The day was like every other day working at the hotel.
"Is the silverware polished yet?"
"Go ahead and put the food out!"
"Guests arrive in thirty minutes!"
The bustling chaotic atmosphere of the banquet setup before the party starts echoed throughout the entire room. Servers were readying their stations. Cooks were finalizing the dishes. Managers were discussing the last minute changes.
There wasn't a still moment.
Everyone was in motion, running around, as if we had hit a strange flow where things were moving somewhat smoothly… somewhat…
"Watch out!!"
One of the large food warmers wheels unlocked itself and started rolling down the hall. Heavy with chafing pans full of food, no one was able to stop it fast enough before Marisabel was caught in its line of fire.
"Hurry! Someone get the first aid kit!"
Gasps and screams were heard in the kitchen as everyone now surrounds the young hispanic woman who lays semi-conscious on the floor under the huge warmer slowly being burned by the hot metal walls.
"Ready! One! Two! Three!"
The grunts of the men trying to lift the food warmer off of the woman were just as loud as the women who were scrambling to find the first aid kit.
"Yo… I don't think a first aid kit is gonna do it, man.."
What could have easily been mistaken as sauce around her body was actually blood pooling from the back of her head. The fading woman tries to say something but only whispers escapes her lips.
"You! Call 911! Tell them to send an ambulance immediately!"
"Come on, Mary! Stay with us!"
The woman opens her eyes just enough to see blurry faces through her curly black hair. She can't see anything without her glasses, but she can recognize the voices talking around her.
Giving up, Marisabel closes her.
—
"Well, that was one heck of a way to die," a voice comments.
Realizing that she can open her eyes, the woman looks around and finds herself in a space of white.
"Aren't I supposed to be dead?" she asks, still scoping out her surroundings.
Seated in front of her, the being pours her a cup of coffee and sets a bowl of sugar and cup of creamer next to her cup. "You are," he plainly answers as he scoops some sugar out of his own bowl. "You died due to a concussion from hitting your head on the ground along with the food warmer landing on top of you."
"Is this what they call purgatory?" Marisabel asks as she accepts her fate and starts preparing her own coffee.
The being laughs in amusement at her comment. "You seem pretty calm for someone who has just died. And to answer your question, no, this isn't purgatory."
Marisabel gently swoops her curls behind her ear before taking a sip of her milky coffee. "I don't like to dwell too much on what I can't change. I understand that I died. I'm assuming that you are probably god or one of his angels. I just wonder now why I haven't been sent to where I'm supposed to be going."
"You mean to either Heaven or Hell, right?" The being rhetorically pries. "I am not a god in your world, per se. I am the God of Creation for another world. Your version of god and I made an agreement that I could have a person of my choosing that could help out my world. And I chose you."
"So you killed me?"
"No, no, no," the God of Creation chuckles, almost spitting out his coffee. "When a person from your world dies, I can decide if I want them. I don't have the ability to kill off people from your world since it's not mine to govern. When I saw your soul, I knew it had to be you."
"What do you mean by that? How did my soul look to you compared to everyone else that had died before me?"
The God of Creation waves his hand next to him and creates a cloud doll of Marisabel. "This is what you look like to everyone, correct?"
The young woman stares at the doll as if examining it. "I think I have a bigger butt than that. You made me flat as a board."
Pushing Marisabel back into her spot, the God of Creation lets out an exasperated sigh. "Asides from your comment, it pretty much looks like you, right?"
"More or less."
The God of Creation closes his hand then opens it back up, revealing a light. "Your soul looks like this. Pure white. With its fair share of blemishes, of course."
"I don't like how that sounded," Marisabel grumbles, annoyed.
The being waves off the light and picks up his cup. "Regardless of how it sounded, your light was the purest one from an adult that I had ever seen. Most adults' lights had already changed colors by the time they reached eighteen, but despite being twenty-three, your light is still pure white."
"And what does that mean exactly?"
"It means that you aren't someone who is easily swayed. You stick by your beliefs and aren't influenced easily by those around you. It shows that you are also kind and patient with people. With a heart of servitude."
Marisabel looks down at herself. "I don't think that's completely true. I am a pretty mean person. I only think about myself and use others for my own benefit."
