Darkness surrounded the Ghost. It was as of the void of space had lost all its stars.

What is this place... Where am I.... Overlord? Tempest? Anyone?

The Ghost paused a moment.

Oh right... I died. Death couldn't kill me during the fight with mom but a deal was made...

Suddenly, warmth surrounded the Ghost, not as if he was burning, but warmth as if he was being cradled.

Whose there! What's going on?

Ah good! You are finally here!

Lady Mithos?

Yes. It is me.

Oh good... wait why can I not see?

That's simple. You are still just a soul! You have yet to make a body!

MAKE A BODY?

It's not in the sense of the human concept. You tell me what it is that you would like to be and I'll make you a body for that radiant soul.

The Ghost took a moment to think, however, despite the wide variety of things he could be, he simply rebuilt the body he had. However there were a few notable exceptions...

I must ask... Why stay with a human body? And keeping the scars on your cheek, arms and hands?

It's just more so for my own mind. I got used to seeing myself as I was.

Very well. Although, I dig the white hair!

The Ghost was twenty-three, his skin had faded to pale thanks to the blasted condition of vitiligo, however, a small portion of the right side of his face had retained his African-American skin. Rather than stick with the copper colored eyes he had, he decided on a a heterochromic left golden eye and a red right eye. The Ghost was in fact the person he'd always seen himself as.

If only they could all see me now. I look damn good!

Mithos looked at the Ghost's soul. Ghost, if you wanted... I could erase your memories...

No. I want to remember. There was a saying I remembered a lot... 

"You collect scars because you want proof that you are paying for whatever sins you've committed." Said Mithos

Yes, that's the one. It also works the same with my memories. Without them, the scars mean nothing and the principles along with the lessons I've learned will mean nothing.

I see. I will leave your memories intact. Shall we move onto your skills?

I have a very specific one in mind.

Oh?

Back in my other life, I suffered from kaleidoscope vision and something within my mind I can only describe as TV Static. I want to combine the two into unique skill.

Oh my... That would be a very powerful skill and unique only to you. It would debilitate enemies the closer they are to you. That's a very good choice! Anything else?

I want to retain the strength level I had during the fight with my mother.

I see... Mithos looked at the soul with a tender sadness. That I can do. Although, you might stick out...

Why is that?

That level of strength, is enough to shatter some of the toughest enemies like glass.

I'll take it. I don't want to use it unless I have to.

Excellent! Sticking to those principles is admirable.

What else is there to do?

You need to pick a new name. I can't send you anywhere known as the Ghost of Ottawa. 

The Ghost thought for a while, struggling to pick a name for himself. However, Mithos came to the rescue.

Well, I have witnessed all of your memories. Japan seemed to interest you. Why not the last name Yūjin.

Yūjin? Meaning friend?

Yes! Now as for your first name... I thought it over. Why not take on the name of your city?

Ottawa Yūjin?

The Ghost smiled as Mithos attached his soul into the new body of Ottawa Yūjin.

Well, if you were Japanese it would be Yūjin Ottawa. Chuckled Mithos

Ottawa smiled as he looked to Mithos.

Thank you. I am honored by such a name. I am truly grateful. 

Now that you have your body, skills and name, there is one last thing we gods have decided to give you.

What is that?

Do you know what it means to "Bear A Gods Protection?"

I'm not sure.

In essence, you will have attributes that draw power from the titles we give you. For the title I give to you, it is Blessed One, my highest title I can award you.

That's... A great honor, thank you.

However.... There is another title that Death has given you.

Oh? Why do I get the feeling I should be worried?

Well... The title is...

Conqueror of Death. Said Death as he appeared before them.

Woah, what the hell is with that title Death?

You are the only mortal in your world to have ever bested me in a battle of wills. In addition, I grant you title of Ouroboros Bearer. In that, you have been marked as a powerful being, even against other races. 

What does the title mean? 

In essence.... Death rubs his skeletal skull. In life you were a people-pleaser. In death, you fought, and beat me with honor. That title gives you a set of unique skills. Go make friends and for our sakes, don't always try to please them.

Death... That was the worst answer in the history of explanations.

Ugh. Look, the Ouroboros symbolizes infinity. You bested the cycle of life and death for an.... honorable reason. That is the highest title I can give you without turning you undead.

Yea.... No thanks on all that.

I figured you'd say no to being undead. 

Anyways, good luck in your new life. Don't do anything too crazy to have us meeting again. Our next battle won't be so easy to win. 

Good, I'm looking forwards to beating you again.

Death chuckles and waves him off. Mithos fires his soul then panics.

EEP!

Eep? What the hell was that?

I-I accidently sent him to the wrong world....

YOU WHAT!? WHERE DID YOU SEND HIM?

A world in shambles. There is much pain there.

Dear fuck Mithos. How did you...

YOU AND HIM WERE SO COOL! I DIDN'T MEAN TO! I CAN'T JUST YANK HIM OUT!

No reason to. Maybe he's exactly what that world needs.