A white space.

One young man stood patient with a bead of sweat dripping down his cheek. Apart from the surprisingly not painful all white surroundings, he could hear booming voices around him.

All the voices sounded distorted and warped, as though they were all wearing voice modulators.

[Hey, birdbrain! How much causality do you have to spare?]

[Fucking ash-for-brains, I already told your flat charcoal ass this already! I gave Metatron all I could spare.]

[Flat?! Hey Lucifer, hold my beer. Papa Diablo's going on a rampage tonight]

[Yes father...]

[Shit. Gabriel hold down the fort for me!]

[Don't go too crazy out there Raph~]

The young man couldn't see what was going on around him, but he sure could imagine it.

Names he'd heard of in countless stories. Diablo, king of the demons. Metatron, chief of angels. Lucifer and Raphael, chiefs of their respective sides.

'What a crazy dream, must've stayed up too late reading again.'

[Ohohoho, this isn't a dream dear boy.]

"Gah! What the hell?"

Hearing a deep voice behind him, the young man turned with surprise. Only to have his eyes widened in further surprise but the giant pairs of wings that filled his view.

10 large golden wings spanned wide, stemming from a small golden wisp.

[Hello, I am Metatron]

"H-hello, I'm...I'm...ummm"

He gave a nervous wave as attempted to introduce himself to the chief angel. However, as he tried to recall his name, only blanks in his memory were showing up.

[That's quite alright. I'd be more surprised if you actually knew your name. After all, you did just die, ohohoho.]

"Huh?"

Shifting his focus, the young man realized that he couldn't recall how he'd fallen to sleep. Yet, he felt far too lucid for this to be a dream.

[Now now, I would be fine with you taking your time on any other day, but at this moment, we really must get started. Hold still!]

Before he could react to Metatron's command, numerous streams of light swirled around him, forming a cocoon like object in his place. The cocoon then shrunk, the light passing through his body as he stuck his hands out on reaction.

Finally, the light continued to grow smaller, vanishing into his chest.

[First step is done. Hey, next step I need everyone!]

Metatron's voice rung out in the white space, booming out to the unknown reaches of this place.

[Alright alright, I'm on my way.]

[Come ooooon, I was just about to grill some chicken!]

[Who you calling a chicken ya lizard?!]

[Sheesh, you Heaven and Hell folk really can't take your hands off of each other.]

[It's not that bad Dionysus. After all, it's better than Zeus' people who can't keep their hands off their own family.]

[I heard that Yggdrasil!]

Following Metatron's call, countless forms started to become visible in the white space.

The first to arrive was another wisp with 6 wings this time. Breathing little flames at the wisp was a small black dragon lined with spikes along its back. From the other side came a floating cup of wine, spilling dark red drops as it tipped back and forth. Even a little tree sapling, waddled over on its tree roots as though they were feet.

Soon the vast space filled with more objects and creatures that all alluded to some myth or legend. Yet, as more and more gathered, the young man at the center could only continue wondering.

'Why?'

[To put it simply, you died. Wait, I already said that. Hmmm.]

Another voice chimed in after Metatron, this time from a floating book, that turned its pages as it talked.

[From your history, it would appear that you died at the start of your world being invaded. You were the first to die, and luckily for you and us, we managed to get your soul.]

"Invasion?"

He couldn't even remember dying, yet suddenly he was wrapped up in a conspiracy? Only to end up surrounded by gods in this dream-like place?

The young man's thoughts raced as he fruitlessly tried to understand. However, another voice interrupted his thoughts.

[It's those damn immortals. These ones were opening gates to make a "tower novel" on your world. You happened to be where the gate opened, and when it split you in two, you soul warped dimensions to us.]

A little imp jumped onto the man's shoulder as it spoke.

"That's how I died?!"

[Yeah, but now that you're here, you can help us with our plan.]

[Let me explain it from here, Satan.]

This time a small purple flame floated over.

[Hi, I'm Prometheus. We need you for setting a balance with the immortals.]

"What are immortals in this case?"

[Good question! Unlike the way your planet used "immortal" to refer to anything that either live forever or can't die, we use "immortals" to refer to a specific race.]

Prometheus' flame burned a little hotter as it spoke about immortals.

[The immortals break the balance of the world and go crazy once they've lived over a 1,000 years. Now they even have a multi-universal communication system called the "internet", where they re-enact stories from their home world using other planets.]

"So why am I important?"

[Well that's the thing. You're human!]

The young man was left with a dumbfounded face. Metatron spoke up once more to clear the human's mind.

[That's really all. Only humans are able to partake in the system immortals use.]

All of a sudden, a blackboard diagramming Metatron's words appeared.

[All immortals start as humans, absorb their planet's energy, and then break the planetary boundary becoming an immortal. But only humans are can gain access to Akasha's systems.]

"Are you asking me to be an immortal?"

[Yes and no. There are immortals who are amicable to us. However, we desire to rebalance the whole system. We want you to become a god among immortals, so we're bestowing our power upon you.]

"Aren't you afraid that I could turn out the same?"

[It's a risk we're willing to take. We're all gods who have lost our worlds to immortals. Our power is limited, but combining these fragments is our last chance. Plus, we've already committed ourselves to this last act.]

"But."

[No more but's! Now "heads" or "tails"?]

"Heads?"

[You heard him! LET'S GO EVERYBODY, HUSTLE UP!]

Immediately as Metatron rallied, all the divine beings around began to swarm into a single file line. Metatron's wings grabbed the man's mouth, and unbelievably widened it for that giant mass to funnel into.

After an unbearable amount of time, accompanied by muffled screaming from the young man, all but Metatron vanished into the widely agape mouth. Metatron then floated up to the entrance of the mouth.

[Good luck kid. Don't take too long reaching the top.]

As Metatron went down, its wings seemed to pull in all of the white space as well. All the light pulled into the young man, like a sheet being pulled off of a table.

Then, it was all black.