"That part is also true. They represent the blemishes on your light. However, your main color is pure. Those parts of you are just what makes you a bit unique. Kind of like how in your world angels are all white but not all angels have a kind personality."
With a small sigh, Marisabel crosses her arms and stares up at the being. "And then? What is this reason that you have chosen me for?"
"My world is in danger from its own humans. They have become selfish, thinking that the other races shouldn't exist. There are still some who coexist with the other races, but it's not many."
"What do you mean by other races?"
Once again, the being waves his hand in the air and shows the woman small glimpses into the being's world.
"The world of Eureka is one of magic and fantasy to put it simply. Humans aren't the only intellectual beings that live there. Demihumans, monsters, and beastkins exist throughout. Magic is pretty normal to see; although, not everyone has the capability for it."
The God of Creation takes a sip of his coffee and then points his finger at Marisabel. "You will be reincarnated into this world just as you are but with some buffs."
"I get to have magic?!" the more than excited woman shouts as she jumps up.
Stunned from her reaction, the God of Creation lets out a boisterous laugh that shakes the space they are in, causing Marisabel to fall back into her seat.
"Yes, Child, you get to have magic. However, you must use it wisely."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Your life depends on whether or not you fulfill your role," he answers in a more serious tone. "You are not someone who is originally of my world which means that I can take you out of it just as easily as I put you in it. So don't be going around doing things to disrupt it negatively."
Taken aback by the change in atmosphere, Marisabel calms down and clears her throat.
Noticing her paying more attention, the God of Creation swipes his finger up and reveals the woman's stats.
[Marisabel Alvarado de la Cruz]
[Nickname: Mary ]
[Age: 26 years old ]
[Occupation: Saintess]
[Magical Aptitude: ]
[ - Water: SS ]
[ - Fire: A ]
[ - Earth: B ]
[ - Wind: S ]
[ - Dark: A ]
[ - Light: SSS ]
[Skills: Mana Control, Status Effect Management, Appraisal]
[Stats Level ]
[STR (Strength): 999 (MAX) ]
[END (Endurance): 850 ]
[DEX (Dexterity): 620 ]
[HOL (Holy Affinity): 999 (MAX) ]
[HOSP (Hospitality): 1000 (Unique Stat) ]
[MED (Medicine): 780 ]
[CHA (Charisma): 720 ]
[COMBAT: 150 ]
"Oi… what's with these overpowering stats?!" Marisabel shouts, freaking out. "And what with this occupation?! Saintess?! Me?! Really?!"
"You are being sent to my world to fix it, Child," the God of Creation replies. "Now, how you fix it is up to you. You can use your powers how you see fit as long as you don't negatively impact my world because I will kill you off if I see that I have chosen the wrong person."
"Y-yes sir," Marisabel meekly answers as she shrinks in her chair.
Shaking his head, the God of Creation stands up and walks over to the woman. He places his hand on top of her head and gives it a light tussle. "I expect great things from you, Mary. Don't let me down."
Before the woman can say anything, the God of Creation envelops her in a yellow glow then transports her into a forested area, surrounded by nothing but nature.
Mary checks out her surroundings and finds a small lake, so she heads over in order to see if the God of Creation actually sent her down and it isn't just a dream. Leaning over the edge, she sees her reflect.
"I still look like me," she chuckles to herself, almost in disbelief. Glancing at the rest of her body, she notices that her clothes are different. A short white silk dress adorns her body with gold embroidery decorating the edges. While barefooted, gold anklets rest atop her feet. Earrings shining like diamonds dangle from her ears, and a flower crown sits on her head.
"Oi… oi, oi, oi! ARE YOU TRYING TO GET ME KIDNAPPED?!" the woman yells at the sky. She takes a long sigh then falls backwards onto the ground. "He's really hitting it hard with the whole 'Saintess' thing."
As she sits in the silence trying to figure out what to do next, a rustle in the bushes next to her startles her. Not sure what to do, she grabs a nearby stick and throws it at the bush.
"Ow!" shouts a soft voice from behind the bush.
"Who's there?! Come out and show yourself!"
Emerging from the bushes, a young disheveled boy appears, rubbing the top of his head. "Please don't hurt me…."