The Sinful War

The Start

I wake in a red room with hooks hanging from the roof. " Get up Ash." A voice said. Soon my eyes focus on a female dressed in a blood red dress. I slowly stand up and ask "where am I?" while I wait for a response I look at what I'm wearing, a black shirt with symbols on it and white jeans. I'm also wearing the mask. If I didn't have the mask I wouldn't be alive. "Hell" She finally says. Her words echo in my head, hell. "Am I dead?" I ask hoping to hear that I'm still alive, but I already know if I'm in hell then I must be dead. "Well, no but you are more than human, your a god." She says while walking to a different room. I follow her into the room, it's a nice reading place with a fireplace and a red chair. As the fire crackles she sits down and says "I'm Grace, goddess of hell. You killed a god which means you are a god. And what you do is control war. As you are the god of death. You will be sent back to earth with powers, you will be able to teleport, change any limb into anything, fly, and much more. But you need to be careful as if you are killed then you will be teleported into a dimension, basically hell for gods." Grace says. Then she snaps her fingers and a portal opens. " The world has changed a lot since your death but one thing stayed the same, the threat of war. Pick a side and help him win the war." Grace says turning to the fireplace. I, without question walk into the portal. Today I start a new life.