Chapter 1-(I'm Not Dead?)

Beep...Beep...Beep.

A heart's rhythmic beat flows through an EKG monitor. An old man lays on a flat bed, his arms pressed against the side rails. On his left is his wife and on his right are his two sons. As the old man's breaths become heavier so do their faces. Peace. Rest.

Ah, I should tell them before I go. Suddenly, the old man raises his arms. "I love y'all! See ya in heaven!" Seeing his familiar smile and cando attitude the group smiles. Even at death he continues bringing out smiles. Slowly his arms and eyes lower. It's over. You won this round, cancer.

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Dark? "Why is everyone s-" The hell!? I sound young. Panicked I open my eyes. "....wha?" I'm young again? Smooth skin, low hanging jewels, and my back doesn't feel like it's being held in a vice?

A young man sits on top of a lone hill. Staring at his brown suit, he plays with his hands. The white moon's light peeks through the clouds, planting ethereal pillars onto the forest laden horizon. The clouds dance and the stars shine as a young man sits alone, his black hair flying in the wind. A picturesque moment. "Fuck me, did I just get isekai'd?"

.....nevermind.

Slowly he stands up. His eyes are devoid of excitement. Tears slide down his cheeks, regret filling his face. "I...no...It was time. I was ready. They don't know I'm here. I can never see them again. Why? Why would god do this instead of curing me?"

Silence.

It hurts. Is Mary Ganna be okay? Tommy and Gerald will be there for her. They we're never that good at consoling people though...no...they'll be fine. I'll be fine...why? Looking at my young body I remember the years I spent. The wrinkles I built with my Mary. If I'm here maybe she is? Yeah. This isn't some loli harem novel.

"For now we should see if there are others like you around."

"The fuck!" The young man screamed as he falls onto his bum. Now an angel floats in front of him. It's eyes and hair are a shimmering gold, a cloth wrap covering it's chest and neither regions. Callousness fills it's face. Female? Male? Only it knows. After a few seconds the young man stands up. "So what exactly are you?" He said with zero tact or fear.

"I'm god."

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Stare.....

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Okay. Yup. Maybe. I mean it has wings. Definitely isn't human. Maybe it's a prank?

"Nope. I'm really god. Look over there! Yes forest."

Yes that is most certainly a forest. So god like eyes or something? Wait! Hmmm. It would better if that forest became a massive lake.

"And now for a massive lake!"

.....Wha? It's a lake now. The horizon is now filled with a shingle blue instead of vibrant green. No rumbling. No flash. Just change...Wait???????What????

"Maybe it should be part of the Bairan desert!"

.....Praise be god! Don't kill me!

Suddenly, the young man jumps head first in front of god. I ain't fucking with Mr. Forest to Desert. I know you can read my mind. Please send me back...also, nice desert. Yup. Yes.

"Don't wanna. I'm bored and you got lucky. Come on! Lets screw this world up! If your still lucky I'll send ya back!"

The young man stands up, dusting his trousers. "Can I ask what you mean by screw the world up?" The ripples In his eyes have ceased. His hands are firm and mind sharp. I have no idea what's going on. Chances are this is a morphine induced fever dream. Even so, this feels real. From hospice to a new world.

With crossed arms, god responds. "Just explore. Do whatever you want. Your immortal and I will do whatever you want. No need for food or sleep. Plus, If you mess up we can just restart. So where do you want to go first?" Carefree. It's words seem to hold no particular meaning. At least, to god it means nothing. What other perspective would there be? The young man's?

With a heavy sigh he starts. "Sure. Lets head north. You can call me Brandon or Brand. Do you have a name?" I'm not even going to bother asking. It already said no to going home. Suddenly, it smiles. A gentle light falls from it's wings. It's almond eyes glimmer as a warm smile beams from it's cold face. It rest it's hips and lowers it arms. Female? Male? Who cares. It's gorgeous.

"You can call me Millia."

Standing before the moon, Millia's beauty shines brighter than the sun hiding behind it. Even so I feel nothing. Mary will always be the most beautiful person to me. Even god stands below her. So cold and free. Even so, I will break past and return home.....I promise.