Bab 1: Chapter 1
My name is Jessica Hudson.
I am... or should I say was a model/actress.
Since I was a little girl my dream... my ambition was always the same, I wanted to be a great actress, like Meryl Streep.
So I grew up grooming myself to be the very best actress I could.
But life not always goes the way you like.
I was beautiful; some say breathtaking, it was flattering really, not going to lie. I liked the compliments.
People wanted in movies, but it wasn't to portray something serious, my roles were always the same.
The pretty girl.
Was I being greedy or ungrateful, perhaps, who knows maybe my acting skills sucked, perhaps that's all I was a pretty face.
But I was a fierce believer that hard work could achieve anything, so I never gave up.
You know those rumors about Hollywood executives that... well, that try to take advantage of young pretty girls?
I found myself in that situation, during my last day on earth.
I never thought this would happen to me, but I guess it natural, it's not like you get out of bed thinking, I will be killed today or raped, you never think that something bad will happen to you, because we usually believe ourselves to be above such things.
That day I was super excited, I had been offered a serious role, I couldn't have been more happier, my chance to show I'm something beyond my looks, my chance to shine!
How naive I was.
The executive was a man old enough to be my father, he said he saw potential in me, and I really believed him as least until I found his hand going under my dress.
He wanted to fuck me, and only then I would get the role.
I didn't want this; I wanted to climb the ladder with my skills, not fucking my way to the top.
He didn't take my rejection well, and in a fit of rage pushed me, I tripped and... well, my head found the sharp end of his desk.
And there I was on the floor bleeding out, another number to a graph no one would care enough.
Did I have any regrets? No.
I would've chosen this outcome every time because I rather rot under the ground and let the maggots eat me, than to let this creepy old bastard touch me.
But maybe I do have one regret, not knowing if the bastard would die or suffer for what he did to me.
But my heart was at ease somehow.
Death was a peaceful state.
Eighteen years old, I had quite the short run.
"One could argue you lived more than most," A voice said behind me, with a soothing tone, almost welcoming.
Behind me, there was the cliche incarnation of death, a skeleton with a black robe and a scythe on his hand.
I giggled, how could I not, "I didn't expect the lord of death to be exactly how pop culture would imagine,"
"I am what you want me to be... it's a matter of perspective," Death chuckled.
"Can I ask you one question?" I inquired, I wanted to know, I wanted to know if the bastard would pay.
"You want to know if he will pay for what he did... I can't tell you that he will suffer in life... but I can promise he will suffer in death for only hell awaits for him," Death's voice was dark and dangerously chilling at the end of his intuitive answer.
"Well, eternal suffering does sound comforting," I smiled at him, "So to heaven?"
"No, you will live, not here though," Death said, "In another world,"
"Reincarnation, I know I was a virgin... but I don't think that puts me with... you know in the Jesus level," I chuckled, wondering why would a godly being give me said chance.
"Haha, well, my wife decided to do this," Death said, scratching the back of his skull.
"Wife?" I inquired.
"Life, we are opposites, but you know what they say," Death said blushing which was bizarre considering he had no skin, "And... well I like you... you seem like a nice kid, your soul is pure, so I thought, why not give this chance to you."
"That's mighty generous," I smiled but did I want to live again, no family, no friends.
"So she's the one you picked," Someone said behind me.
A woman, a beautiful woman, stood behind me naked, her body was covered or made out of grass, she had flowers in her head, she was mesmerizing.
"You must be Life," I said.
"I am sweetheart," Life said as she hugged me.
"So, what now?" I inquired.
"You will be given certain skills to survive, but part of this deal was to not give you something didn't have before," Life said as Death took a step.
"Your beauty will know no bounds, Men will start wars for you, for your love, no man will be able to resist your beauty for you will be perfection incarnated," Death said.
"So let me get this straight, my only skill will be to be super beautiful?" I inquired, there had to be more because, depending on the world, beauty could be a weakness.
"You will be the most beautiful woman in creation, and you will never have to work for it, no gym, no diets," Life smiled.
