Before my eyes, a bright light flashes. Those must be the gates of heaven, indicating that I am indeed dead. Those people are all so naive! Have they never watched a single episode of a medical drama? It's not good when something is on your chest and you cough blood. I dash to the massive ball of light, sighing at my own demise.

Running at full speed my body slams into the ball with a hard impact. “Why did you run into me like that?” The ball says.

“Wait are you god?!” I question. It transformed into a glowing human figure with only being a little taller than me.

“I am the god of God's young one. Your God or any other religious god was created by me. I am the boss while they are the only reception. Watch over and make sure everything is in place. I could watch over them but I like staying whole.” He says. I was never a religious person but, it's kinda sad that we are worshiping a desk job.

“What about my Grandmother will she be ok without me? And that man that killed me what happened to him?!” I ask.

“Don't be concerned about your Grandmother; she'll be fine. I made her meet a wealthy man who has fallen in love with her with a little bit of fate bending. And, before you ask, he is two years older than she is, so she is the gold digger. The murderer, on the other hand, will be apprehended three days later after attempting to push another person across the street. To be precise, a cop.” He provides. Relief rolls through me by that fact. I kinda feel bad for Grandpa but she always says he was a bastard.

“Thank you, Creator; is there a reason for your graciousness?” I enquire.

“I knew you were a smart boy.” He says. So really there's a reason why he brought me here instead of some type of afterlife. “Usually your god would handle your soul and what to do with it. But I intervened and took your soul for a purpose.” He says.

“And what is that?” I respond.

“I need your help in another that I created,” He says.

“What exactly did you do?” I ask.

“Rude on how you think I did something. If anything it’s what I didn’t do. The worlds I made were great until the Godly War started. Some gods didn’t like me and revolted. I won the war of course but, the intent was still there. The Gods who fought against me thought the other gods that fought with me were traitors. This mindset caused many wars to happen between worlds. The only world that hasn’t made peace is Toddanata. I left the world with a group of gods with different meanings who ruled over different things. Almost like the greek gods from your world. The gods who fault against me are waging a war that the other side doesn’t want. There's more for you to know but you must go to the world to learn. Save my allies and bring peace to the innocent. I beg of you.” He says begging me.

Taken aback by his words and I step back to think. I could probably reject this and go to the afterlife or fight for this world. “You’ll have parents!” My head turns back quickly at his words.

“I’ll have parents?” I question.

“Yes, parents that will love you with all their might. Parents whose only goal is to be happy with you as a trio. I don’t even have to use divine will to make them love. They’ll love by their own will.” He says. My parents died when I was very young. To the point where I don’t even remember their faces. Oh, what I would do for that kind of love.

“I’ll do it,” I respond.

“Thank you.” At that call a yellow stream of light circles around compacting me into a yellow spear like the Creator. Grasping me into its hand he blows me away and as I drift off the world slowly fades to black.