To punctuate the ending of the worst day of my life, I died.

But neither the pearly gates or the fires of hell greeted me when I crossed over; instead, I was met by a smartass god and given a choice. Judgment or Reincarnation.

You can guess which I took.

Theosis wasn't like Earth, it was more straightforward, and it fit my new lifestyle well. I swore I would only live for myself and never again be anyone's puppet, but fate had other plans.

After being accused of a crime I didn't commit, I had no choice but to flee and attempt to clear my name. But the path to the truth has led me down a rabbit hole I'm unsure I can come back from, and if I screw this up, it'll mean war; one that could threaten to drag the gods themselves into.