Weasley woke up to a strange feeling.
It was warm, like a wet goo that spread throughout his body, covering every inch of his skin in a slimy exoskeleton.
He could feel the jelly like substance encompassing his feet, his hands. It's warmth spreading from his head to down to his nether regions as it parted ways, one side down his legs to his toes while the other warming up his buttcheeks and up his a-
….You get the idea.
Anyway, Weasley didn't seem to care. Or maybe he couldn't. His mind was so foggy. 'What was I doing? What is happening?'
It was dark, but he could hear voices around him. Someone was speaking but he couldn't seem to make up out what it was.' Where was it coming from? Mom always told me to pay attention when someone was speaking. '
His thoughts were so scattered, it was like someone had taken his brain and dunked it into a washing machine cranked up to full speed.
Then his surroundings changed.
The images weren't clear but it was probably because he wasn't in the state of mind to perceive them anyway
Weasley rotated in his slimy slime bubble, looking at the scene around him.
'Ooh, Shiny' he thought.
Weasley was in a giant hall. The massive ceiling above him was held up by countless pillars, its walls shining an illustrious gold. The surroundings were bright, allowing Weasley to get a clear view of almost everything around him.
Gathered in the hall were some figures who were surrounded by a multi coloured parade of an innumerable number of wisps. Weasley felt put off slightly by them but since they didn't seem hostile, he gradually adapted to their presence.
Weasley turned to the figures standing around him, his eyes shooting open in suprise as he did so.
These people were huge! Like skyscraper huge!
One of them looked female, the other he wasn't sure. Both had hair long enough such that it would cascade down to their waist if let loose so it made it harder for him to differentiate since he make out their features.
However, there was one difference between the two. A big one at that.
It was boobs. Massive, ginormous boobs that erupted from the chest of the female figure and looked like they were going to spill out of her dress at any moment.
As if their size didn't make them conspicuous enough, they also jiggled around madly whenever the figure moved so it wasn't that hard to spot.
The other figure was closer and was flat as a chopping board. It was significantly taller than the other figure and bigger in terms of physique. It's arms and legs were also more defined than the feminine figure who was talking to it.
Its hair was tied back into a ponytail, placing the intricate weaving of the thick dark mane on full display. Its skin was a shade of copper, intensifying the its muscular frame.
Unless he was gay, this dude was a guy.
The last figure in the hall was further away from Weasley and was plopped down watching the other two characters.
It might have been the distance between the two of them but weasley felt that somehow, the distortion of his senses was heavier when it came to this person.
The person was wearing an elegant green robe that fanned out around him as he sat on the top of a flight of stairs, one leg drawn up to his chest while the other spread outwards.
He watched the other two figures with interest.
Suddenly, he could hear the voices more clearly. Maybe the people were talking louder now? Who where they anyway?
Questions swirled inside Weasley's head but in his half vegetative state,he could neither answer them nor perceive the drama that was unfolding. "NO! It's my turn! Why do YOU ALWAYS GET PRIORITY?!!"
The walls of the celestial grove trembled.
" Can you pleaseeeeee not act like a spoil ignorant brat for once in your damn life YOU STUPID BITCH!?"
The walls trembled again.
" SPOILED? You're one to talk! How many servants do you have already HUH? WHATS ONE MORE TO YOU?!"
"OH YEAH? Unlike somebody, I actually NEED them! Who's the one who always gets his jobs done. Who's the one that does more work? HUH??"
The male figured whirled around as if looking for something before spotting Weasley and pointing to him.
"Look at that you idiot! Exactly my point! You sent him down there with only half his soul!! Look at the FUCKING MESS!!!" The male god, Rias, shouted at his sister in rage." You fucked up even with a blue! A FREAKING BLUE!" Pointing towards Weasley.
" I'm blue??"Weasley thought in confusion
" THATS BECAUSE YOU NEVER GAVE ME A CHANCE TO DO ANYTHING! " the goddess screamed
"I GAVE YOU PLENTY!"
"NO YOU DIDN'T!!"
"YES I -"
"ENOUGH!!!"
A commanding voice broke through the shouting, grabbing the attention of the two bickering gods.
The god that was sitting down stood up. 'He wasn't that much taller than the other two' Weasley thought silently. But any idiot could tell that he was the head honcho.
The god heaved a sigh. He had had enough of this stupid yelling. "Since neither of you could decide amongst yourself, I'm going to keep the celestial spark."
"But father I- " the siblings protested
The god they called father glared that them, his divine will enforcing an indescribable pressure upon the two younger deities. They dropped to their knees, their protests dying in their throats.
" You both have neglected your duties for too long" The god's voice was frosty cold
" Laila, you shall handle those to be sent to purgatory and those who wish for rest. Rias, you jobs will be to handle those who shall join the cycle of reincarnation." the god ordered sternly. He like a father handing out chores to his misbehaving children. Except that he actually was.
" we shall save this argument for another time."
Weasley felt himself levitating towards to the male figure. To outside lookers, he was a wisp, one emitting a blue ish hue amongst a rainbow coloured swarm of other wisps that tailed Rias as he left the hall.
He was going to be reincarnated!
The process was complex and arduous but for the god it was just tedious laundry work.
The process started by first "scrubbing" the souls of any residual memories within, giving them a fresh start in a new world. The souls were then sent to a designated world of a difficulty matching their level.
