The Beginning

I can't explain this. You wouldn't understand would you? Whatever I 'feel' here. I-it's like being a sound-proof 'room' with no room to move, a feeling of touch with no way to feel, a smell that is always there but I can never understand what it comes from, a knowledge of a presence without the ability to see. This maddening place, if it can evenly be called one, is the end of my troubles and the beginning of new ones …

Yes, The Beginning, a place of concepts with no way to feel, before the spiritual became the material. That is the only way to truly explain this plane.

"It seems I lost the bet"

Before I can react to the gravelly voice a bright BANG appears spreading throughout this place. Things start to change, first cold, an indescribable cold, spreads like holding a piece of ice cold enough to make your hand as brittle as a thin layer of frost over a lake. Then heat, all-encompassing to the point that the pain itself would kill a man thousands, no, millions of times over. Soon, the light show begins as the cold starts to return, hundreds of thousands of nebula bloom like a rose painted by a rainbow unfurling infinitely until a ever changing cloud is created and soon I can feel my body normalizing, reaching equilibrium a I feel a floor appear under my feet and soon here footsteps behind me.

I turn dumbfounded by what is happening there before me. It is a person dressed in a baggy white shirt and similarly baggy blue jeans with a transforming, well, everything really. Their face seems to be constantly changing between facial features, young to old, ugly to beautiful, manly to feminine. Their body shaping constantly changing shape in similar veins with the only consistent thing about them being their height, roughly 3 meters tall, their glowing white hair, and the bottomless black pits that are their eyes. "Amazing isn't it? Always a wonder to see no matter how long I've lived … Well don't just stand there, ask questions like, I don't know, why are you here, what happened to me, where am I, you know the usual things I need to get out of the way."

Their voice is a combination of thousands, like a repeating echo of tourists in a cave. "God?"

"Not the God, just one, one man can't do everything you know."

"Who are you?"

"Call me, Chaos."

Their form finally stopped shifting and settled on a early 20s man with pasty white skin with high cheekbones and a straight jaw not unlike James Charles. "What?"

"Names are powerful you know. They put definite shapes on even the most powerful and it seems to me like you've played a lot of Hades recently. Always fun to see who knows this name and what they attach to it though my hair and eyes can mess it up sometimes."

They sound more masculine and dramatic now with the previously echoing now sounding more like a badly auto-tuned voice. They check a wristwatch that didn't seem to be their before, "Hmm seems I have time for one more question before we get to business so if I were you I'd take a deep breathe and choose wisely"

They seems to put great emphasis on this so you follow instructions calm down and think for a minute. "Where was I?"

"The beginning of a universe from what I saw before I completely ported here. Quite rare now a days since He has been sleeping. Now follow me."

They snaps his finger and a door appears, and soon after, opens. "Now don't just stand there, I only have another hour before my shift ends and I'd like sort out another one after you real quick before it's time to go home."

You follow through the door into a well to do modern office and quickly pointed to one of the chairs to sit down. "Now I'd like to get a few things checked to make sure they didn't give me the wrong one if that's okay."

"Don't really know what's happening in the first place really."

"Fair enough, now your name is Kian Schwartz, correct?"

"Yes."

"Male, born and raised in Denmark and had a job as a director/producer."

"Yes."

"Age 58 Earth years old, born on March 4th, 1964 CE"

"Correct."

"Died by what was judged as vehicular manslaughter."

"As far as I know."

"Then there isn't much left to do but explain a few things. First, this is the reincarnation department, where all gods have to come to have a mortal soul transferred to a world. Second, you are one of those mortals and my job is to make sure everything is in order for the transfer. Finally, you have the right to either go to one of the afterlives of your chosen religion, with which afterlife being based on their rules, or to be given a second life and at least some superpowers in exchange for doing a mission or missions for the god who is your 'sponsor', the one who chose you."

"Is there a contract or something for me to sign."

"That will be given to you along with a department provided lawyer to help you change the contract if needed, though honestly with the god of games being your sponsor he will most likely be pretty lenient unless you anger him in some way."

"What happened to the last guy who did that?"

"Okay, so he near always has a clause that allows him to make two missions, one chosen before signing and one when ever he wants and if they fail the penalties are usually way harder than the optional missions he usually gives. So when this one angered the guy but still ended up signing the contract he used his optional missions to guide him into the middle of a desert and then, when his bladder was completely empty, he was given the mission to pee within the next five minutes. Lo and behold he fails and the penalty given was to, after a week, die during which he would be tortured by the gods of torture and punishment."

"Okayyy. Anything else?"

"Just the contract making/signing and official meeting with your sponsor just before you go. Knowing yours I would guess he either lost a bet and is doing the legwork of one of the other gods or using you as a form of entertainment. Sometimes both."

" I see then where do I go next?"

"Down the hall and to your first left, sixth right, and through door number twenty-seven."

"Thank you and have a good day then."

"You are welcome."