Reincarnated as Issei!

Ch. 1 Creation

   A ghost floated in an abyss of darkness. Years have passed since this spirit had originally died, and still after all this time, it stayed there, unconscious, but never dissipating.

   The darkness rippled, as someone had stepped into the abyss. This someone, was a God.

   "Ugh, that damned Hera, how many times have I told her that what's in the past is in the past. Poor Hercules, my little boy... Not to mention my daughter, Thalia. She had barely been twelve years of age when she had died... she's alive again now, and seventeen years old at that, how I don't know.", Mumbled the God, sighing as he did.

   He then noticed the floating ghost. Eyebrow arching in surprise, he leant down from his tall position, and held it in his hand. It was so small, frail, and weak, that he was amazed it hadn't dissipated out of existence.

   "How peculiar...", he said, carrying it out with him, towards a giant ensemble of clouds, rocks, towers, and temples. His home. Currently, he had some guests from other Pantheons.

   This ghost he held in his hand now, must have been a very strong spirit in the beginning, if it had only just began to deteriorate. He ought to fix that.

   Pushing the doors open, as quietly as possible, he flinched when they began to creak as loud as possible. He groaned, face palming himself for not having a more modern design.

   "ZUES, Get your little plotting ass over here, NOW.", Boomed Hera's voice from all around him. Swallowing back a retort, he hurried to the meeting room.

   There she was, the love, and bane, of his life, tapping her foot against the stone floor. Beside her were two others, Aphrodite, and Athena, where Hera was originally his sister, and the two other Goddesses his Daughters. Yeah, now that he thought of it by mortal standards, that might have been a little weird.

   Steeling his nerves, though, he regained his... 'arrogant' posture, and facial features. He can't let anyone know that his biggest weakness was his wife.

   "Yes, woman? What is it that you needed?", He asked. He immediately regretted saying that however, when her agitated face turned into an enraged one.

   "What do I need..? WHAT do I NEED?! I NEED you to stop fooling around with mortal women! Don't play dumb with me, either, or I'll throw you down into the depths of Tartarus myself!", She yelled. They had been feuding with each other for the last two thousand years, even before Hercules was born. He didn't regret that decision though, he was so proud of his little boy when he first took down a wolf, even more so later when he killed the giant lion. He did regret the fact that his son was made to murder his love and child, by Hera's controlling in the end, though.

   Zues sighed once more in his heart, but remained nonchalant on the outside.

   "Okay, woman. I understand. Now, before you rant again, I need to show you something. Alone.", He stated. His other daughters shook their heads in amazement, and left, as Hera crossed her arms.

   "Well? Out with it!", She stated impatiently. Zues brought up the soul, and her expression changed to one of confusion. "How... How is this still corporeal?I can feel that this ghost has been... Well, a ghost for the last seven years, and in the Abyss, no less??! Fascinating...", She began to mumble to herself. Zues almost smiled at hearing the old Hera he once knew, that is until she glared at him again.

   "Don't think you're off the hook, mister. We will be talking some more after this.", She stated menacingly, as Zues nodded yes ma'am quickly.

   After some time, the other Gods and Goddesses came in to witness this, as well as some who helped with their own fixes, some from the Greek pantheon, others from different ones.

   It was well after three years, that this spirit had finally began to wake. Hera wiped the sweat off of her brow as she smiled at her newest creation.
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   I feel off. What was the last thing I remember..? Strange, I can't even remember that. There are some things I can remember, but they're faded, like the dreams I once had...

   "Wake, child. Wake up. You have been asleep for a long time now.", Said a voice. Slowly, my eyes opened to a subtle light.

   Around me were what seemed to be a hundred people. Half of them I couldn't see clearly, while the others looked strange that I could see.

   One had a dog with three heads on a leash, a dark persona about his face, but he smiled a little at me when I looked at him.

  There was another one, a short petite girl, who was holding fire in her hand, not even bothered by the heat.

   There was even one resembling an adorable cat, and another, a boy who had the aura of a dog, as I took them all in.

   "What's his name?", Asked one of them. She had black, short hair, and was carrying a spear and shield.

   The giant woman that held me, lifted me up towards a reflective surface. In it, I saw a brown haired ten year old boy. His eyes glowed a soft brown, with a hint of emerald green, his form weak and frail.

   "He has no name. He will have to make that his own. However, as of now, you, and several others here, will train him to survive, and teach him things he should know. Make him feel wanted.", Said the giant woman.

   The girl slowly nodded, not saying anymore, as the giant woman placed me down in front of her. I was short, noticeably so compared to the others, though from what I could guess, I was maybe ten years old.

   "Hi there little soul! That's it, I'll call you Soul for now! My name is Hestia, and I'm the goddess of the Hearth. Come with me, I'll be your first teacher.", a girl just a few inches taller than me proclaimed, before I was taken by the hand, and led to a room with what I guessed was a hearth.

   "W... What do I do?", I asked, my voice squeaky. She took both my hands into hers, before pressing them together in hers.

   "Close your eyes, and feel my warmth. Focus on that, and transfer it to your hands.", she said, and as I closed my eyes to try, my hands felt hot, like fire, and although I wanted to pull away, I didn't. I focused, until the warmth was in the middle of my own hands, the pain subsiding after a few minutes.

   "Good, Soul, very good. Now focus on your fingertips, and push flames out from them, so you may heat up the hearth with your hands alone.", she removed her hands from mine, but the heat remained.

   So doing what she said, I focused, but it was more difficult than I thought. Straining my mind, as I felt something dripping down my nose, finally blue flames shot out from my fingers, the pain immeasurable, but I maintained it, and pressed my fingers against the hearth, where it lit on fire immediately.

   "Okay, Soul, very, very good, but stop now, you've hurt yourself!", Hestia said, but I couldn't stop, as both my arms lit on fire, a bright blue in color, and intensity. So I kept my hands on the Hearth, even as my nose bled profusely, tears pooling from my eyes.

   But for some reason, I didn't scream. So I focused again, trying to calm the flames down myself, and the only way that I could think of was to absorb them back in.

   The flames retreated very slowly, resisting me, but eventually, they receded into my hands, now sporting black fingerless gloves with a ever moving flame pattern, now no longer hurting. I felt... Good.