Just like scrubbing clothes and hanging them out to dry,
However, it had an extra step to it. The souls had different colours which determined its rarity and strength. Both of them progressed linearly meaning that if the soul was rarer, it was likely stronger as well. And vice versa.
The souls ranged from dark purple to blue to forest green to lemonade yellow to sun orange to brick red.
Souls in the lower half of spectrum were either reincarnated in lower level worlds that followed the same scaling or went to purgatory if they had committed sins. Few chose eternal rest as fate still had much in store for them.
Red souls on the or the other hand were much rarer and reincarnated in harder worlds with great talents to facilitate their development. They were basically those shonen MCs who broke every law of common sense and physics to solo their entire verse.
The colours also depended on two conditions.
The first was the age of the soul. Souls created within the last 100 years were usually purple with the occasional one being blue while souls born at the genesis of creation were usually red or at least orange.
However, why would the gods bother so much about souls? Simple. Because they could potentially become new gods.
Red souls, dubbed celestial sparks were souls which were on the cusp of becoming gods. Given time and given that they chose to do so, they would naturally ascend to godhood.
However, it was much more common for them to be taken in by another god and nurtured as this allowed the god born from the sapling to be far more powerful.
Most gods would then bind these young gods to servitude for about a thousand years as repayment for their help. This was usually a predetermined factor and the new gods were often pretty happy with the arrangement as well. What was a thousand years compared to eternity as a powerful god that had backing and connections to a even stronger god?
For the gods that took in the souls to nurture, this meant a personal handyman to cater to all their wimps and on whom they could dump their official duties on! They wouldn't have to worry about anything in the universe for a thousand years!
Needless to say however that celestial sparks were extremely rare. Most souls that were that old would usually have had enough of life by the time they turned orange and would choose eternal rest instead.
The second condition for the a soul to change colour was not in fact a natural occurrence but rather by accident. It was basically the shortcut to getting a power soul.
A singularity vortex.
Singularity vortexes were natural phenomena, caused by rifts created in space and time. Since they were made from the fabric of the universe, they were attracted to other objects that were made of the same material as well.
Namely, souls.
Once in a while, these singularity vortexes could just pop into existence in places densely populated by souls and start sucking them up. Strangely, only souls were attracted to these vortexes but not any other materials within the confines of the physical and spiritual world.
If this occurs, the souls could be deposited into worlds far beyond their capabilities. Two scenarios would play out from here.
One, where the soul would either not be able to successfully nourish an individual's new body and thus leaving effects similar to that of a fragmented soul. This would causing the individual to grow up weak and sickly or simply not endowing the individual with enough favourable traits to survive in the new world.
However, in the rare case that the individual is sufficiently endowed to be able to survive and thrive in this world, essentially jumping levels, their souls could stand to grow at an exponentially faster rate.
It was rare but it did happen.
Weasley looked up. The giant face of the god known as Rias loomed above him.
It was finally his turn
The god's hand moved in, glowing with energy.
Then it stopped, a mere inch away.
Rias looked at the flickering wisp in his hand and he grimaced.The soul was obviously fractured, the handiwork of his idiotic sister. He was just about to mend it and send it away before something caught his eye.
Rias focused his power, his giant eyes narrowing into equally giant silts as he stared into the memories of the soul in his hand. It was obviously quite young and not all that strong, being only a blue but Rias sensed potential in this one.
His face quickly fell, the memories of the soul running through his giant brain.
"Ah…. Ouch…..damn… "
Rias wasn't a heartless god. He knew how suffering felt like and he knew that this boy went through was a result of being sent to earth with a fractured soul which impeded the natural growth of his physical body.
And to top it off, it had been his sister's fault.
But that meant that it was partially his fault as well.
"He had to make it right!"
Rias brought his finger to his lips, tapping it against against his lower lip as he pondered how to make it up to this poor soul that was basically collateral damage in one of his sister's antics.
" How about this" the god pondered aloud." I will send you to a world where you can live an easy life. I'll give you my blessing as well so you'll have a bit more luck than normal . I'd say that you will be born into a wealthy loving family. Your intelligence and aptitude for certain things will be higher than average as well. It's not exactly a cheat but you'll be smart, rich and happy. How's that?"
The little wisp in his palm didn't respond but Rias had expected that.
The god shrugged. He tapped Weasley twice in quick succession, his hands moving in a series of complex movements. A shower of sparks erupted from the points of contact, giving Weasley his blessing and mending his soul simultaneously.
" Now, about those memories"
Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine.
Rias dropped Weasley's soul like it was hot, whirling around and drawing a giant katana from thin air. Power erupted from his body, the sheer amount of the energy displaced radiating shockwaves through the grove.
" Who's there!?"
The chill hasn't stopped but now Rias could see what was happening and his face instantly paled.
" A singularity! And a big one!"
These vortexes could appear anywhere so Rias wasn't too surprised by the fact that it had appeared in his home.
He turned around, grabbing as many souls as he could in his hands before exploding off the ground into the air and away from the vortex.
Turning around, he grimaced as he saw over 60% of the souls he had been entrusted with reincarnating get sucked into the vortex.
It wasn't like he could do anything though. Sure he was a god, but even gods were helpless in front some laws of nature. Eventually, the vortex would die down.
As he watched the last of the souls slip away and the singularity finally close, he wondered.
'where's that soul I was just holding?'