Capítulo 1: Chapter 1: Rebirth
As a child, Ezra always wanted to know what happens to people after they die. He always heard people say that there was life after death and that everyone would be judged according to their actions in the world.
Then there were those who believed that there was no such thing as life after death. They claimed that the human soul would be stuck in a state of oblivion waiting for a chance to be reborn, depending on how unsatisfied they were with their deaths.
It was hard to tell which one was actually true, since there weren't really any facts to back up their claims, but he leaned more toward the latter because the idea of getting reborn some day after death sounded more pleasant to him when compared to getting punished for something as simple as telling a white lie at least.
That was the main reason why he was confused when he found himself floating in a dark space with no direction, an astral plane of some sort.
"A state of oblivion, huh? Well, I seem to be very aware of myself." He muttered. "Does this mean the judgment group was right? No, it's not that either, looks like both were wrong." He added with his gaze on the mirror currently floating in front of him.
Dark hair, blue eyes, and a nice symmetrical face with a slender but healthy build.
He wasn't one to use the mirror that much, but looking at his image now, he had the same thought he had, the exact thought he used to have whenever he looked in a mirror.
"I really am the spitting image of my mother."
As if acting as a trigger, the mirror suddenly turned to the red bracelet he always had on his wrist.
Instinctively, he turned to his wrist to see if the bracelet was there, and it wasn't there.
"I don't understand, things like this aren't supposed to follow me here, so why?"
He came to that conclusion after finding out that he had been stripped of his clothes, so seeing the bracelet didn't make any sense to him.
The bracelet suddenly began to grow very brightly, temporarily blinding him in the process before exploding, leaving something that looked like a splatter of blood in front of him.
"Huh? What just happened?" He muttered before slowly opening his eyes.
He expected something like that to drop to the floor if there was a floor there, but it was like it was plastered on some kind of wall.
"Huh? Blood?"
He slowly reached for it to see if it was actually blood, but before he could touch it, something suddenly popped up right on the same spot, forcing him to quickly pull his hand back.
Something he would only describe as some kind of system message.
[ System awakening: 15% ]
[ Transferring consciousness to new life ]
[ Process initiated ]
Before he could process what was going on and ask the question he wanted to ask, his surroundings suddenly changed, and he found himself in a different place, not just any different place, but back in the real world.
He was wrapped up in warm clothing and was sitting comfortably in the arms of a woman.
"Huh?"
He tried to move his limbs and get up, but they were only able to produce very little compared to what he was trying to put in and when he tried to say something, his words came out as little incomprehensible mutters.
That was when he realized it.
"Oh, are you trying to say something already, Pookie Bear?"
He felt the woman holding him touch his nose at that moment and that was when he looked up at her to have his breath taken away.
'She looks just like…..mother.'
He wasn't exaggerating, a familiar face stared down at him, her silver hair cascading down her back like a river of moonlight, its gentle waves framing her serene face. Her blue eyes were warm and comforting as a summer sky shone with deep love and devotion as she stared at the precious bundle in her arms.
The only notable difference between the woman holding him and the mother he remembered was their hair. She had sliver hair in contrast to the dark hair he remembered.
'Mother?'
That was what he wanted to say, but what came out instead sounded a bit different.
"Ma….ma."
"Did I hear that right?" She gasped before leaning closer to her child. "You've already learned to say mama, you seem to be growing fast big boy." She smiled before lightly touching his nose with hers.
'I see, so I've been reborn and this appears to be my new mother, who would have thought that she'd end up looking like my old one?'
The door was suddenly pushed open at that moment as a young man with a small rectangular bag in his hand slowly walked into his room, his steps as gentle as a breeze as he was assuming the child was asleep.
"Oh, hey honey." The mother said before turning to the man with a smile.
'Honey? Her husband?'
"Hey, honey." He responded before he made his way over to the bed and pressed his lips against hers.
"You won't believe this, but Neo seems to have already learned how to say, mama." She disclosed, sounding quite excited.
'Neo, so that's my new name.'
"Is that so?" He replied before turning to his son, an intriguing look on his face.
With the way his current mother looked, he expected the man to look like his former father, but that didn't seem to be the case, he looked different, a bit more handsome than the man he murdered, but none of that really made any difference.
He hated him by instinct as soon as he set his gaze on him.
"Well, you two shouldn't leave me behind, that's not fair." The father uttered before leaning closer to his son, pushing off the path of the cloth covering his body a little in the process. "Say papa, Neo."
The response he got wasn't exactly what he expected, the tiny thing in between Neo's legs quickly shifted up at that moment and while his father's mouth was open, he shot in a jet stream of purified water in there.
That really surprised the man as he quickly pushed back with his hand covering his mouth, a bewildered expression on his face.
He turned to Neo, who was laughing happily now while clapping his hand, before turning to his wife, who was trying really hard to stifle her laughter, but after a while, she let it loose.
"Neo, your father's mouth isn't the bathroom." She chuckled. "Sorry, dear, but I can't help it." She added before turning to her husband.
"It's okay, I'll go wash my mouth." He managed to respond before quickly rushing out of the room.
Meanwhile, Neo was still laughing and clapping.
"Well, you seem to be proud of what you just did, that's not a nice thing to be proud of, naughty boy."
'I wish I had been able to do something like that to my scumbag father, so he'll have to get it in case he turns out to be another scumbag.'
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