Death Becomes Him

Disclaimer: Reading through a Harry Potter/Mr. Black continuation story is to blame for this idea.

Summary: After dying in the Crisis, Oliver's given a new role to take on. One he's not gonna like.

"Seems a bit fitting I suppose that Purgatory would be this place for you." Said a voice that broke Oliver's intense gaze at the ocean in front of him.

An ocean he was well familiar with considering it was The North China Sea and that it meant he was on Lian Yu. The archer looked over to see a curly haired man with a growing beard on his face. "I'm, I'm sorry, who are you?" Asked the man as he was certain he'd been here alone.

Granted, he had no idea how long he'd been there but he knew he wasn't anywhere near being alive considering he'd been hit by a powerful blast of energy that ensured he wasn't gonna survive such a thing. "I'm God, son." Informed the figure, choosing not to beat around the bush.

Oliver stumbled back in pure shock and disbelief. "I'm… I'm not worthy."

"Oh, stop that, my son. Only I decide who is and who isn't worthy." Gently chided the Creator.

Mutely, Oliver nodded in obedience, even if a part of him didn't believe he was worthy. Not after all he'd done over the years. God gave him a knowing look and he winced. "I'm sure you're probably wondering why Purgatory and not Heaven or Hell?"

"It… It made me wonder."

Surely he deserved Hell more than he did Heaven, right? But if that was truly the case, why be in a place like Purgatory? "I personally arranged this as I wished to speak with you on a matter I know you will not be pleased by, my son." Informed the Creator.

His words making Oliver frown as he felt curiousity well up in him. "With the… Crisis as you call it now over with and all Earths and Universes merged as one, there's a balance of sorts that is missing."

"What kind of balance? If I'm permitted to ask such a thing of you." Oliver hastily added in a worried tone of voice.

"At ease, my son, I will not grow angry with you for asking questions. Simply put, Death is missing in this new and whole Universe." Explained God and Oliver's eyes widened.

"Now one can still die, but their Soul will remain in their body, trapped with no way out. Unless of course there is a presence like Death to ensure they are not trapped."

Oliver began to have a sinking feeling in his gut the more this went on. He's right, I'm NOT going to like this.

"The Crisis took an unfortunately heavy toll on all who served as Death in the former Multiverse. And as such, new blood is needed to take over. Which is where you, my son, come in."

"W-Why me!? Haven't I done enough!? Been made to do enough!? I either should be allowed to enter Heaven to be with my loved ones or thrown into Hell to rot for all my sins!" Oliver yelled out angrily.

"And there in lies the rub, so to speak, my son. You put your family above all at the cost of others more than once when you knew it to be wrong. Worked with a being of immense power when you knew it not to be wise after seeing how he handled things on more than one occasion as I previously pointed out. This is My Punishment for you, my son. YOU are the primary Death of this new Universe but you will not be alone as others will do similar work but shall answer to you on all Matters of Death and Life."

Oliver couldn't help but fall to his knees and weep heavily for the punishment he'd been given by God Himself. God stared down at him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know this isn't what you want, my son, but your actions have consequences and this is how you will pay for them to earn your redemption in My Eyes."

"Ho-How long must, must I do this?" Sobbed out Oliver while keeping his head down.

Unable to look at God. "Until I deem it enough, my son." Replied the Creator and Oliver wept more.

With that, God made His leave, but not before leaving a set of written instructions for Oliver that would tell him all he needed to know. Along with a green cloak and a black scythe with the tip of the blade being a green arrowhead. Eventually, Oliver rose to his full height, dressed in his new outfit and scythe in hand as he felt the calls of the Dead in his mind. "Thy Will be done." He whispered, his eyes red from all the crying and then disappeared.

Author's Notes: Some things with 8x02 just didn't jive with me. Especially with how the Monitor is doing things and how Oliver's basically saying 'f**k you' to everyone else as he puts his family above everything. Well, at first anyway but I could see him pulling it again later.