The Reborn God

Chapter 1: Reborn

"Why, why did you do this to me my love?" said a tall muscular man who most would consider flawless. He had pitch black hair, and stunning red eyes that could make someone's blood freeze. He was 6"8' and his skin was pale.

"Because my love, I'm tired of pretending to love you." said a slender woman who most would consider flawless. She spat love as if it was a deadly poison in her mouth. She had blonde hair that flowed like a waterfall and bright glowing white eyes. She had a body that most would definitely die for.

The woman then stabbed him in the chest with a dagger that seemingly appeared in her hand. "For I do not care that you betrayed me, for I will always love you, Order." He could swear he saw some sadness in her eyes, but his vision the faded to black.

He then woke up in a pure white room. Hm, this doesn't look like the void. "Hello Joseph Icarus Achilles, how are you?" "Who are you, and what do you want?" Suddenly a completely white (Not racist) figure appeared in front of him. As the room was white he could just barely see the outline of him. "Oh, sorry." The room then changed to black so he could clearly see him. He looked like a person with no facial features except for a mouth. "Hi, I'm God." How did I respond to that, like a genius. "Oh, that's nice, so are you a primordial or something, like me?" "No Joseph, I am God, the creator of everything. You are in fact a person I created as a clone of myself with equal if not more power than even I, as this room is your domain. If you really wanted to, you could probably overthrow me here and now." Well I mean as cool as it would be to say you killed a completely omnipotent being I said "Nah, I think your probably a lot better at this than I am anyway." "See, this is why your my favorite creation, your kind, loyal, caring, yet powerful, sadistic, and merciless all in one. Your the closest I have ever been to creating a perfect being. You are after all, the personification of death. Something that gods and demons alike cannot control. It is neutral, it takes the lives of anyone and everyone regardless of who they are. You the Grim Reaper. Anyway since you have died, I am here to transport you to a different world, as, well you can't die and you can't go back to your previous one either." Being the smart person I am I said"Ok then." "Now then, though you are a god of everything, I will help you Max out your power in something  that you don't already have maxed out in power." Three boxes suddenly appeared in front of me. "Now Joseph, pick carefully, your stay may depend on it." I then chose box...

Ok guys leave in the comments which box he should pick. Shout out to Royal1ALfheim as I got the inspiration to write this from his awesome story Spectral Regalia. Vote, Comment, Follow. This has been Angellucifer135, peace out. 544 words.