I cannot fathom how this could be. I, (The Divine Ancestor)(The Demon God), reduced to the state of a mere mortal?
How can this be? I remember that I was fighting the (Divine Ancestor of the Divine Clan)(Demon God of the Demon Race), what happened? Did he die? Did I die?
I feel as though I am forgetting something. The memories which reside in my head are mine, but not mine at the same time.
At that moment, the scenes of three lives flashed through my mind. One which lasted but a moment, flickering out with no substance the moment it was brought out. And two which went back close to the beginning of time.
The rise of two different civilisations, and how I was the pillar which upheld them, bringing them to the peak of the cosmos! I brought glory to my (Clan!)(Race!)
But now… I am no longer of that race.. I am a human?
Coming to my senses, I begin to question the truth. Was my destiny really to end up as a mortal, powerless for the rest of my meagre life?
But right as the depressing thoughts entered my mind, a small dot of blue light flickered in and out of my vision. Its brilliance was blinding, but it was also subtle, and I could only look at it for a moment before I had to look away.
Mana? I swear I felt the pulsing of mana!
The thing which is used to empower oneself, call upon the forces of nature. Mana is something which can be turned into power, enough to destroy the suns and stars.
My mind raced with questions, even to the point of asking myself whether this was a tribulation or not. Could I have been trying to overcome the wall of god-hood? Is this the so-called tribulation of the mind? The heart?.. No, I was never so foolish as to ask for death.
I had been fighting my arch nemesis, the one which my soul is now bound to. Or, should I say that I am bound to myself? The two conflicting thoughts within me limit my mind, it is starting to pulse oddly.
After a while, I come to accept this as the truth, and decide to embrace the conflicting memories as one. Keeping them separate only limits my cognitive functions, and creates stress on my soul(s).
As the memories meld together, my teeth chatter in anger and fury. My eyes became red, pulsing like they would explode. Both the darkest and brightest moments in each life circled my mind. I killed my own subordinates? Even my own sons were killed by me?
The scene where I slid my sword out the back of my own son replayed in front of me. His pale face, absent of blood. The hate in his eyes stung my heart like a thousand needles were picking into it.
"NO!" I scream out, filled with unwillingness to accept. I must remember that that wasn't me. I am now both the Divine ancestor and the Demon God, but at the same time, I am neither of them.
The actions which they performed in the past are now meaningless to me, I must strive to become my own person.
I take deep breaths and calm myself down. Though my emotions can't be calmed so simply, I could now control them. The waves which pounded in my mind calmed down, giving way other thoughts.
Seeing both sides of a situation in the perspective of that person is truly different, I can't help but demean my previous selves. I was too arrogant. I was too headstrong, only focusing on a single goal while forgetting everything else.
Yes, I dominated the vast stars, but at what cost? I was always alone, and the only person who could have truly understood me was my life's biggest enemy. The one which I myself now am.
Never again would I be able to be either of them. I was born anew, into this cursed body. Only now, I did not think of this mortal body as not a curse, but rather a blessing. A mortal's body may be weak, but it had no restrictions, and could only be built upon with no limits!
Accepting this body as my own seemed to unleash some shackles within me, the third soul, that of the boy whom this body originally belonged to.
But I was disappointed. The weak spark, which could barely be considered a soul, had long since burnt out. Being near the fusion of the two mightiest souls in aloof existence would do that.
All that was left from the soul was the memories, which I took as if they were mine to begin with. All grudges and regrets which this boy had left would be fulfilled by me, at that moment, I swore an oath to myself.
His body was the catalyst for my return. The return which would bring rise to my new life, and my future!