1 The beginning.

Bang!

It was over.

The dogs finally did it.

La Familia Zeno had been gunning for my turf for a while. They had made it pretty obvious.

The first signs were rather subtle admittedly.

They roughed up a few of my boys who had ventured into his side on a high. Normally a show would be in order as to leave no room to question my authority, but incidents like this had very little effect on a reputation like mine.

Their next venture raised alarms however. Killing one of my boys for disrespecting a mere drug dealer was a stain on my cloth, and I would have them clean it.

A few drive bys kept the Familia in check for some months.

But they never lost their teeth. Soon word came to him that some of my guys were defecting. Apparently the Familia had offered a better deal.

Judging by their new reputation, this should have been impossible. They shouldn't even be able to retain their own men.

Then the spies give their reports. Meth. Top quality too. Zeno had gotten his hands on a cook with damn good product.

Shit went downhill from there.

I started losing business and soon I could barely keep his operation afloat. The Familia grew bigger while my people scattered to the wind.

Then it happens. Turf war. Like 10 black sudans pull up in my main base of operations.

They start spraying, people start dropping. I lost good cooks and my best lab was burned.

It was obvious. The Locos would fall soon.

I start preparing to flee to some foreign country when my son, 21 years old, steps into my room.

"... Yo soy tu familia, mi hijo."

"Zeno es mi familia, no tú."

And thats how I ended up here. In this dark ass void in front of an angel with a suit and glasses.

She'd be pretty if her eyes weren't as bright as the sun.

"Great. Out of every possible person I get scum like you. I know it's a random chance, but can we at least get one of those kids who want to do this?" She says.

I'm standing there confused as shit. I was expecting to be given the fast pass to the oven, but she was expecting a child? And random? What?

"....Congratulations insect. You've been given the option of reincarnation. We are low on souls to supply to this planet so yay! You get to skip damnation...which we usually reserve for the worst of the worst."

"Wait what? So it's not just heaven and hell?" I ask the glowing lady.

"It's a forgiving system. Heaven is reserved for souls that are the very best, and Hell for the very worst. The remaining souls that are considered middle ground have their memories erased and are reincarnated across different worlds and dimensions." She says casually, dismissing the shocked look on my face.

"Roca de Locos. Infamous for his Locos Methamphetamine that made people who took it go 'loco' while they were high....sounds stupid. Apparently you didnt sell enough of it ruthlesssly enough to actually measure up to a serial killer."

The nerve of this angel lady. Running the Locos was a fine thing. The boys got the job done and sold enough without attracting the pigs to our operation.

Too bad it was the wolves that got us.

"Either way. I should go through the process of erasing your memory now."

Did I hear right? Should?

It meant that she was mauling it over!

I could find a weakness in that. If I did, I'd be able to start my new life with at least a few of my memories. That would be plenty.

"Hold on! I think I can help you with your predicament!" I shouted

The woman looked squarely at me, and damn that light!.

"....I merely had a thought. Im suprised you caught on... Tell me... can you create a world that looks like a pitstain?" She asked me, her eyes still piercing my very soul.

"I would do that a lot better with a good start, but yeah I probably could." I say, grabbing this opportunity by the balls.

"...If you do succeed...I kill several birds with one stone. There are so many reincarnation angels that you could never be traced back to me. And I could always just snuff you out if things get out of hand." She said as she looked at a book on her desk.

Snuff me out....This is dangerous territory.

"May I ask what you need?" I say as kindly and politely as possible.

She sighs. Her eyes stop shining and take on a more sober crimson colour.

"I hate working with this world. Its birth to death ratio is just..... irritating. If it becomes a stain then a demon can have it instead. Worst is the fact that it has a Corruptor."

Ah. More confusion.

"May I ask what that is? And how it affects me?" I ask, already prepared to spend my days in damnation.

"On this world they call it a Demon Lord. They have the ability to mark a soul for hell. En massé. It leads to a woefully low reincarnation rate if that wasn't obvious." She said nonchalantly.

Demon Lord!?! The hell is that!

"The corruption is a mental effect that corrodes the inhabitants of the world he inhabits. We have found many ways to counter it, but I'm about to employ one of the more controversial ones."

"Wait....does that mean what I think it means?" I ask yet another question, if only to ensure this angel isn't crazy.

"Yes. Getting high is indeed a way to combat corruption."

"What."