Belmethalia, Fallen Angel. (Other Questions Answered In Later Chapters.)

You died in your sleep, a rather anti-climatic end to a fairly anti-climatic life.

You were a foundling, placed at the door of an Abby in Wales as an infant. You were adopted by a devout but childless couple from London, where you lived almost the entirety of your life. You went to school, then college, got a job as the Housekeeper of the Duchess of Lancaster, and did that job contentedly untill the age of 75, when you retired with your pension and savings. Five years of reading, prayer, and quiet contemplation of your life followed before your ****.

You never married, never even had sex, (masturbation doesn't count,) and ipso-facto never had children. You had, at various times, wanted all of these things, but the right opportunity never came along. Instead you worked hard all the time, project after project, and were active both in the community and at your church. You not only believed in Christ's message you LIVED it, you nursed the sick, fed the hungry, and clothed the naked; which the Duchess encouraged in all her servants, being possessed of a rare messure of true Christian charity.

Now, you find yourself in a featureless light gray space.

"Welcome to the afterlife!" A Cheerful mechanical voice states.

Wait, what... oh, you're dead. That's right. You're rather distinctly dead.

"If you ever played them, imagine this to be like one big video game. You get to customize what you get to look like in this new world, design an army, and do whatever it is that you want to do in a fresh chance at a new life!"

A blank human figure appears from the emptiness in front of you, with three boxes of text just hanging in the air alongside it: Male, Female, Other. You tap "Female" and that box expands while the others contract, until it's the only one left. The figure also gains breasts and a vagina, completely average in every way.

Dozens of other options pop up, sliders, switches, wheels... You grab one at random and jerk it about.

Oh... that must have been the "Skin Colour" wheel, since your avatar is now lime green. You pull it back towards pink, but instead get a deep, infernal red. This will not do. You notice a slider next to it and pull that up and down a little; as you suspected it's the tint/shade slider, so you bring that infernal red back up to a color about like this:

There's a switch marked "Wings", you flip it: three more switches appear...
[Bird/Angel], [Bat/Dragon/Demon], [Insect/Alien].

This is the moment of truth, where do you want to take this new existence? Because, if gender selection was any indication, once you finalize your wings, there's no turning back...

Angel, I Guess... You think reluctantly. Already something is starting in you, a change in your thinking, a new outlook on life and all it could offer. Still, you flip the [Bird/Angel] switch, and, as expected, the other two disappear. You then get several new sliders, switches, and another color wheel. You play with them a bit, and discover that you can make the wings look like just about any bird, from a scarlet Macau to a Raven. In the end you settle on those of a great horned owl, scaled up as far as you can make them go without unduly interfering with your movement on the ground.

You adjust the colour somewhat, making them a uniform pale yellow then white, but find that somehow both are not what you want... Stealthy, I need a stealth colour... You think, and move from white to neutral grey. You press the big red button marked [Confirm!] And the switches, sliders, and wheel for the "wings" option vanish.

A new dialog pops up:
[Confirm Race: Stryxis?]
[YES.]/[NO.]
(Stryxis gain increased agility, increased intelligence, and flight at the cost of an enmity with humans and lowered vitality.)

You press [NO.] carefully, then look at a few more options.

A bit more messing about with the options sees your avatar looking like an Angel, but with a halo that sheds no light, just a hovering circle of gold; and very over-sexualized features. You finally realize what's been percolating at the back of your mind this whole time and just stop in shock for a few seconds.

In your last lifetime you were a perfect example of a religion bound old maid: and you DON'T want to do that again. You made this new you a half-demonic bombshell because you wanted to be naughty, and, yet...

You don't want to be evil, or even "bad", you just are undeniably sexually frustrated! You want to FUCK, a lot, and be a powerful individual with the chance to make big decisions: but you don't want to hurt people who haven't EARNED being hurt...

You think about this for a while; and come up with an idea. You mess around with the avatar some more, reducing and perking-up the breasts. You don't really need or want watermelon sized gazongas, a nice grapefruit will do. You make your hair a fetching platinum blonde, and grow it long: and we're talking "hair to the backs of my knees" long. You point your ears a bit, and make your eyes a bright yellow; almost "gold", but still within the natural realm....

Another Dialogue pops up:

[Confirm Race: Fallen Angel (Angelic)?]
[YES.]/[NO.]
(Fallen Angels gain increased stats across the board, beauty, limited innate divine magic, conscious complete Fertility Controll, and not needing food or drink. Conversely they gain an Enemy in the form of the agents of [Hell/Heaven], they are greatly harmed by [Holy/Unholy] attacks, unlike full angels/demons they have to breathe and lack telepathy, and troop costs increase on many troop types.

WARNING 1: as a Fallen Angel you can continue to fall, eventually becoming a Demon or Devil and being permanently damned until you die true ****.

WARNING 2: this is an extremely expensive race. Do you wish to start avatar customization again?

Confirm Race Choice?
[YES.]/[NO.])

You click the "[YES.]" to confirm your race selection and then start on gear...

You decide to be Frugal with your gear selection. You buy your self a masterwork silver breastplate; a cruciform adamantium broadsword, (with a leather sheath); a silver crucifix on a string of rose-wood prayer beads; some basic robes, (all in white silk); a black belt of braided hemp with a cross on the brass buckle; a sturdy leather backpack; and a few oddments like soap, a mirror, extra robes, some trail rations, and a few water skins. You know you don't need the rations and water, but figure they might come in handy for charity, so as to help keep yourself from becoming a Demon.

You confirm your gear selection and move on to world building...