Prologue: Last Order and Rebirth.
"Capitaine! We're losing ammo and we are down to five men, we need to fall back!"
"Non, we must hold our position, the Americans will be here!"
"By the time they get here, we're all dead!"
"Damnit Sabre!! Just hold on, and defend your position!"
Capitaine Jaune Arc of the GIGN, codename "Arclight" is having a hard time in keeping his men together.
As to how he got here...
First, a little background.
The world is in deep shit right now, Ultranationalist Russia had just invaded Europe, after it's failure in America. They have lauched a series of gas attacks in all major cities in Europe: England, France, Germany, Poland, etc. Then they lauched a full scale invasion, catching Europe by surprise.
Jaune Arc was one of few GIGN operators left, that survived the Gas attacks. As most of his colleagues were killed in Savoy.
Now, his mission alongside with his partner Sabre was a joint op, alongside with the US Delta Force: A Search and Capture mission.
Their target: A weapons dealer from Fregata Industries known only by his codename: "Volk."
The GIGN were to wait for their US counterparts in a designated area in the middle of Paris.
However, the Russians have overrun their position and the GIGN have been losing men, and running low on ammo.
Jaune went to a nearby window, blind firing his G36C rifle to a group of Russian soldiers, ducking cover.
But the overwhelming spray of bullets have not hit anyone, and the return fire was twice as intense.
'This is not how my day is going to be!' Jaune thought to himself. 'I have a baby on the way!'
Jaune was thinking of his wife, Pyrrha Nikos-Arc, A Greek model who is expecting his first child. The thought of his wife and child filled him with determination that he'll survive this.
As the situation is getting worse, Jaune noticed a grenade had entered inside the building and landed on Sabre's feet, unfortunately Jaune's teammate didn't notice as he's focused on shooting.
Abandoning any self preservation and focused on saving his friend Jaune without hesitation, ran towards Sabre and pushed him out of the way.
"Sabre, get down!!"
BOOM!
Sabre was then pushed followed by a loud explosion. He then got up and saw his commander now lying face down with blood spewing out of his face and parts of his body.
"Capitane!!" Saber shouted, he then dragged Jaune into the back of the building which is a meat locker where it's walls are bulletproof.
"Stay with me Capitane, we need to get you to safety." Sabre said as he tries to cover Jaune's wounds.
"It's pointless Sa-Sabre haghk!" Jaune grunted in excruciating pain as his body suffered fatal injuries.
"We continue with the mission, there's no retreat. You must! *cough* Hold your position, and wait for the Americians!"
Jaune started to cough up blood, his vision starts to blur.
"Promise me or I swear to God I'll haunt you beyond death, never abandon the mission! THERE WILL BE NO RETREAT!! IS THAT CLEAR!!?" Jaune shouted painfully at the last words, glaring at Sabre.
Sabre was silent, inside he was conflicted as he wanted to move his men into a safe position, but his friendship and loyalty to the Captain told him to stay.
Ultimately, Sabre slowly nodded and agreed.
"Yes Capitaine Arc."
"And Sabre..." Jaune then yanked a necklace that's worn underneath his kevlar, and gave it to Sabre.
"Give this to my wife, tell her I'm sorry." Jaune coughed as blood spewed out of his balaclava. "I- I couldn't see my future son *cough! cough!* or daughter."
Sabre held the necklace and held it tight.
"Oui Capitaine." Sabre bowed his head, clearly fighting back tears as his Captain and friend is now near death's door.
"Remember Sabre, finish the mission. Save the Republic, make sure our sacrifice is worth it. Pour le France?"
"Vive le France, Capitaine." Sabre then saluted.
"Vive le France and see you on the other side, Sabre." Jaune smiled as his vision fades to black.
His last thoughts were that of his wife and child, and his past flames.
Captain Jaune Bonaparte-Capet Arc, decendant of Napoleon and Louis XVIII, died in valor.
In the black nothingness...
"Where am I? Am I dead?"
Jaune looks around and sees nothing but darkness.
"If this is what being dead looks like, then it sucks."
"I heard that!"
A voice caught Jaune's attention, Jaune turned and sees a hooded figure sitting on a black throne.
Jaune looked at the hooded man on the throne and tries to see underneath, however he can't as the only thing he can see are two red glowing eyes shining dimly.
"Jaune Bonaparte-Capet Arc, you are a lucky individual today!" the figure clapped his hands, though said hands are made out of human bone.
"Okay, I know that I'm dead but who are you?" Jaune narrowed his eyes as he tries to figure out, but he had a feeling he knows.
"I see you are someone who accepts his own predicament of your death instead of denying it, good good" the figure nodded in approval. "Very well, as you should know by now my name is Hades, or Pluto if you want."
"The God of Death." Jaune muttered, "Am I being judged?"
"No my boy, in fact" Hades then summoned a golden ticket and gave it to Jaune.
"I'm here to congratulate you on being the lucky winner."
Jaune was confused 'Lucky? Since when did I win something in the God of Death's eyes?'
He then looked at the ticket and reads.
"Congratulations to Mr. Jaune Arc, for being the 1/1,000,000,000,000th winner for the second life lottery! Here's your second chance to live again, and since you won we are giving you another chance at life, so don't waste it!"
"Are you serious!? Is this real!?" Jaune shouted excitedly, the fact that he's given a chance to live once again is enough to scream for victory.
"Yes Mr. Arc, but I'm afraid there's a catch" Death said calmly, "You will have to be reincarnated to another world, in another universe, you will not be returned to the world you once originated."
"WHAT!" Jaune shouted, thinking that this is a joke.
