Chapter 1
Maro was pissed off, he found himself floating in an empty, timeless, void of black space. He had been conscious in this "world" for either an eternity or for half a second, he couldn't tell. He was floating around as a ball of pure light, he couldn't control anything and he couldn't even tell if he was moving… Surprisingly, Maro wasn't even angry at the fact that he was a floating ball of light, Anger was just the last emotion he felt prior to arriving here and it persisted. Was he going to be Angry for eternity or was he already angry for thousands of years?
Confused, he was piecing together the final moments of his life before he was brought here. He remembered yelling at someone and running across the street, he couldn't exactly remember why… he just felt a cold and hateful anger.
As he was pondering his immediate past, he took another glance around him, somehow he could look around despite being a wispy, ethereal figure. Maro didn't understand why he was being so casual about being a ball of light, the thought of possibly pondering this for eternity brought his attention back to his past.
Maro was born to a military Family, one of many sons, in fact his family could confirm their warrior heritage at least 6 generations in the past. He was proud… proud of his heritage, proud of his family and proud of his country. He himself served in the Japanese Defence Forces as soon as he could and then did a couple years with the Special Forces Group, he retired from the military and went on to make a lot of money working for a Japanese/American Private Military Contractor. Maro eventually aged out of doing the physical operations and became a small sales partner at a big Weapons developer back home, due to his experience.
This line of work was not conducive to a stable, family having lifestyle. Maro was a Workaholic, Alcoholic and a perpetual Playboy, by the time he did have a "regular" office job, he was too used to his habits. Besides, he never got pressured by his parents to have kids since he couldn't even remember how many brothers he had or whether he was the youngest or oldest one. Being a spirit of light, or whatever the hell he was, was really messing with his memory. He did remember what brands of liquor, wine and beer were his favourite and he definitely remembered the kind of women he liked.
Reminiscing, hundreds of women he had relations with flashed in his memory… His list was extensive to say the least. A lot of big beautiful boobs and shapely thick butts that he remembered, if he had to choose though, he was definitely an ass man. A plump, fit, shapely behind never failed to make him feel better, in fact he just remembered that he was with an extremely beautiful and expensive escort before he died.
Shit… it was coming back to him now, he was a racist. Outside of Japan, he wasn't racist, he worked with everyone, had relations with many foreign women and drank international brands. When he was home though, it just rubbed him the wrong way when foreigners didn't respect his societies rules and cultural norms, he never misbehaved or disrespected any culture when he was abroad.
Maro had just left the fancy hotel of his expensive escort and decided to walk to a bar a couple of blocks over to drink until he fell asleep but his thoughts of Japanese Whiskey were interrupted by some migrants who were drunkenly yelling at every woman walking by while breaking beer bottles on the sidewalk. Maro was pissed off, he immediately started to cross the street while yelling at the migrants to go back to their country and then he was hit and killed by a drunk driver… who also happened to be a migrant.
No wonder Maro was fuming in the void of the afterlife… goddamn migrants ruined everything, even got him killed. At the very least, he was slightly drunk and had just slept with one of the most beautiful women he was ever with. Kimiko, which wasn't her real name but damn she was fine, nice rack, fine ass and she was a former olympic athlete, he regretted not staying with her the entire night. If he knew he was gonna die he would have spent his life savings on a night with Kimiko and the finest Alcohol he could afford, Maro wouldn't have been as pissed off at the whole migrant situation then.
Ah but such is life, he had enjoyed it to the fullest, experienced some of the most extreme adrenaline-inducing military operations, he had drunk entire bars dry with his friends and experienced many beautiful women in his lifetime, enough to make popstars and famous athletes jealous… however he felt a slight sadness at the lack of his own family. It's too bad, if polygamy was legal, he probably would have had a harem of wives and a multitude of children.
His mind drifted back to time, somehow as a ball of light time was like an abstract principle it was extremely hard to grasp or measure even a second for some reason, the harder he tried the less he got it. As his mind was trying to unravel the mystery of wherever he was, an angelic voice pierced his thoughts.
"That's because time doesn't exist in the void"
Maro was trying to look at who said that, she sounded sexy, he needed to take a look.
"I'm not in the void, you can't see me… this is just a place holder realm before we reincarnate "special" souls into other realms, either as a reward or a punishment. And, guess why you are here."
Shit, Maro was trying to talk but he didn't have a mouth, he assumed he was going to get punished, He had killed a lot of people and participated in a lot of operations that if the public was made aware of, he was sure to get governments into trouble. Also he was an alcoholic and a womanizer… and he was a racist.
"I am sad you can't talk because listening to your thoughts, it's a bit disgusting, you are a deeply disturbed individual. And, you are right, you are going to be punished"
Before the deity continued, his immediate thoughts went right to being punished by a sexy, powerful deity wouldn't be so bad. It wasn't a top tier kink for him, but he had paid strong powerful women in the past to have their way with him before, at least this time he didn't have to spend money.
"I can't spend a second longer reading your thoughts, I don't even know why your soul is considered special… but I do have an idea for a fitting punishment, you are going to be sent to the most woke and liberal magical fantasy world I can think of, hopefully you can change for the better or just die permanently."
In his emotional and mental clarity from being a ball of light, the only thing he could think of was 'God damn migrants did this'