Let me start off by telling you a story, a story about a girl who has lived two different lives. In her first life, she was orphaned at a young age and was taken in by a church that worshiped the goddess of water. She was raised away from the world and lived a life of solitude as she repeated the same tasks every day. When she woke up, she prayed. In the afternoon, she held sermon. Before she went to bed, she prayed. It was the same routine for all her years of life. She was known as the Saintess by the water goddesses believers. She had lived a life of only worshiping her goddess all the way until the day she grew old and died.
In her second life, she was not so lucky. She remembered her previous life as if it was just yesterday and knew not of the world outside. She was once again orphaned at a young age and soon realized the cruelty of the world. A life of struggle. Going hungry. Being beaten up. Forced to do things she never wished. But her street life only lasted until the age of nine, when she was dragged off by a certain organization.
It was there that she learned to kill. She learned to take the lives of others not because she wanted to but because she had no choice. It was either her or them. During her training, kids her own age died by her hand, all because she feared death more than anything. She had come to fear it as she did not wish to end up in a worse situation after being reborn into such a life. The girl who was once known as the Saintess in her previous life was now a murderous devil known as the Little Demoness. Her life was short. At the age of twenty five after taking many, many lives, the organization disposed of her. She had become too good at killing. She could come and go as she pleased, and no one was able to stop her. She had become a liability and threat.
"And so now here I am. While I may look human, I am actually both an angel and a demon." I said in the most serious tone and expression a five year could muster up. But for some reason, the reactions I was getting from the four people in front of me were a bit…. well… expected… Because my family of this third life of mine seemed to see me as their family's precious jewel.
"I can't believe little Bella is such a good story teller!" My second oldest Brother, Ray, who had just turned twelve, clapped his hands together, while my eldest brother, Preston, who was fifteen years old, nodded in agreement.
My Mother, Martha, who still looked like she was still in her teens but was actually thirty one, was wiping the tears from her eyes, and my father, well, I am still unsure what he is thinking as his expression never changes. But I think I see a few tears welling up in his eyes.
My family, or I should say my father is Duke Devan Rinehart. He is the brother of the current king, King Raymond Lionheart. My father changed his last name to separate the two houses.
I am not too sure about the state of affairs of the kingdom, but I do know one thing, the story I just told is completely true. Each and every word was something that had happened in my past lives. Many might wonder if I am crazy, but the truth is I have lived both a life of worship and a life of hell and for some reason, in this current life, I was given a strange system. The Demon or Goddess System. A system that takes my actions into account and bends my way of thinking to one side or the other.
Why I have such a system, I do not know. When I had become fully aware and remembered my past lives, I heard a voice, and then this system appeared with a small screen with detailed information about myself hovering in front of my face.
[Name]: Bella Rinehart
[Age]: 5
[Race]: Angel and Demon
[Current Dominance]: Neutral
[Demon Shop Points]: 0
[Angel Shop Points]: 0
[Skills]
The thing that stuck out the most about what it said was the fact that I did not seem to be human. I am both an Angel and a Demon, a hybrid of sorts. I can only guess that maybe this world has both of these races. I wouldn't know since I am 'too young' to go into the library. I do know that my current world is not the same. It was the same for my past lives as well. This world seems to have many interesting concepts, though, like one dealing with magic. I am supposed to go next year to have my element tested. Only then would I be taught how to use magic. This is also the time I would be allowed in the library. So, for now, I have just been idling my time doing this and that from what I can remember in my past lives.
Sadly my past lives were not what you call very informative. I know how to cook simple dishes, sew, and do other mundane tasks from my time as the Saintess. And I know how to steal and kill from my time as the Little Demoness. So what it all comes down to is I have no actual real world skills unless I want to become a maid or an assassin. And to be honest, I do not wish to be either.
In this new life that has finally given me a family, I wish to make the most of it and let them know all about me. They seem to be proud of me, hailing me as a genius because I was able to do math at two years old and was even able to read and write. It was then that my memories of my previous life had actually come back to me. And for some reason, this world's writing system and language came naturally to me even though the previous two worlds I lived in were much different. Maybe it was because of this strange system? I don't really know.
Up until the point that I regained my memories, I only heard a voice saying that I had been chosen to receive the blessing of the system and explaining what it was for, but since then, I have heard nothing except how to open and close it and have been stuck with this system without a word from whatever god or demon that had given it to me. I say god or demon because I mean, who else could give me a system other than some god or demon?
However, I was kind of confused about one thing. Why am I a hybrid? From what I can tell, my parents are definitely human. My brothers are also human. Was this some kind of joke the gods or demons were making, making me think that I am not human? Whatever the case may be, I was not finding it funny. I can only hope nothing will change as time passes by.
"But I am telling the truth!" I cried out. I mean, I am trying to come clean with my parents, but they are just looking at me lovingly and smiling away as if what I said was just a kid's imagination running wild. I can only sigh in defeat. While I do wish I could prove it all with physical evidence, it's just that the menu itself will not be visible to anyone other than myself. I mean, I even have it open right now, but they can still not see it. It kind of angers me to the point that I just want to scream. But then I might really seem crazy if I do.
This is not the first time I have tried to tell them. I think this is attempt number one hundred and fifty two. Everything I do, I tell them it is because of what I learned in my past life, but they just smile it away as if it was nothing, In one ear and out the other. I can only purse my lips and sit there and listen to their praise.
At any rate, this new life was much different. My family truly loves me. I am not homeless. I am not fighting other kids for food. I am not being told to kill anyone or to hold sermon. I am allowed to act like a young kid for the first time in my three lives. And I really want to cherish this time that I have. There is no telling when I might die next. And this new world seems fascinating, so I will work hard and do my best and learn everything I can. I want to grow old and live a long, long life filled with new and exciting things. A normal life that I have always dreamt of….