"I fail to see how this will be beneficial for me..." I raised my eyebrow at her.
"That's the skill we have given you, but now comes the power," Death chuckled.
I looked at him with anticipation, would I be like a super girl or something, all I knew was that if he said my power was being super beautiful, I would kill death, logic be damned.
"This power was inspired on that one anime show you and your dad used to watch, I think it's called the Fate Series," Life smiled.
"You will have a system that will help select and summon servants, to protect you," Death added.
Now that was something I could use to avoid getting on the same situation that brought me here because I was now super irresistible.
But before I could do anything, I blacked out.
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The first thing that came to my mind was that I had the worse fucking headache in the world
But that feeling was soon replaced by the overwhelming feeling that I was inside a freezer.
"Where.... am I....?" I said, seeing nothing but snow around.
[—- Your first servant will be selected, being that you don't have anything to link to the servant, your first servant will be the one that wants to follow or serve you the most...
.....
Servant Acquired: Achilles
Each servant costs 100 points. As of now, you have zero points; you will get points randomly through your life!]
"When I felt that a damsel was in need on my heroic strength I couldn't help but run to serve," And there he was Achilles, his resemblance to Brad Pitt was uncanny, the producers really knew what they did when they selected Brad for the role, the way he spoke and stood gave me a sense that I was talking to a great hero not because of what he said, but because I felt for some reason he was nearly unbeatable, he had a smooth golden hair and a silver armor, his armor was the same as the one Brad Pitt had used in Troy.
"Achilles," I said in disbelief.
"Your will is my command my Lady," Achilles said as he scooped me off the snow, "Now lets us find a place to rest, what kind of servant I would be if I let my master die,"
"Thanks, but I can walk," I said as he gently nodded, putting me on the ground.
"If you sneeze, I will carry you, my lady, I rather have you angry at me but not dead," Achilles said sincerely.
"Any idea where we are?" I inquired.
"None," Achilles admitted.
"Well, at least I have some company..." I smiled, I had someone that would serve me unconditionally, and that made me feel somewhat at ease.
With no idea where in the hell I was, we decided to walk until we found someone, Achilles was worried I would freeze to death before that, but I was feeling positive, after all, I had already died.
"We have some people following us my lady," Achilles said smiling, as if nothing was wrong, "Possibly bandits,"
"You seem awfully calm," I said, looking at him.
"You will soon see why," Achilles chuckled.
As if cue a dozen men came out of nowhere, stopping us.
"What a fine piece of meat we have here guys," One of the men shouted lust on his eyes, but he didn't even get to fishing his lustful look on me, for a knife was stuck on his throat.
"So, anybody else wants to lust after my master?" Achilles said, taunting the remaining men, working perfectly.
What I saw after not only scarred me but amazed me, Achilles was dancing among the man cutting their throats and heads with such ease that for a second, I forgot this was real.
He continued killing them until there was just one left, I was at this point throwing up, I knew that it was this or me getting raped, but it still shocked me.
"I apologize, my lady," Achilles said with a worried tone.
"Monster!" The last man was shaking; he was afraid to the point of peeing himself.
"Maybe, but enough about me, I don't like men talking about me, what I would like if for you to tell me, where are we?" Achilles said with a smile.
The man was confused for a second, but his fear compelled him to answer, "The north,"
"The north... really... can you be more specific cause that answers nothing," Achilles said, narrowing his eyes.
In my mind, even though I was still shocked by what I saw, in my mind, I had an idea where we were.
"Close to Winterfell?" The man said, hoping that would please Achilles.
"You have anything, my lady? Cause I don't..." Achilles said with a sigh.
"I do..." I had been reincarnated inside the worst possible world to be a woman or a man, or to be alive for all that mattered, but I had to move forward, I would have time to cry later, "Where is Winterfell?"
"The lady asked you a question," Achilles said, cutting the man's hand after he didn't answer.
After a few seconds of crying, the man pointed towards a direction, "that way..."
"Very well," I said as I started to walk in said direction, with Achilles following me soon after he decapitated the man.
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