Dying Wasn't So Bad (oc x highschool DXD)

And So It Begins

Well then, this was certainly not what I expected when I pictured what my death would look like.

Now, why would I think of dying, I hear you ask? It's rather unavoidable to think of death, especially, when you're a seventeen-year-old reaching the charming ass-crack of three am. The not-so-accidental consumption of copious amounts of sugar, followed by a half-hearted and an admittedly rather futile attempt to fall asleep may or may not have been the catalyst, but I digress.

So where did you die, oh charming narrator-- you might be wondering. And do pray tell, what could have possibly precipitated your tragic demise? Specific details aren't important, I wouldn't want to alienate any of you other dead fuckers by not being relatable enough, am I right? Just fill in the blanks if you are nit-picky, the basics were this: an empty hospital room, rather boring, a certain virus.

Not the most exciting, I know, but hey Fate's a bitch and she ran out of creativity, so what can you do? I guess lying would be on the table, but I would never betray you like that, dear reader.

The one truly horrifying detail that I actually do not mind providing was the hospital's lack of WiFi. It's preposterous. It's not like I was asking for an arcade or a carnival. Surely they could have provided some sort of entertainment. Did they want me to die of boredom instead of the disease that shall remain nameless? Cause I was pretty close to doing just that.

Now I always believed that once you die, that's it. You are gone forever, so long and farewell and thanks for all the fish. Your flesh rots, your bones turn to dust, or, if you happen to be buried in a bog, you become a museum piece thousands of years later to be gawked at by tourists until the sun explodes and then even your earthly remains turn back to the stardust they once began as. No void, no light at the end of a tunnel, and certainly no afterlife.

Following said philosophy never made me fear death. Why fear the unavoidable? It's a waste of time. No, death was not a fear of mine, but pain certainly was. While the thought of dying never particularly scared me, the thought of dying a slow and agonising death was a different matter altogether. Yes, one could say it wasn't something I was particularly eager to experience, to put it mildly.

Oh my, I have yet to introduce myself, haven't I? Well, there is actually no need as of right now because my name ended up changing anyways and as Billy Shakes once said, 'What's in a name?' am I right?

And I was wrong. Oh, so wrong to doubt the existence of an afterlife.

Here we are, at the beginning (or the end, depending on how you look at things I suppose). I found myself looking at something. Something that I was quite honestly both excited, and horrified to see in front of me. I bet you're all sitting at the edge of your seats waiting with bated breath to find out what's going to happen. Well, I won't be keeping you all in suspense for much longer.

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A screen. I was dazedly facing a bright screen, floating in a void. Huh. It was simultaneously terribly familiar and also overwhelmingly bizarre.

Now you may not have known this, but I have in fact played quite a few video games and watched quite a bit of anime as any cultured fellow would, of course. (What do you take me for? Chopped liver? A functional member of society?)

And to go along with those hobbies, of course, I had inevitably become very well-acquainted with this truly wonderful thing called fan fiction. Actually, some of it was less than pleasant. I am not here to kink-shame anyone, lord knows I'm not one to judge, but guys (and girls and non-binary pals), there are limits to the human tolerance for mind-boggling depravity. Did I digress once more? Oops.