Rebirth

In the scorching depths of Hell, where the rocks glowed scarlet and screams echoed endlessly, a figure lounged upon a throne of obsidian.

With blonde hair and black eyes, adorned in a black/white suit, Lucifer, the fallen angel, sat with one leg crossed over the other, looking bored.

With a lazy swipe of his finger, hundreds of tiny black orbs floated before him, each containing a soul.

He scrolled through them, his expression uninterested, like he was browsing through a catalog of misery. Each orb spun as he checked them out, the souls trapped inside wailing in agony.

But then, something caught his eye—a soul with a spark of potential. Lucifer's smirk hinted at his interest as he plucked it from the rest.

Promptly causing the others to disappear, only one black orb was left in front of him. He observed the small ball of energy curiously.

"This should do..."

As Lucifer's fingers brushed against the small white orb, it trembled and quivered, before slowly beginning to morph and shift.

Shadows coalesced around it, swirling and twirling until they took on a humanoid form, tall and imposing, yet shrouded in darkness. The figure seemed to lack any discernible features, its form a silhouette against the fiery backdrop of Hell.

The figure made out of darkness seemed to have gained consciousness as it glanced around curiously.

"Little one, I have granted you a second chance of life from the pits of hell." 

The figure stirred, its form pulsating with an otherworldly energy as it absorbed Lucifer's words. Though it lacked a mouth, it seemed to convey understanding, a sense of acknowledgment rippling through the darkness that enshrouded it.

It then tilted it's head to the side, wondering why it was brought back to life.

Lucifer, ever perceptive, seemed to anticipate its thoughts as he continued to speak, his voice resonating with an air of authority.

"I will assign you the role of a reaper. This world is filled with sinners, some minor, others major. It has come to my attention that it's becoming overrun by existences that shouldn't even be allowed to walk amongst the living."

A faint smirk appeared upon Lucifer's lips as he continued to speak with disdain, "This simply shows how incompetent the system my father made truly is. Therefore, I have decided to take matters into my own hands. I will send a personal emissary of Hell to cleanse the Earth of these beings, and that is your purpose."

The dark figure seemed to be in a daze, as it absently nodded in understanding. 

Lucifer observed the figure's silent acceptance with amusement, "You have questions, I assume?" He remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "No matter, I'll indulge your curiosity."

The enigmatic figure hesitated for a moment, as if weighing its thoughts carefully. It gazed at Lucifer with an intensity that spoke volumes, despite its lack of words.

"Why choose me?" The figure seemed to ask, its form pulsating with a silent yearning for answers.

"Why indeed," Lucifer mused, his expression unreadable, "Perhaps it's your potential for darkness, your capacity for destruction. Or perhaps, it's simply because I find you amusing."

It seemed he had no intention on clarifying, as he continued.

"Well either way, no one cares, It's time for you to receive your powers." With a flick of his fingers, he conjured forth a surge of dark energy, enveloping the figure in an otherworldly glow.

"As promised," Lucifer declared, his voice resonating with power, "I shall grant you the power of a system that complements your vessels expertise. You should be familiar with it."

The figure trembled as the dark energy coursed through its form, reshaping it into something new and powerful.

And as the transformation reached its climax, the figure emerged reborn, clad in the naked body of Oliver Queen.

 His blonde hair cascaded past his brows, with bright green eyes and a body toned in muscles.

"Well, this is certainly unexpected," Oliver remarked, his tone filled with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Never thought I'd be getting a makeover in Hell of all places. Not to mention as Oliver Queen."

Lucifer chuckled softly, "Indeed, it's not your typical spa day," he replied, his voice laced with playfulness. "But I assure you, the results are quite... striking."

Oliver smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I'll take your word for it. So, Lord Lucifer, mind if I pick your brain for a bit?"

"By all means," he replied, his tone casual. "Ask away, Oliver. I'm feeling rather generous today."

With a nod of appreciation, Oliver leaned forward, his expression thoughtful. "Fair enough. So, what's the catch? I mean, I'm all for a second shot at life, but I'm guessing there's a price to pay, right?"

Lucifer leaned back in his throne, his gaze contemplative. "Their is no catch," he replied, "You will simply serve as my reaper. But if you do a good job, perhaps I'll consider it payment in full and grant you ultimate freedom."

Oliver's eyes narrowed slightly in understanding. "And what if I decide to go rogue? What if I don't follow your instructions?"

Lucifer seemed nonchalant as he answered, "Then you'll simply die and go to parts of hell you never knew about."

Oliver awkwardly laughed, changing the conversation, "Right, good to know. Anything else I should be aware of?"

"The necessary memories will remain intact," He said. "And once I send you to the World of the Living, information on how your abilities work will be implanted into your brain. So, don't worry too much."

Oliver nodded, then asked, "And what about God?"

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "My dad is probably already aware of the situation, but for now he won't do anything." He replied cryptically. 

Before declaring, "Enough chit chat... It's time for you to return to the World of the Living."

"For now, you can just relax and get accustomed to your new surroundings. However I will be observing, so if I don't see any results of the wicked entering my domain by your hands, your 2nd chance at life will be revoked."

Oliver gave a playful salute, "Understood."

Lucifer simply watched Oliver in silence, before snapping his finger.

Snap!

And an instant later, he disappeared from view.

"Farewell, until we meet again, Emerald Archer."

****

Star City stretched out below, its lights glimmering against the night sky.

Moving closer, a large park came into view, a clear field of grass standing out amidst the buildings. In the middle of the park, the wreckage of a cargo plane burned, flames enveloping the twisted metal.

Amidst the smoke and fire, the scene became clearer: the plane had crashed violently, its cargo scattered, and the cockpit was partially intact but battered. Inside, two figures lay unconscious.

Oliver Queen's eyes snapped open as he took a large breath, the sharp intake of air both jarring and invigorating.

Blinking rapidly, he looked around, his mind racing to catch up with the memories flooding in. The memories were his, yet not quite—blending seamlessly into a singular narrative.

He realized with a start where he was: the season 3 finale of his own story, where he betrayed Ra's Al Ghul but ultimately failed to stop him from escaping with a bio-weapon.

Chuckling lightly at the absurdity of the situation, he turned his head to the right and saw Nyssa Al Ghul, his supposed wife and ally, lying unconscious beside him.

'Oliver should have totally taken Nyssa over Felicity...' He mused, an amused smile playing on his lips.

With a gentle shake of his head, Oliver slowly got to his feet, feeling the weight of the new memories settling into place.

He carefully picked up Nyssa in a princess carry, then broke open the window, stepping outside into the cool night air rushing to meet him. Glancing back, he saw the plane on fire, the flames casting eerie shadows over the destruction.

Oliver made his way to a clear area in the park, putting some distance between them and the wreckage.

He stopped farther away and gently sat down with his legs stretched out, placing Nyssa's head softly on his lap. His expression turned serious as he contemplated the situation and the powers he had been given.

'System.'

...

|Archer System|

The more sinners you punish, the greater your powers evolve...

Abilities:

[Superhuman Physique]

[Arcane Archery]: Harnesses mystical energies to imbue arrows with elemental properties or magical effects, enhancing their potency and versatility in combat.

[Hawkeye Vision]: Enhances visual perception, granting you heightened awareness of your surroundings, including improved night vision, and the ability to see through obstacles.

[Gale Dash]: Utilizes the power of the wind to perform quick dashes, enabling rapid movement and evasion over short distances.

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