As the sun gazed upon the ordinary high school from the clear blue sky, a strange light emerged in the classroom. It was strange. Even though we were gazing at a foreign light of which we knew nothing about, we felt no sense of danger. However, as the light grew stronger it began to feel as if our souls were being ripped from our bodies.

Errrr...what's going-oh shit

BANG

The strange green light expanded across the classroom and killed every member of the classroom in one large blast. Yet, the objects around remained unaffected, it was if the energy was only targeting living things, like some kind of...magic

Suddenly, I awoke in the middle of a forest. It was almost like a dream, the trees stood beautifully in the forest as mysterious animals danced around in the magical forest as if time had stopped completely, but...something felt wrong. I had come to the conclusion I must have reincarnated and yet I was till the same age as I was in the other world, the only thing that had changed was my appearance. I was now a tall 16 year old boy with stylish yet natural black hair, I had crimson red eyes as if gifted from hell itself. I felt a powerful energy pumping throughout my body, this energy was magical power which could be converted into magic, however to perform magic you would first need the skills to do so, that was a fact for both humans and demons. However, I was able to convert this power into anything I wanted. If I wanted to teleport, I could do it. If I wanted to create fire, I could do it. If I wanted to use transformation magic, I could do it. I felt like I could control the very laws of the world. That's when I realized I was no longer human. Even though by all appearances I was certainly a human, I was certain that I was not. I can't explain why, but it was clear to me that I was in fact not human at all. Most people would be shocked by this. Most people would probably end up screaming and crying. Some people would even kill themselves on the spot after finding out such a tainting fact, and yet I was calm even relieved. I was no longer like those boring bastards, I was no longer a filthy human.

From a young age I realized I was not like other people, i didn't enjoy what they enjoyed. I didn't like what they liked and I didn't care what they cared about. It was like I didn't belong, pure isolation. Trapped in a cage surrounded by people but still alone. Even in crowds of friends, it was as if I was in a different world. They would talk and laugh while I would watch and listen. I never liked humans. They were cruel creatures to the very core. They were indespicable filth which stained the planet. After trying many ways to be human I reached a point of success. I put on a facade, I played the joker and it was a great show. I gained friends and laughs and I felt like I belonged...but it wasn't me. I played and played the act. Lied and lied, I thought if I kept lying it would eventually come true. But as time grew on the humans grew tired of my act, and I fell back into the pits of despair. I never liked humans. They were always betraying one another and harming each other as if it were natural. I never liked humans. They always hid their true desires and wore a mask to hide their real intents. They would always betray and betray, lie and lie, curse and curse and they would laugh it off as if it was all natural, that's why I never liked humans.