1 Prologue

"That... damn god."

Muttering, cursing a god of some sort, a young boy that seemed to be around the age of 14 lay shriveled up in an alley way.

"He fucked up everything... and I will not stand for it." said the young boy, almost devilishly.

This boy, had previously gone by the name "Tristan Fortis," on the planet Earth. That is, until the first obstacle into his fated to be struggle-full life had appeared. God.

...

"Where am I?" Tristan questioned, surrounded by an empty white void.

"You, mortal, have been selected as my champion." responded a robotic voice, its echo everlasting throughout the empty, white void.

Darting his head, Tristan tried his best to locate the source of the noise— "Where are- Who are you?!"— he asked, still confused at the entire situation.

"Remain calm, mortal."— taking a pause, the voice continued—"I am what you beings on the mortal plane call 'God.' I, God, have selected you as my champion."

"Champion...?" Tristan asked.

"To put it simply... I have taken the life of the Earthling 'Tristan Fortis,' and will be moving his soul into the body of a mortal within a different world. Tristan Fortis will fight for me, and overcome any challenges that are thrown at him." the so-called God responded, succinctly, probably finding it unnecessary to keep things prolonged.

"Simply?!" Tristan screamed, his eyes flaring up.

This notion had surprised the immortal entity... most mortals had reacted with obvious joy at such a chance.

"Is there an issue, mortal?"

This single sentence from the bastard deity is all it took for the reality of the situation to sink in, causing Tristan's eyes to flare up along with his rage.

"My family, my friends, everything that I will be leaving behind because of a God's selfish desire... WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE ALL OF IT DOESN'T MATTER?!"

"Ah... I forget how easily you weaklings develop bonds. I am sorry to say— no... I'm not. Everything related to you is gone, I've erased them to decrease future complications." the divinity said, his expression quite cold and collected.

Silence, pure... pure silence. The words that left the mouth of this bastard God had infuriated Tristan to the point of such a reaction. He had no words, no thoughts, only rage.

"No... I can't accept this. Bring them back!" Tristan demanded, tears finally beginning to well up in his eyes.

"Once a being is erased, all living memories, soul, and ancestory of that very same being go with it. Bringing anything back after erasure... it isn't impossible, but it is definitely too much work to expend on a mortal like yourself."

At the conclusion of this thought, Tristan had lost the one and only string that kept his sanity together. To lose everything so quickly, battered by emotions foreign to him as a privileged youth... it was soul shattering.

He had broken.

Falling to his knees, as if life had left his body, Tristan looked into the void of nothingness. Unable to process anything that he had undergone... he fell unconscious.

"This weak mortal couldn't even stay awake for the explanation process... so be it, I'll just send them away."

...

Tristan was beyond angry, he felt overpowered by the very rage he had never truly experienced before now. But more than that... scared, scared for himself, scared for the future of his now erased loved ones, scared of this new world he had been thrust into... scared... of everything.

"For now... I'll find a way to survive. God, no... Bastard, I am coming for you."