Why must she betray me?
What did I do wrong?
Is it my fault that I am born as such?
Is it my fault that as the son of the great bloodline I can't be a mage?
Why must father despise me?
Why must everyone laugh at me?
"Do you wish for revenge?"
"W-Who..." The youth who was at his last breath opened his eyes wide and searched around.
"Stop looking. You can't see me."
"As for who I am, I am someone who can fulfil your wish."
The bloodied youth was the youngest son of Duke Erwin. Dominic Spencer. It had been a day since he was beaten and abandoned in the forest to be eaten by the demonic beasts.
"Were you the one who was keeping the animals away?" Dominic spoke with great effort, his voice coming out hoarse and unnatural.
"My presence deterred the animals from approaching you."
"Then why... Why don't you help me escape?"
"Because I am just a soul. I need to have a body to actually do something. If you agree to give me yours, I'll help you enact revenge against the one responsible for killing you."
Dominic realized what agreeing to his terms meant. It meant death.
But even without that, wasn't death what awaited him?
He lived a nameless life. He would die a nameless death. No one would even notice his absence, let alone prosecute the perpetrators.
Lying over his stomach these last few days waiting for the tortuously slow death, he had nothing but his life as a failure to think over.
As he thought it over and over again, resentment seeped deep into his bones.
"Fine... I will give you my body..."
"But you must help me get my revenge..."
Lights sparkled and danced as the exchange of souls occurred. A contract was signed between Dominic and the mysterious spirit.
The body lying in the mud opened its eyes before slowly rising to its feet. The wounds gradually disappeared, the paleness replaced with the rosy tint of healthy youth.
The eyes that had once lost their fervour were replaced with a new determination.
"I waited a long time. The patience bore fruit." Noah thought to himself. He waited and waited until the lad was driven to his limits.
He didn't let the demonic beasts attack him. They waited, baring their teeth before the dying kid. As such, he would have little hope. That someone would stumble across him, that someone might save him. But no one came. He felt hope only to ruthlessly have it shattered, replaced with bottomless despair.
His thoughts ran chaotic, resentment deepening with each second.
Noah let his soul assimilate the memories o the youth whose body he had taken over
Starting today, he was no longer Noah, the great demon Wizard that once wreaked havoc in the fifth middle plane.
Starting today, he was Dominic Sponsor, the useless bastard from the Duke's family from a humble lower plane.