Brazen Reincarnation

"You have died, little soul"

The soul, no more than a small blue flame with a golden core floating in the air, could not respond to the voice. Even if it had some way to communicate, the sheer presence of the creature before it and the shock of the words the creature expelled.

To start, the soul found itself in an endless white area. While there was a floor, there was no way to tell of where anything began or end due to the blankness of it all. The only defining feature of this world of white was the creature in front of the soul and the desk it sat behind.

The creature could be beat described as human in shape, yet pure black in color, save for a pair of white glasses on what would be it's face. The desk in-turn was made of some dark wood and barren of anything else. Both the soul and the creature were seated on chairs of the same material, with the desk between them.

"Yes, yes, I have heard it all before. And no, I will not let you deal with it now. We have more important matters to discuss."

The creature raised its right hand to be placed on its chest.

"Ah, but where are my manners. I am The Architect. I created everything here, from both myself to you, yourself, to even this world we are currently in. For simplicity, you may refer to me as Arc. And you, little soul, are a part of me."

Confusion rippled through the flame of the soul.

"You see, back when I was rather young, I pitied you souls. You live only for so long, just to perish all the same. When you lot died, you would reincarnate as something else or, very rarely, were destroyed by some random chance. So I had this brilliant idea: Why don't I give some of you a chance?"

Arc stood from his seat as it began to elaborate.

"With my powers, I created hundreds of golden stones. Should a soul die while in contact with one of these stones, they would love their next life with all the memories intact. This is only possible because these stones are a part of myself. Every now and then, those souls create some truly interesting tales."

Arc slowly descended into its seat, clasping its hands together as it appeared to stare at the soul.

"And then there's you. Unlike all the others who held a stone, you went and ate one. And since you ate one, one which fused with your own being, you are now a part of me."

"Firstly, I would like to thank you for your . . . experimentation. I've already recalled all of the stones, so that this doesn't happen again. As a reward for pointing out what could have been a disaster in waiting, I'm going to give you a choice."

With these words, a stack of papers appeared on the desk.

"Normally, you would just reincarnate. But for your actions, and our connection, I will let you choose what type of world you will come into. And before you ask, I can't control who you end up as. It's simply not in my powers. Now, I have some worlds here that-"

The flame of the little soul rippled. Arc stopped messing with the papers and stared at the soul, before it rested back in its seat.

"Well aren't you quite the brazen one, to cut me off like that. Very well then, I have just the world you are looking for. Off you go then, you can't be here too long."

And like that, the little soul was gone.

Arc stayed still for a moment before raising both hands in the air.

"Ah! I forgot to say that sometimes they reincarnate into a body of the recently deceased . . . but what's the chances of that happening."