The scene was a dark void where a white ball of light hovered in front of an old man. The ball of light was the soul of a boy who had just died, and the old man was a mysterious being.
"I'm dead?" the soul asked.
"You're handling this very well. I've seen souls lose their minds after dying," the old man replied.
The young soul sighed. "Well, there's no point dwelling on this, so let's move on. What happens now?"
The old man explained: "Here's the thing. I will reincarnate you in a world of your choice, and you will receive three wishes as your 'cheat. Of course, there will be limits. If you exceed them, the wish will not be fulfilled and will have to be adjusted. For example, if you ask for super strength to destroy a world with one punch, it will be scaled down to destroying only a small town."
The soul pondered his words.
"What's the catch? What do you get out of reincarnating me? Are you one of those ROBs who reincarnate people for fun or to give them missions?"
'I've read a lot of fanfics where the main character suffers because of those ROBs, the soul thought.
The old man let out a tired sigh and muttered, "You're overthinking this, young man. It's just that you're in my domain without my permission or desire. I was being generous by offering you cheats and letting you customize your appearance. But if you don't want reincarnation, I can simply annihilate your soul."
The soul quickly responded: "I'm sorry for being rude. I'd like to go to the world of Supernatural, but one where all the supernatural beings-those born of light and darkness-are much stronger than in the original series. Seriously, the so-called 'nearly invincible' angels were a joke-just a bit of telekinesis and minor strength. The demons, who should be their equals, were just as pathetic."
The old man nodded. "Very well. State your wishes. If anything needs adjustment, I'll let you know."
The soul began: "First, I want to be reborn as a male Nephalem. The racial specifications are in my mind."
Nephalem are the offspring of a being of light and a being of darkness-usually an angel and a demon. I remember the powers I
designed for that online RPG, so I have a strong racial concept if he accepts, the soul thought.
The old man replied, "I accept this wish, but know that there will be weapons capable of killing you. To maintain balance, everything must have a weakness-even death itself."
The soul nodded and continued:
"For my second wish, I want the power of the Ten Commandments, but altered to my specifications.
The bearer is immune to their effects and can choose whether they affect others. Beings born of light and darkness also cannot be affected."
The old man gestured for him to proceed.
"Finally, I want the power of Minecraft's Creative Mode, including the Player Hub." This way, I'll have unlimited resources-money, potions, magic books, even the power of creation, the soul mused.
The old man agreed, "Very well, but with restrictions. You cannot spawn magical creature eggs or villagers, as that would create new souls. Other items, like the Totem of Undying, will also be removed."
The soul accepted the terms.
"Now," the old man said, "how do you wish to appear? Who shall your parents be, and in what era will you be reborn?"
The soul considered briefly. "I want my father to be Cain and my mother a Nephilim-Gabriel's daughter. Make me the same age as Dean Winchester. As for my appearance, I want to be two meters tall by age 20, with blue eyes and light brown hair. Handsome, as befits an angel's grace and a demon's allure. And, of course, a generous... package."
The old man smirked. "Very well. Your wishes are granted. Farewell -until never again."
Darkness swallowed the soul for an instant before light burst forth. He knew, then, that he was being reborn.
In a secluded forest cabin, the air was thick with tension as a woman screamed through her labor. "One more push!" the midwife urged, her voice steady amid the chaos.
At last, the cries of a newborn filled the room. "Congratulations, Mrs. Ariel. It's a boy," the midwife said, placing the infant in his mother's arms. Ariel's pain melted into radiant joy as she cradled her son.
The door burst open as a man rushed in, his eyes wild with worry.
"Is everything alright?"
The midwife smiled. "Yes. You have a healthy son and a strong wife."
Relief washed over Cain as he gazed at his family.
"Cain, I told you to stay calm," Ariel chided, exhaustion lacing her voice.
"Forgive me. It's my first time fathering a Nephalem. I've heard the births are... difficult," he admitted, his worry still raw.
The midwife cleared her throat. "Sir, your wife needs rest. Please wait outside."
Cain bristled. "Who are you to-"
Ariel touched his arm. "It's alright. I do need to rest."
Reluctantly, Cain stepped out-only to freeze. Three Throne Angels (Heaven's fourth-ranked warriors) had surrounded the cabin.
Hmph. They're hunting Nephalem... but they don't know who the parents are. Otherwise, they'd never dare. Cain's grip tightened. Good thing Ariel cast that binding spell. Without it, I might've fallen back into darkness.
Meanwhile, hidden in the treetops, three cloaked figures watched the cabin.
"Remember," their leader hissed, "kill everyone inside-angel, demon, and especially the abomination. We can't risk another incident like last time."
Cain's voice cut through the night. "You think three Throne Angels are enough to kill me and my family?"
The angels whirled, their faces paling beneath their hoods. "C-Cain?! What are you-"
"Running already?" Cain taunted.
One angel gasped as his companion's head thudded to the ground. "You were saying something about killing... who?" Cain sneered.
The last angel trembled as Cain seized his face. He tried to fight -but his body wouldn't respond. His vision tilted as he saw his own headless corpse.
Cain dropped the severed head. "Next time, send a Dominion."