Prologue/Death?

"Are you sure that this is what you wish for? You fought in a war against 6 others like you, and now you wish to end yourself? What a waste of life."

In a barely lit cave, two figures could be seen conversing. One of them, a kneeling man, covered in wounds from various weapons, arrows, javelins, the like, even being covered in blood, you could see he was attractive. The other, a small pale faced girl sitting on a large golden chalice with her legs dangling out.

"We both know why I'm doing this. I don't want to live here anymore."

"What about Je-"

"SHUT UP!" The girl was surprised at his outburst. Beneath his tattered hood, she could see tears starting to form.

"Aww, little servant's poor lovestruck heart. Can't take heartbreak?? What would she think if she saw you now, grasping at straws to be able to die." She starting laughing, taking sadistic pleasure in watching his despair, reveling in his anguish.

"Please...stop mentioning her... stop." His tears started flowing down his face, his eyes traveled to the pendant she had given him. The only proof that the two ever interacted.

"Urgh, fine, I'll grant your wish. Although it seems like many, you willingly sacrificing your memories to get it to work is funny." She stopped mocking him and started to have her hands in a seemingly random pattern while chanting in a confusing tongue. "Anything you want to look like?"

"Anything apt to the situation, although being hot would be nice. But, I'm keeping the pendant." The girl laughed, the sadistic grin back on her seemingly innocent face. "Sure loverboy, whatever you say. Also I'm giving a gift for when you get there, think of it as a present for all the amusement you've given me."

The man, albeit with great difficulty, stood up, ready to go to his "death". " I hope I can help people in my next life."