1 The Death

The weather was cold this time of year in Louisville, Kentucky, however thats how Dante liked them, atleast compared to the hot summer days, February was heaven. I guess it helps that it's his birthday. Born February 11th, 2003, Dante made for a young African-American man in the technical south of America.

As soon as he was old enough he bought a gun, what could they say to him, Kentucky is a hunting state so he got himself a rifle at 18.

Just like his dad said, "Better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it."

Dante, a firm believer in focus and commitment, wasn't gonna let someone ruin his life, after all he's worked too hard to get to were he is.

Were he is currently is on the road to WKU(Western Kentucky University), a D1 college, for a full ride scholarship in Football. Being a 275 lb 5 star D Tackle, Dante had alot of options but staying relatively close yet far away was a part in his decision. UofL and UK were no-go's since UofL was too close while UK was petty rivals with UofL.

The reason he didn't go to K-State was because it's a all black school and something about going to an all black school just didn't work for him. Dante had alot of friends from other races and wanted to be friends with more than just black people. Lord knows we can get too crazy at times.

Anyway, WKU had cemented his choice when he learned of their video game designer programs and job opportunities that came with it.

A dark, shadowy figure seeped its way across a moon lit highway, cars speeding across the concrete, along this highway was Dante himself. Driving while his mind was absent, his body on autopilot.

A truck packed with large timber and cut trees loaded on the back enters his lane in front of him, coming back to his senses, Dante frowns at the sight and immediately signals and moves over a lane.

"Nuh-uh-uh, I saw Final Destination, you wont get me like them."

And that's exactly how he got..got. The truck, as if stuck to him moves into the lane with him. The timber on the back unnaturally tossing on the back launches a 17 foot cut tree log into the air. Dante's eyes widen at the sight, immediately trying to swerve, but that is not enough. The tree logs pierces through the window of Dante's car and straight through his upper body, turning it into mush.

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'AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH'

After a couple of minutes of screaming, Dante looks at his surroundings in wonder, seeing nothing but a black void, the question of his death arise from his mind.

'NO NO NOOOOOO, I HAD A SCHOLARSHIP, I WAS GONNA BE A VIDEO GAME DESIGNER AND MARRY KEHLANI, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO'

While in a existential crisis, Dante gets a look at his body-

'Pure white? I'M WHITE NOW? WHAT ABOUT MY N-WORD PASS, IS IT REVOKED?'

"Calm yourself" A voice from the void calls out.

'H-hello, is that you…God?'

"Hehe, maybe, I mean…..who knows?" A figure of brilliant light in the form of a man says while shrugging.

'O-ok then'

"Now, my boy, lets get straight to buisness, you are dead. 2 options from here on out,

1: you play luck and hope you aren't sent to hell during judgement day.

2: I reincarnate you into a world of…Marvel with the powers of, lets see...how about a chaos god from the Warhammer series?"

Stunned at god's proposal, Dante asks, "If I go to the marvel world and do horrible things like mass killing, if I come back here, do I go to hell?"

"If you choose my second option, you will automatically go into a long sleep like state, until I might pull you out to reincarnate you somewhere."

"Every time you pull me out, will you give me abilities to actually thrive in that particular world?"

"Yes, of course!"

Dante lets out a breath of fresh air, "phew, didn't want to be in boku no pica with nothing to help me."

"Hehe, now pick."

"Ilm go with the second option"

"Mmm, ok now pick a chaos god."

'Hmmm, out of the three, there is Tzeetch, Khorne and Nurgle, I've barely gotten a interest in warhammer from Brickys video. Slaanesh is a automatic no, I dont want to be confused about whether im a boy/girl girl/boy or neither, plus being a masochist and sadist just aint me, so no need to ponder there. A no for Tzeetch, just because he's all tricky and I couldn't stand trying to make up elaborate schemes and plans. Now Khorne and Nurgle.'

"Do I take on their physical traits?"

"Only if you want too."

"Then ill choose Nurgle."

"Hmmm, now then, away with you."