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A soul sits across from an old-man, a wooden table separating them.
"So… I'm dead?"
"Correct."
"How did I die exactly…?" The soul asked curiously.
"You died from a speeding truck-"
"Please tell me it was my lord and savior truck-kun!"
"... No. It was just some random truck."
"Oh… Are you su-"
"Yes." The god said, his voice blunter than truck-kun's choice of weapon, its front bumper.
The soul hits its head on the table, "Not even a second sister or at least a cousin?"
"Nope…"
"... Maybe-"
"NO! THEY ARE NOT A VERY DISTANT COUSIN OR EVEN A TWICE REMOVED SISTER! CAN WE JUST MOVE ON!"
"..." The soul would stay quiet, not wanting to invoke the god's wrath.
Yes, this being is the G.O.D if that wasn't made clear earlier.
"Since you have finally shut the fuck up, I'll explain what happen. I'll allow you two wishes, unlimited as per the usual, along with an item or object of your choosing. It can be anything from a Glasses that make the signature superiority glint, the Hogoku, even the Naofumi's Shield, along with its attachments and upgrades, from Rising of the Shield Hero. You can even customize it to your liking.
"Then after you do that shit, you will pick a world and choose to be reincarnated, transmigrated, or integrated into the world."
"Really? Anything?" The soul said to make sure.
"Nooooo… I just say that.
"OF FUCKING COURSE ANYHTING!? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK I MEANT YOU YOU FUCKING MORON?!"
The soul winces from the volume, "Alright. Alright… I'll stop asking stupid ass questions."
"Doubt it." The god said, leaning back in their chair.
"Alright… I want to become the embodiment of death as my first wish.
"And I want undetermined existence from superpower wiki."
"... Alright. Though, the last one isn't really unlimited since I'm literally GOD, and can't be stopped… not even mentioning HIM."
"Who?"
"We do not speak of HIM."
"... Sure." The soul says a little weirded out. The soul pauses, taking a bit to figure out what would go good with the grim reaper motif. "I would ask for a scythe, but those are hard to use in combat. Maybe a Sword? No… Too basic. Wait… You said ANY item right?" The soul looked over to god.
"Yes… But, now I'm a bit afraid of what you are gonna do."
"I want a book that is able to copy any and ALL supernatural based powers and abilities. I can also add new powers to the book by combining or by fusing powers. The book is also soul bound so I can summon/banish it any time I want and use the abilities stored even without the book on hand. It also keeps track of any based abilities I gain on the first page…" The soul pauses, "Can it also store previous powers so I can remake them if I don't like the result of fusing them."
The god groans slouching into his chair, "You are a fucking menace… I would've left you in the endless abyss if I knew this would happen."
"Now that I think about that… Aren't you supposed to be omnipotent? Or at least nigh-omnipotent? So wouldn't you know about me?"
"... Onto your world." The god said, shifting the conversation away.
"You didn't-"
"Do you want to be put back in the abyss?" The god said, his voice was so cold that it made even the deepest and hottest parts of hell the new antarctica…
"Onto your new world! What will it be?" The god said after a good long moment of silence. The god smiles cheerfully, as if he didn't just cause hell to freeze over. The soul sweat dropped, 'Bipolar much?'
"Yeah…" The soul said with some hesitance, "High School DxD a week before Issei dies."
"Alright… Now pick between Transmigration or Intergration. Unless you want to do reincarnation."
"... Honestly forgot about Reincarnation. Though it would be too complicated for me, so what's the difference between transmigration and integrating?"
"Transmigrating is being transported into the world with no identity in the slightest. Doesn't really have any negatives or positives.
"Integrating makes you fuse with a person's soul, their body and mind becoming yours to control. The person can be anyone, from the main character to the antagonist, it is only limited by what you want, say you want to be in Kuoh Academy or The Church, you will be put into someone that works or is a student at that place. The only downside is that you don't get their memories meaning you could have hijacked a body that's a cold blooded serial killer, a devil, a devil's peerage member, maybe even a church official, or just some random mob character and not even know it. Though you do get basic knowledge for their age and lifestyle. Sometimes the integration connects to your power in some way like one guy wished for meta-possession and integrated into a ghost or some type of demon. Other times a new person is literally created and integrated into the world."
"That was… a mouthful." The soul mumbled, "Integration it is. Transmigration is the safer option, but what if I inhabit someone with Devil Heritage or even Youkai Heritage? It will be such a boost and I could be close to Yaska…" The soul grins pervertedly before snapping out of it, "Maybe integrate into a person with a sacred gear…" They mumbled to get their mind off lewd thoughts.
