Going over the lifepath sheet, I nodded in appreciation of my choices.
This was what I wanted, I was now ready to be sent into the cruel viper pit known as Neo-Oblivion.
"I see that you've finished creating yourself." The voice of Damien echoed and he appeared next to me and observed my lifepath screen.
"What do you think?" I asked.
He smirked in amusement and interest, "Why are you even asking me? Do you even care what I think?"
"Fuck no I don't." I bluntly replied, "But it's still good to hear some critique. I'm pretty sure I'll not get an opportunity like this again for a very long time so it's best that I make sure that everything is right and if needed to make the correct changes."
Neo-Oblivion was a perilous place. One misstep could send you to hell, even with the background that I picked I would still be subjected to schemed against by other high-class families, nobles, and if I'm unlucky enough, The Royals.
"Based on your choices I'm pretty certain about what archetype you're trying to build and I have to say that it's pretty good. Not the best but not that far from it either. I'm just wondering if you could be able to get 'that' inheritance." Damien responded as he stroked his chin lost in his thoughts.
"That?" I repeated, confused, "What do you mean by 'that' inheritance?"
I knew he wasn't talking about the demonic inheritance that was obtained by one of the main characters but something else entirely. The only problem was that I had no clue what he was talking about.
The best inheritances in Blood of Darkness that I know of were already taken and I can only assume that the one he's talking about will be in the tower. But why is he even bringing it up now when it's all but clear he has little to no hope of me surviving up to that point?
It is to motivate me to survive? To lead me into a trap? Or is this a test of my greed?
"You're overthinking. I can sense it from here." Damien pointed out, drawing me back out of my thoughts, "Don't worry though if you live long enough you'll know what I'm talking about. Now then I guess it's time to send you into your new life."
"Hold up. You're not gonna tell me what family I'm gonna reincarnate into? What my age will be? What point of the story I'm gonna start from?" I asked, finding it ridiculous that he was just gonna do me this dirty.
Damien laughed, "Yeah man. Where's your sense of surprise and adventure? Why would I spoil things for you right now when you're about to find out in like thirty seconds?"
Before I could retort Damien waved his hand and an unstoppable force pulled away at my body and dragged me at speeds imperceptible to even peak humans deep into the ether
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Slowly opening my eyes a comfortable feeling hit me hard.
"Where the fuck am I at?" I asked as my vision cleared and based on the ceiling I was looking at I knew I was in a bedroom.
The bedroom was black with red designs on some parts of the room. It was nighttime and the moonlight was shining through the curtains, illuminating my room with a chill but reminiscent vibe.
Turning my body over and realizing I was in a bed shock enveloped me as I hopped out and ran to the bathroom.
Even though the memories of the body I was in hadn't come in yet I was sure that whatever body I was in they weren't part of the story Blood of Darkness and if they were then they were extras that were never mentioned.
Somehow finding out where the bathroom was on my first try I immediately made my way to the mirror and couldn't believe what was looking at me in the reflection.
What was in front of me was a dark-skinned man with jet-black hair, emerald green eyes, and sharp ears. They weren't as long as pure-blood elves but were still longer than human ears.
My face was more than enough to get these bitches soaked with just a glance from me and my body was perfectly proportioned. I was dressed in only black shorts, I had no shirt.
"Bro, who and where the fuck am I?" I asked dumbfounded.
I expected something like this but for it to actually happen was a completely different feeling entirely.
Realizing that I still had a status screen I quickly opened it to see if anything changed.
Zaire Tiji
Age: 15
Race: Hybrid (Dark Elf/Human)
Affinity: Darkness, Wind
"At least I can defend myself if things get dicey." I sighed in relief, happy that I wasn't starting from the womb in my reincarnation. Being defenseless in Neo-Oblvion was a sin that deserved the penalty of death.
That was what I was scared about when Damien or whatever his name is sent me into the reincarnation wheel. I didn't want to be a damn baby.
A groan of pain unconsciously left my mouth as a slew of memories flooded my mind. I gritted my teeth in an attempt to stop my screams from leaking out and waking everybody in the house up, I rolled on the floor trying to distract myself from the pain.
When it finally went away after who knows how long the pain subsided and with me laying on the marble floor drenched in cold sweat I took deep breaths as I got myself back together.
Finding it funny how I was once again on my back, staring at the ceiling I laughed, "I was hoping that something like this didn't happen. Why couldn't he just plant the memories into my soul and let them assimilate with the body as soon as he sent me? I swear this pain shit isn't necessary and that they only do it for entertainment." I lamented.
Browsing through my newly acquired memories I was able to quickly get accustomed to the world of Neo-Oblivion pretty quickly. Not surprising since I was an avid reader of Blood of Darkness and knew how the world worked thanks to my real-life experience.
But my eyes and mouth opened wide as a dark laugh sprung off my lips as I realized what part of the story I was starting from.
"Well, it looks like things might not be so bad after all."