"I'm sorry Jaune, but this isn't a joke. The laws of this side of the universe forbade any soul to be reborn in the same universe. These laws exist to prevent any soul getting any foolish ideas in returning to the mortal plain, and for that again, I'm sorry."
Jaune was now fighting his own tears, He's getting reincarnated but at the cost of not seeing his wife and child forever.
"Then pl-please Lord Hades, I ne-needed to know if my wife and child one last time, please?." Jaune pleaded to the Lord of Death.
Hades winced, but hid it quickly. "Your wife and child are okay, and to give you some comfort I can see the distant future so I can give you some insight."
"You are awarded posthumously the Croix de Guerre, and the Legion of Honor. Your wife and son, his name is Lucien Nikos-Arc attended your funeral, even your former lovers attended: Ruby Rose-Pine, Yang Xiao Long, Nora Valkyrie, Li Ren, Blake Belladonna, and Weiss Schnee"
Jaune widened his eyes as Hades showed him a large TV screen where a video of his funeral was shown.
There were few people attending, some of them his fellow GIGN and DGSE (French version of the CIA, and MI6) and his former handlers , friends he knew in his hometown of Amiens, His wife and son who is wrapped around in soft linen sleeping in her arms.
"Pyrrha, Lucien." Jaune smiled sadly, as his wife was crying softly as she looked at the casket where Jaune's body was laid to rest, the Priest giving him the last rites before burial.
Of course, there's a group of people Jaune never thought to see again.
'Ruby, Blake, Weiss, Yang, Nora, Li' Jaune sees his former lovers, all of whom he met during his time in DGSE when he was a field agent. The women were all field agents from their respective countries. Ruby and Yang are CIA, Blake is CNI (Spanish Central Intelligence), Weiss is BND (German Federal Intelligence), Nora is NIS (Norwegian Intelligence Service), and Li is NSB (National Security Bureau)
Of course they wore all black in respect, as Pyrrha looked back at them. Her mood darkened a bit as she knew them but she instead nodded as they have a mutual understanding.
The funeral continued as the Priest made his eulogy.
"Jaune Arc is a good man, he gave his life for his family, his friends, his country, but most of all he fought with his heart. He thought of his fellow men first before himself, he dedicated himself for the service of others and not much else, he's a family man who loves his wife..."
Jaune winced, because he himself knew he's not a family man as he can be at times a womanizer. Even his former lovers knew that as they too winced.
Worse, his wife Pyrrha doesn't know about his sexual escapades during his time in French Intelligence.
"You don't have to worry about Pyrrha knowing about your sexcapades Mr. Arc." Death said.
"What do you mean?"
"Pyrrha had known about it a long time ago..." Then Jaune looked at Death in shock.
"What!?"
"Make no mistake, she was deeply upset about it at first, but she then accepted that she can't stop you."
"Luckily, Pyrrha and the other women you've bedded with became great friends, almost that of sisters. And they have been supporting each other till their time in this earth is up, their connection to you created an unbreakable bond."
Then after the funeral, Jaune and Death saw a scene where Pyrrha and the girls huddled together tears running down their cheeks.
"From this point on, we'll support each other, through thick and thin we'll have each others backs, alright?!" Pyrrha declared.
"Yes!!" The girls respond.
Then they held each other's hands.
"For Jaune!" The girls shouted his name, smiling despite their tears.
'Pyrrha, everyone' Jaune looked on as he started to shed his own tears as well.
"These girls loved you very much Mr. Arc, that despite your flaws they are willing to shoulder the burden."
Jaune was silent, his tears continuosly flowed but he had a small smile.
"Hades... I'm ready." Jaune said, resolute.
Jaune knew that despite not coming back, he's now comforted that everything's going to be alright, his wife and former lovers are going to be alright.
"You know once we do this, there's no turning back. Your memories will be wiped out, but your experiences from your past life will still remain." Hades explained, "And also, I have given you a few gifts, certain skills that can help you survive in this new world."
Jaune nodded, for his entire life he was taught by his parents on how to live every moment like it's his last day on earth, to live with pride yet maintain humility, to show pride in one's hard work that's earned through persistence and determination.
Jaune had always considered himself as a self-made man, a man who relies on his own two hands and will.
Being a descendant of two famous (or infamous) lineages, he always admired his ancestor on his mother's side: Napoleon Bonaparte.
A man with great ambition, he almost conquered Europe and revolutionised warfare, Napoleon's losses in Waterloo and in Russia had taught him lessons: to always know one's weakness and know one's limits before pushing it.
And also, his father's ancestor, who is seldom talked about in his household: Louis XVIII.
Jaune neither hated or loved his father's ancestor, but Louis' life had been a lesson for him as well: to be a leader, is to be decisive, to make a sound decision that benefits the people close and loyal to you, indecision is fatal, and will result in one's downfall, like Louis' and his wife Marie Antoinette with their heads lopped off from the guillotine.
Jaune hoped that the lessons he learned all his life will help him in this new life.
"Are you all set?" Hades said to Jaune.
Jaune looked at Hades with steeled determination, the God was taken aback by the look.
'Just like Napoleon.' Hades smiled in his hooded cloak, 'Ready to conquer the world.'
"Good, then good luck Jaune Bonaparte-Capet Arc! And may fortune and good luck favour you always!!"
As a ball of bright light shines around Jaune, Jaune simply saluted and said.
"Et que ma vie soit aussi magnifique et épanouissante dans la prochaine!" ]
As the light then starts to die down, Hades was alone and Jaune...
He's now gone, to the new world.
"Hehe, they might not realize it right now... But the boy i've sent will rule all of Remnant, his destiny will be greater."
'And I can't wait to see what's going to happen next.'
PROLOGUE END
Translation.
: "May my life be as beautiful and fulfilling in the next."