I was a powerful warlock who shook the earth with every footsep I take and made my enemies tremble, an unstoppable force, getting anything I wanted anyhow I wanted. The seven primordial Kings couldn't stop me. I had the power to do anything I wanted, right beside me was my trusty assistant Ella, she had a voluptuous body with blood red hair and a sapphire like azure eyes. I was on war with the primordial Kings, they tried bring me down even in the nastiest way possible, but they couldn't, they tried all they could but they inevitably failed, after a long battle with the primordial Kings I was coming out victorious that's when.
*SCHING*
I was staring at a sword right in the middle of my chest, I was betrayed by the one I trusted. As my body slumped to the ground the only thing I could think of was REVENGE, but there was no way for that to happen, I closed my eyes and waited for my faith. After a long while of waiting, I found out I was still breathing but how is that possible, I opened my eyes only to see that I was not on the Warfield anymore instead I was on this sick bed with this boy staring at me he had brown hair and a muscular physique "jack you're awake, oh my God I thought you were dead," he said hugging me "get off me you flea" I said angrily that a nobody had just ruin my clothes and who the fuck was jack. He looked at me with teary eyes "I'm sorry I know it was sudden and you must still be feeling some pains from your last fight, but I seriously thought it was going to be the last fight of your life," he said wiping a tear off his eye. What was this weirdo saying I had died in my last fight against the primordial kings, come to think of it how am I still alive and how did I get here "you, weakling how did I get here" I said pointing at him "huh what do you mean, you got into a fight because of Stacy and you got badly injured" he said scratching his head "what! What about the primordial kings" i asked " man did someone punch you hard in the head or something, what primordial kings are you talking about" he said with a confused look "the primordial kings, you don't know them everyone knows them and what happened to Ella" I asked " man I think you need to take a little rest it would be good for your brains" suddenly
*ARGHH*
a wave of unbearable pain engraved me, I dug my nails into my head screaming "ARGHHH" I let out a pain filled scream "jack what's wrong, should I call the healers" the boy said. The pain I was feeling was immense, it was like giving birth through the head. After 8 minutes of pain I finally let my nails crawl out of my head, I took a good look at the boy next to me "Bruce" somehow I knew his name like I had lived with him for a while, it was like I had gotten new memories, memories that weren't mine "jack you look fine now do you still need the healers " he asked "no I'm fine " I replied. What the hell was going on I had gotten a body they wasn't mine and memories that weren't mine, then a thought ran through my head "have I been reincarnated"