May be a thing, may not be.

No one really expects to wake up in what could be the highest of high fantasy settings, well waking up is probably the wrong way to put it.

Passing an interview?

A young man with shaggy blond curls blinked as his vision suddenly was filled with a great void. He was clothed in dark blue vans, black leggings with ropes tied into holes down the legs, a dark blue button up shirt over a white singlet, but under a black leather jacket with a hood.

Dark green eyes took in the void and squinted at the sight of light, across from him - only at that moment did he notice he was sitting down - a shaft of light opened to reveal a beautiful young woman.

She had fair skin, like himself though without the freckles, and wore an attire vaguely close to a Nun's, habit and all.

She had white hair and light purple eyes, she looked at him with pity.

Which confused him, all things said and done.

"Welcome, young Mr. Zachary Waller. To purgatory." Her voice was gentle and welcoming.

Zac felt the same sensation that came with dreaming, like moving was harder - akin to trying to move through water - and sound didn't quite sync up to the things making those sounds.

He tried to respond but couldn't really form a coherent thought.

She looked at him sadly, "I'm very sorry to say but you're dead. You were stabbed in the throat."

His eyes widened but he still couldn't speak, couldn't comprehend what had been said fully.

"You're friends are all well, though they are quite distraught. I'll admit Mr. Waller… I didn't expect to see you so soon, but you do have your mother's features." She said with a smile.

It was like having cold water dumped on his head, "Wha-what, uh happened?"

"Most have trouble remembering their moments of death, fret not. You attempted to tackle a man who was harassing your friend Wade, with a knife." The Woman informed him, a moment of reflection attested to her words.

"So-so he's all good, yeah?" Death, whoo boy. That was not something he was comfortable with.

Zac's greatest fear and he could barely take a second to appreciate the gravity.

The woman nodded, "I am Eris. A goddess that watches over a few realms, yours being one of them."

The young man looked at her skeptically, making her face flush slightly, "Mhm… so what's the go? Shipped off to hell for the heresy and all that?"

Eris looked confused, "No, you've never performed any great act of evil, and generally lived a just life. Your karmic balance is firmly in the positive."

"Well waddaya know?" Zachary asked rhetorically, looking slightly impressed.

"Now, as a goddess I have a few domains to look after and generally when one passes through purgatory myself or my senior - who is no longer able to - give those that visit us a few options." Eris cleared her throat and sat a little straighter, making the young man do the same.

"You may enter the gates of heaven, reveling in eternal bliss and reunite with your loved ones that you've lost." Eris said, getting a nod of understanding from the man.

"Secondly you may reincarnate into a different world, starting your life anew free from the burden of your past life." He frowned at that, making Eris get a slight chill up her spine.

He seemed pleasant enough but his dress sense made her a slight uneasy.

"Finally you can enter another world that requires help, a world that is being ruled over by a creature known as the Demon King, as a hero to save the world you are able to take an artefact of power and be granted a blessing, though if one is much more powerful than the other, it will have to be mitigated somewhat."

"So what, like I have a space of 100 and have to pick something that fits within that." Zac said with a quirked brow.

Eris nodded, "My senior would compare this world and these gifts to 'RPG's, does that mean anything to you?"

Zachary chuckled, his green eyes sparkling somewhat as delight and glee seemed to radiate from his person from a moment, "Very much so."

Eris felt her spirit lift at such a genuine expression of joy.

With a slight gesture a small book - though holding infinite pages - appeared and sat itself in the young man's lap, "Please take your time to peruse the selection and we may go from there."

Zachary did consider going to heaven before he did anything else but he lived - and died as it were - by something his mother had said to him several times before her passing, 'Live your life, don't let tragedy change who you are.'

He could imagine her looking at him now, telling him to do what he thought was best for him. And whilst he'd do literally anything to see her again, he wasn't ready to give up after 23 years and live the rest of eternity in the clouds.

No, he had more of a life to live before he through in the towel just yet.

Zachary opened the book and several holographic images formed and floated around him, some being dossiers on magic weapons, armour even more sci-fi items.

Without thinking he took a durry (That's Australian for Cigarette) from his jacket and lit it, crossing one leg over the other whilst he read through his options.

Eris sweatdrop at the casual reclining he was doing.

Turning page after page Zachary finally got to the end of his dart (Another Australianism for ciggy) "Think I've got it."

Eris seemingly turned back in, having 'gone' somewhere else during his time, "What have you chosen?"

"Well, I'm not a super buffman so I figured go with the ol' Skyrim methon, for a Boon I'd like to take [Shadestalker] because crouching to disappear into a cast shadow is bullshit." Zachary said, getting a nod from Eris, who didn't seem bothered by his language.

"And for an item I'll pull from my roots, [Thoridal, the Stars Fury] I know it's a Legendary Weapon, but I mostly I chose it because it generates it own arrows, and as someone who played Warcraft when you had to buy arrows, that'll save cash in the long run." Zachary flicked his dart into the void and snapped the book shut.

Eris nodded, a small smile on her face. With a gesture the book disappeared and she bestowed upon her charge the gifts he'd chosen.

Thoridal, the Stars Fury was a gorgeous bow made of incredibly lightweight metal, the wings of the bow had hawk heads resting on either side of the hand-guard, two long blue crystals tipped each end of the bow, with a focusing crystal in the centre, directly where one would drawn and arrow back.

The Boon came in the form of a small black sun mark on his neck, looking like a slightly aged tattoo.

"I wish you luck on your quest, Mr. Waller." Eris said, standing from her chair, Zachary mirroring her as he bowed his head slightly.

"Forgive me if I get sidetracked."

"I fully expect it." Eris admitted in a moment of real-talk, "If you run into others from your world, try not to be too hard on them, if they choose to be inactive."

Before Zachary could ask though he was standing in a field outside of what appeared to be some kind of city, a rolling landscape sprawling behind him and a stone path before him.

"Oh… well then."

Takes place after week 1 of anime.