Hades Lord of the Underworld

In the depths of the uncharted void, a spark awakened. It was a simple ball of white light, stirring into consciousness amid an endless expanse, gazing out into a tapestry of galaxies, nebulas, and universes, woven like silken threads upon a black canvas.

It felt, in a strange way, at peace—unburdened by who or what it once had been, holding only the scattered memories of stories, of fictions that lingered as shadows of a forgotten past life.

Then, something flickered into view: a luminous, shimmering screen, pulsing with an ethereal blue. Floating in the center of this screen was a vast, gleaming wheel—like a wheel from a game show, one so surreal and vivid it seemed almost alive, spinning gently as if beckoning him.

As he peered closer, he recognized each marked section as a place of fiction, a world known to him in fragments and dreams: anime realms, comic book multiverses, dark mythological worlds, even bizarre crossover realms stitched from disparate stories.

Though his own past had slipped from him, he felt no pang of loss. His memories of family, friends, or purpose faded into the void—but here, in the surrealism of this place, it hardly seemed to matter. The sense that he'd passed from life to something beyond didn't frighten him. It felt oddly familiar.

"So... is this where I meet the god of all things?" he mused, looking around the vast expanse of nothingness, his voice echoing.

As if in response, words flickered on the screen:

{Welcome, young soul, to the Void. You have amassed a great karma in your previous life, the echoes of which linger still.}

Curious, he questioned, "But how could I have such karma when I can't even remember my own life?"

{The process of reincarnation is an unbinding, where one's soul is cleansed. Yet, the strength of your soul preserved fragments—scraps of stories and knowledge. You are one of few to come here unbroken.}

The words shimmered and faded, leaving him staring at the massive wheel, the pulsing blue at its center inviting his attention.

{It is time, then, to spin the Wheel of Fate. Here your path will be chosen: the realm, the role, and perhaps… the dangers that await you.}

Exhilarated and wary, he placed his consciousness—what little he felt of it—upon the wheel. It glimmered, whirling through the names of worlds both dangerous and wondrous: worlds like One Piece, Dragon Ball, Percy Jackson realms, DC, and Marvel, and then further, into mythologies where gods, monsters, and cosmic beings ruled.

At last, the wheel slowed and stopped on something… familiar and ominous:

{AU Percy Jackson with elements of DCU and MCU}

An uneasy thrill flickered through him. He could picture the world already—Olympian gods, cosmic entities, a mad titan wielding infinity, entire universes clashing in a chaotic dance. He could feel the perils gnawing at him, but he steeled himself, knowing there was no going back.

With newfound resolve, he spun the wheel once more, watching it whirl as his fate narrowed further. A single name appeared before him:

{Hades/Pluto (Greco-Roman Mythology); God of the Dead, Spirits, Death, Darkness, Wealth, Riches, Earth, and God-King of the Underworld}

He could hardly contain his excitement. Hades… Not only a god but the god of shadows, one who held the very essence of the underworld within his grasp. This could work.

{For the karma earned in your past life, you are granted four spins on the Wheel of Fortune to acquire powers for this life.}

Each spin filled him with anticipation, a low hum thrumming through his being as he spun:

First Essence: The Blank, a potential as limitless as the cosmos themselves, a power to learn, master, and transcend any skill or ability.

Second Essence: The King, a form above mortal limits, with strength, endurance, and a royal charisma to bend the hearts and wills of nations—a warrior and a leader by blood and bone.

Third Essence: The Harem Protagonist, an attraction beyond understanding, a magnetism that drew powerful, destined souls toward him, twisting fate and destiny to protect those connected to him.

Fourth Essence: The Essence of Home, a realm of his own, outside of reality, impenetrable, yet moldable to his design and needs. A sanctuary, a place to rest and plan, shielded from even the highest deities.

Each revelation surged within him, filling him with an anticipation he hadn't known before. He glanced back at the blue screen, another message gleaming in bold:

{Design your avatar, or select a pre-existing form.}

He stared at the blank avatar, an outline like a hollow statue waiting to be filled. He envisioned himself with the regal bearing of a ruler, someone ageless and powerful, with a physique crafted like ancient marble.

He imagined a face inspired by Zhongli, yet marked with features that felt his own—amber eyes sharp and alive with an ancient fire, hair dark as shadows, a calm presence that hinted at restrained chaos.

With a final look of satisfaction, he clicked "Accept." Golden light flared around him, brightening until he became little more than a shadow of the Void.

As the golden radiance encased him, he felt himself stretch, condense, and transform. The last thing he saw was a message, almost as if whispered by the Void itself:

{Welcome to your new life, Hades of the Underworld. Beware—this time, fate is watching you closely.}

With a flash, he was gone from the Void. The screen faded, galaxies and stars resuming their eternal dance as silence claimed the darkness once again.