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Death was fickle for the reincarnated man, his previous name...well its not important now is it? He couldn't remember it even though he had tried hard to, he couldn't really remember the attachments he had to his previous world, not his love ones--nothing...He remembers certain events, such as tv shows, movies and a lot more---but nothing so serious that he would miss his old universe.
Dying....well it did hurt, but just in a blink of his eye, it was over, his body felt strange, it felt powerful, his eyes glazed over the strange room he was in, it was like he was in a center of a large shrine. His eyes had finally landed on the people who were, bowing completely, they were all women dressed in red, said nothing as they bowed before him....he had duly noted he was emitting a powerful light from his body, that lit up the room.
Slowly he stepped down from the steps of the shrine, he honestly really wanted the light to stop emitting from his body because it was getting annoying. Slowly he looked at his hands, to see them--glowing? Oh yea no...He honestly wanted this to be some type of dream, I mean he hoped it was some type of dream, because everything that was happening was so---confusing.
He imagined his body to be--normal, instead of having an eyesore type of glowing look. His face contorted into one of glee as he opened his eyes to see his hands back to normal--no not even that was normal, he had muscles-did his other body look like that? He can't remember, anything about his features in his last life.
But one problem was he realized he was...bare butt naked, in front of all these bowing---women? "Excuse me? May I please get something to cover up with?" His voice was gruff and held power, even though he was asking politely, it was completely booming.
One of the red priestess witches stood up gracefully, her face cold as she nodded her head. Then went off to grab something. "Where am I?" He asked, one of the woman speaking, "Lord Of Light, The Great Red God: You are currently residing in one of your many temples, we live to serve you my lord." She spoke, hanging her head low to not dare meet his gaze.
The red priestess who had left to get clothes, had quickly returned with a set of multiple robes. He seemed to be in thought at those words, as he took the clothes and began to dress himself, "I am...R'hllor?" It seemed like a question, as the priestess replied with a simple yes.
R'hllor, he shall go by that name now, he decided, since he couldn't remember his last. Raising his hand, he pointed towards the non-lit torches in the room, focusing, as they lit aflame, one by one.
"All of you rise," He uttered watching closely as they abided by his command, he wanted to ask them little questions as possible, if they had questioned who he was, that would stir up a problem. R'hllor let out a deep breath of air, trying to think of what he will do, in a situation like this.
He began to walk, out of the temple, to notice that it was in a rather booming area, "Are we currently in Essos...?" R'hllor asked, if he was truly in the franchise of a song of ice and fire, this place wasn't Westeros since slavery was outlawed, and he saw many women, children and a lot more others alike, wearing collars and chains, some going about there business while others getting beaten or scolded.
Eyes had been drawn to the temple, to R'hllor, his white haired being stared at in awe, as it felt perfectly against it well built frame. Just by this he could also tell which timeline it was, somewhere between Robert Baratheon's rule or Joffrey's.
Four red priestess, had stepped out of the temple with him, by his side, glaring at the people for not realizing greatness and bowing before the god. "You should not let the common scum, gaze upon your glory." One chimed up, gaining the courage to speak to the deity.
"Be quiet, you are interrupting my thinking." R'hllor stated without a second thought, causing the red priestess to be silent once more, her 'sisters' giving her a stare as if to say, 'only speak unless spoken to,'
After overseeing the surrounding area's of the temple, and receiving multiple waves of whispers about himself, he retreated back inside the temple, what exactly was his goal? Did he have a purpose?
Well to be truthful, he didn't give a flying fuck, he was reincarnated as a god, he can do whatever he wanted to? What was it that he wanted to do? Well, to be honestly truthful--He wanted to meet the characters, he wanted to fuck up the plot, just for the simple hell of it.
Oh...this was going to be fun.
Mc Looks like: Henry Cavill (Picture as reference, but imagine his hair all the way to his waist)