"Eh… Your life, I'm not gonna criticize you. Just wear a condom when doing the deed." The god said with a mocking grin.
"Shut up." The soul said, somehow with a red face. "Just integrate me already."
"Alright… Any specific qualifications for your new identity?"
"They have to be male and have pure white hair… maybe having connections to the Youkai faction"
"Well… Off you go then." The god says, pushing the soul through a portal with his wooden staff completing his wise old-man look.
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A teen sleeps in bed hugging his body-pillow. His long white hair spread out on the mattress. He has extremely pale skin almost to an unhealthy degree. Scorpion print pajamas cling to his body, revealing his toned swimmer's build. His blanket lays disheveled on the floor.
He starts to wake up, groaning all the while. "Why is it so bright… Ma… Can you turn off the lights." His eyelids blinked a bit revealing two light-green eyes.
Then as if a switch is flicked he sits up, "Ehh?" He looks around, seeing a bedroom covered in scorpion posters with some anime posters thrown in. Bookshelves line the walls full of manga, figurines, and anime dvd cases. He stares at a tank containing a large scorpion within. It stares at the teen as they stare back.
The scorpion had pitch black semi-reflective plates covering its whole body. For some reason he was able to perfectly see even if it was very early in the morning. The pinchers of the scorpion were resting but looked as if they would snap at him at any moment. The stinger was the same, but it was lightly dripping with what he can only assume to be venom. The eyes of the scorpion were as pitch black as its plate, but it wasn't reflective making it feel unnerving to stare into those hollow eyes. He felt as if he was falling into the abyss once again… when did he fall into the abyss?
"Hey…" He looks at the name on the side, "Abyssal." 'Huh… A perfect name for them considering those unnerving eyes and its pitch black coloring.'
It goes back to its business as if it was evaluating him before.
He messages his temples, "So… I've been integrated into a scorpion enthusiast… Great." Then a smile graces his lips, "At least he got some anime apparel… Can't blame a man for that"He glances at the scorpion seeing it, watching him before noticing his glance going back to its business. 'I sware it's fucking watching me…'
He shakes his head deciding to get up. He falls over seeing a then staring at the object in front of his face. Almost an inch away from his face is a scorpion's tail. He jolts up looking over to the scorpion's cage, seeing it still within the confines of its habitat.
Then as if a light-bulb went off in his head, he slowly looked down to his waist. There was a dark-green plated scorpion's tail swinging gently attached from his spine. It all made sense. The light sensitivity, the night-vision, and because he was scared from his own tail, his hands now are pincers unlike the human hands he had before.
He sits down in shock, trying to comprehend what the hell is happening.
Then the memories come flooding in. The memory of his time with god, the memory of the abyss, the basic memories of his new body, the memories of the abyss, facts about scorpions, memories of the abyss, knowledge on how to fight with his stinger… Did he mention memories of the abyss?
The teen stood straight, "I'm now Hunter Aoki or, since I'm in Japan, Aoki Hunter… That sounds so fucking werid to me as an american."
He glances over at the scorpion, who is staring at him again. "What are you looking at?" Hunter lightly glares at the scorpion.
The scorpion covers itself with sand, deciding to go to sleep before the sun rises. Hunter grimaces realizing that he has to deal with constant light exposure since he got enrolled into Kuoh Academy… Yep, he has to deal with Oppai Battery bitch and Walmart Serafall. Rias and Sona respectively.
He stares at his tail, relaxing. He's gonna have to hide it somehow… Maybe use bandages to tie to his body? Then he pauses, seeing the tail retract into his spine. He lightly grimaces from the uncomfortable feeling of his tail retracted. It feels as if strapping his tail to his back with a bunch of duck-tape and needles.
Hunter pauses, hearing chittering of mandibles. He looks over to see the scorpion out from under the sand, most likely laughing at his predicament. It immediately goes back under, feeling his gaze fix onto them.
"Alright.. Now the uniform." He says looking through his closet, finding the uniform. There folded on top of the dresser is a folded black blazer with white accents. A white long-sleeved, button-down, shirt with black vertical linings folded on top of the blazer. A black ribbon sits on top of the long-sleeved shirt. Right beside it, also folded is matching black pants with brown shoes neatly put on top.
He put on the uniform, switching out the long-sleeved shirt with a light-green hoodie.
Hunter picks up the bag, before realizing it's 5:21 and Kuoh starts at 8:30.
He sits on his bed, glaring at the laughing scorpion.
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Welp… That's it. Hope you like it, if not, fuck you this is peak-quality writing. Please review, comment, vote, whatever the fuck you want really. I don't really give a shit.
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