Rebirth

All of a sudden the pain disappeared and he heard unfamiliar voices in a language he had never heard before. Instantly wary of having been taken prisoner he resolved to fight his way out or die trying. "I will not bring shame to my house and be held captive," he thought. As soon as he opened his eyes he tried to send a burst of death energy around himself. But all he could manage was a tiny dark bubble on the tip of his pinkie. For the second time in his long life he was terrified. The element of death is impossible to restrain. It isn't just a law he is able to manipulate! "I AM death! I control it!" he screamed in his mind. After he calmed down he looked around to see that he was in an ornate room that was so damn bright and sparkly he thought he was in the God of Richs Castle again! Then a face came into his view. The man wasn't bad looking but gods can change their appearances at will so he never put much thought into how others look. For some reason the man was crying and holding Death close to him. "ME, the Primordial of Death," he thought, " Why is a weak human crying over me? I could destroy his entire race by sneezing in the wrong direction!" Then the human turned around and handed Death to a women who looked like she had just fought a God Beast. (authors note: think of god beasts as Godzilla's from the movies just with wings and as big as planets) As he was being handed to her, he saw a mirror and in it were two tiny babies. He tried to search his brain for any memory of being on an undercover mission and needing to pretend to be a child, but he found most of his memories were locked. He could only remember schematics for some basic technology, a few of his powers only up to the nuclear grade and who he was. "Oh I should pay attention the women is saying something to us," he thought. It took his brain a minute to register that there was another child there with him.

He tried to tell the human to put him down but all that came out was some unintelligible nonsense. After failing to even speak, he decided he needed to listen and get a better understanding of what was going on. He checked his mana pool and found it was barely a trillionth of a percent of what he'd had in his old body! "I could barely cast a fireball spell with this much mana! But for now it is enough for my purposes!" He cast his translation spell and could barely make out the words, "Congratulations my Duke, you have two healthy twins." After hearing that his mana cut out and he started to bawling. "Why am I crying?" he thought. "I have no idea! The pain feels worse then when my old father accidentally hit me with a nuclear grade spell in my old life! Luckily my new "parents" don't seem to think anything is wrong." Then once again everything went black.