Davoth's Pov:
When I opened my eyes there was a man in front of me, blue skin with long white hair, pointy elf ears, 3 silver horns on his head with the middle horn having golden patterns and a long tail covered in fur.
He was tall with a wide body with well-built muscles, his eyes were black with the iris being white, his Aura alone was already in the ranks of the Demigods.
"Good morning my lord."
"I see, you were born... how do you feel?" (me)
"Grateful to be born under your rule, my lord."
"What do you think of your old life?" (me)
"I... I don't understand the decisions my old self made, the way he ruled his people, the way he sought power, the way he saw himself... I can't understand his way of thinking."
"Just his memory?" (me)
"Yes, but some others report having more than one set of memories."
"Where are the others and my mother?" (me)
