For you, what comes after death? No matter what belief you follow, this is a question that will always cross everyone's mind. After all, death is the end.
But what comes after the end? The heaven many long for, or the hell everyone fears? For Liam Mason, heaven is a tale left by old men to teach others the meaning of hope. And for someone raised to be the perfect soldier, hell has always been his reality.
Created to be the 'absolute man,' he became one. But how could someone above everything, and everyone, die?
It was supposed to be just another mission to deal with invaders. But the sea that separated the two empires became the stage for one of the bloodiest battles in the five hundred years of rivalry.
A blood moon bathed the sky, while the blood of soldiers bathed the ground. Liam didn't understand how, but he was lying on a rock with a hole in his body. His entrails were almost visible.
The so-called "end of life movie" took control of Liam's mind, even with his failing vision. The death of his mother, his entry into military school, his formation and rise as the greatest general in his empire.
It was nonsense to him. What purpose would it serve? To remind him that he should repent before he left? It wouldn't work.
Even on his deathbed, there is only one question running through Liam's mind now; he has become one of the strongest men in the world, but for what? Why accumulate so much power when in the end he gave in to death?
The answer was already clear. He is a human, and death will always be the end for this race. No matter how perfect they think they are, it is a cycle.
Selfishness and the question: why want everything?
Without realizing it, he condemned himself. He entered the cycle of life again; birth, destiny and death.
In an equivalent exchange, a baby that would already be born dead would receive the soul without consciousness of someone who had not yet completed his destiny in this world.
Still unable to understand anything, unable to even see, only able to cry, a new name was given to him.
The opportunity to choose.
"Eínai agóri. Écheis skefteí to ónomá sou?" asked a woman, her robust and wrinkled appearance made her be underestimated as a kind woman, but never judge a book by its cover.
"Naí. Tha eínai o Theo!" replied Camille, a young woman with long, golden hair, while still holding her newborn son in her arms.
A drop of tears slid down her thin face, because just a few seconds ago, her son had not shown any sign of life.
"Kalós írthes mikrí yo" Were Camille's first words to her youngest son.