit hectic for you.", said Charon.

"Yeah... it was.", replied Gazeera.

Charon nodded, and stomped his oar over the bony platform. A great ethereal white river flowed from it's bony surface, piercing through the sky dome paving a way forward. He then summoned a ferry, and got on board. Gesturing Gazeera to board it, he then started rowing the ferry forward.

They passed over the vast expanse of [Paradis], where several reapers were zooming around with paperwork and records, handling spirits, souls and newly ascended [Manifestations] across different pantheons. At a far distance there was a tall spire over a dome like structure. It was made up of gravel and had blue tinted windows, over it was the [Record].

"That was where you were inducted to [MYRIAD].", said Charon. "The place is called the Pristine Chapels, it's right under the [Record] at the center of [MYRIAD].

The ferry approached a realm that resembled a navy blue dome. The realm had some clouds of greyish-white fog drifting around it.

"Well this is your new dorm, young wolf.", said Charon. "This realm is solely assigned to you no roommates, so don't get messed up by your seniors over it okay."

Gazeera nodded.

"Off you go then, get some good sleep. Relax yourself, synchronize with [MYRIAD] and when your done lord Hades will summon you. Don't take too long though. Nice knowing you... Nasim Shabir Gazeera.", continued Charon, as Gazeera got off the ferry and waved Charon off.

He entered his realm through the blue dome, which rippled around him. It was a cold and dim place, with an island at it's center, it had a pale white glow to it. There was a small cottage at the center of the blue domain, it had marble white walls with blueish hue and blue tinted windows.

Gazeera landed on the island, as it glowed brightly in the void. He entered the tiny cottage, opening it's wooden door. It was warm, there was a hammock hanging by the window and a hearth near the door burning in pale white flames. There was a mirror on one of the walls, embroidered in silver.

Gazeera saw a tall, lean and regal black wolf looking back at him from the mirror. He had sleek black fur, with a pale snowy white hue. Pure pitch black eyes with piercing white iris.

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[While in a warping node to [MYRIAD]]

"Well I have recommended you to [MYRIAD].", said the Dark Shadow, shrouded in bright yellow flames. "More like I helped you skip a few steps and directly ascend."

"Why do you insist that I should ascend?", asked Gazeera. "I already told you this is a misunderstanding, I would rather return to my original life."

"Haa!..", the scoffed the mysterious shadow. "You are a very special case Gazeera, and I would rather not lose this opportunity. Your accomplishment in your third life is quite remarkable you see, you will garner a lot of attention."

"I exorcised a demon nothing more, nothing less. It's no different from what I had been doing for a long time...", replied Gazeera, a bit annoyed. "Wait what do you mean by my third life?"

"You 'exiled' the mother of all monsters not some random demon-spawn, but whatever, you have been incarnated thrice Gazeera.", said the Shadow, as he flicked his wrists. Multitudes of timelines gushed over Gazeera as he was flooded with countless memories. In some he was hailed a hero, in some he was sacrificed, in some he lived a normal life, so on and so forth.

"Ahhh!!!", Gazeera gasped in pain, as his memories kept overwhelming him.

"So you see Gazeera, I helped you skip any further reincarnations and directly ascended you to [MYRIAD]", said the shadow with a smug expression over his warped face. "If you decide to go back now, you will keep reincarnating over and over again, never being able to properly ascend as you would be constantly disrupted by angels, haunted by deities and hunted by demons."

"..."

"But don't worry for I am here.", continued the Shadow. "Just accept my recommendation and ascend to [MYRIAD], don't worry about factions. Just accept any faction that makes the first job offer. Stay in [MYRIAD] for a while, help me defeat [Ragnarok]. And stop the apocalypse from reaching your world."

"But when will I return?..", asked Gazeera.

"You will be able return to this universe... eventually.", said the Shadow. "So what do you say, will you accept?"

"Haaaa...", Gazeera sighed, exhausted. "Fine, I am dead anyway."

"That's the spirit, my friend.", grinned the Shadow. "Off you go then."

A bright golden light shrouded Gazeera, when-

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Gazeera shook his head, as he snapped back to the present. Standing in front of the mirror he let out another sigh of exhaustion.

He hopped onto the hammock by the blue tinted windows, laying in it-

"It seems like I will be gone for a while... Margaret.", he murmured, as he drifted to sleep.

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