Darkness surrounded him.
He didn't know how or why, but even though he was dead, his thoughts were still alive. Floating somewhere in the void, he could still maintain his trail of thoughts.
And as he watched his life crumble before his eyes, a single question echoed in his mind.
Why?
Why did he suffer so much?
Just why?
His own sister who was the apple of the eye framed him just for a son of bitch leading to his death.
During childhood, his parents threw him away like garbage.
His so-called friends stabbed him in the back.
And despite all of that, he still fought for humanity's survival.
Sounds unbelievable, right?
But that's exactly what happened.
When humanity was on the verge of annihilation, he received a revelation. Not from some ordinary oracle, but from the Goddess herself.
She gave him a mission.
She told him to betray humanity.
At least, that's what it would look like to everyone else. His real job was to infiltrate demon territory, pretend to be a traitor, and secretly work as a double agent, feeding information back to the humans.
And the human in question was none other than his sister who would relay everything to Eric and other chosen ones.
It was supposed to be a perfect plan.
But then something completely unexpected happened.
The war stopped.
Humans and demons shook hands. Became friends. Signed a treaty.
It was supposed to be a joyous occasion. A historic moment. A symbol of peace.
But not for him.
Because these motherfucking sons of bitches came for him after the war was over.
Yeah, that's right. The same people who risked his life for, him turned against him.
And if this wasn't enough, the three bitches and that m*therfucker pretended to not know anything.
At first, he didn't believe it, but due to the power of being able to sense other emotions that he received from Demon God, he knew that they were all lying.
As for why they acted like that?
It's because the entire battle and his execution were replayed all over the world.
And why did it come to all this?
Because he had grown too strong.
Because his power had reached a level where even the so-called Gods and their boot-licking chosen ones felt threatened.
But that wasn't even the worst part.
No. The real nightmare was the truth he discovered.
All the wars, the endless suffering, the mass slaughter—it was all just a fucking game.
It was a bet.
No, it's better to say it was a goddamn chess match between the Gods.
And worse, Gods from other worlds were also involved in all this.
Millions of people died, entire civilizations burned to the ground, but it was all just entertainment for those divine pieces of shit.
That realization broke him.
He was furious.
Knowing the truth he wanted to burn everything down. He refused to participate in these stupid games between Gods which ended with him labelled as heretic for disobeying Gods.
But before he could do anything…
He got fucked.
No, it's not a joke
He meant it.
His life fucked him over so hard that he was actually questioned his own virginity.
And that's how his story ended.
He died like an idiot only for others to spat on his curse.
"FUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK! I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THIS!"
"If there's a next life, I swear that I—"
Before he could finish my last words, my consciousness was suddenly pulled by a mysterious force.
And then he was greeted by an influx of light leaving him bewildered.
"What the hell?"
…
A splash of ice-cold liquid smacked him awake.
"KYAAAK!"
A boy's body jolted as the shock of the freezing sensation coursed through him. His eyes snapped open, only to squeeze shut again as a blinding flash of light assaulted them.
"WHAT THE FU—"
BANG!
Before he could finish, something slammed into his head with brute force. Pain exploded through his skull, making him stumble and collapse onto the cold marble floor. A trickling sensation ran down his face.
What was it?
Blood? Water? He wasn't sure.
Then, laughter filled the air.
"He deserves that."
"If he were my son, I'd have killed him myself."
"Kill him? I would have thrown him out ages ago."
Forcing his eyes open, he blinked past the haze of pain and took in his surroundings.
From the blurry sights, he saw shreds of broken glasses scattered around followed by a half-filled glass of wine.
A pungent bitter metallic taste lingered on his lips along with the taste of a sweet sour that seemed to be reminiscent of wine.
Through the minute details he concluded that a glass of wine was splashed over following which someone blasted a bottle over his head.
Taking a moment, he raised his to marvel at the luxurious banquet hall stretched around him, filled with high-class aristocrats. Their tailored suits and dazzling dresses reeked of wealth, their judgmental eyes piercing into him like knives.
Before him stood a young woman with striking blue hair, trembling in the arms of a purple-haired woman. There was something vaguely familiar about her. And standing before her, like a self-righteous executioner, was a man with an air of supreme arrogance.
"I have never seen such trash," the man sneered. "Daring to assault and molest a lady in the middle of a banquet."
That look. That fucking look were similar to that bastard Eric.
He wanted to rip those eyes out of the bastard's skull, but for now, he bit his tongue. First, he needed to understand what the hell was happening.
"What? When did I—?"
"You! Are you not ashamed of lying?"
A furious voice cut through the room. The purple-haired woman glared at him with undisguised disgust. "Miss Elara herself said you tried to molest her upstairs!"
"What proof do you have?" he demanded.
"Proof? You want proof?!" The purple-haired woman's voice trembled with rage.
"I am ashamed to call you my brother, Kael.Just how much lower will you fall?"
Brother? Sister? A bitter taste rose in his mouth. That word brought nothing but rotten memories.
"Tch. I can't believe she had to tolerate such a fiancé," someone else scoffed.
Despite the false accusations piling against him, who seemed to have been reborn as Kael, gritted his teeth and snarled. "I didn't do anything."
BOOM!
"Enough!"
A crushing force slammed into him, pinning him to the ground. A man in a butler's uniform appeared from the side, his cold gaze boring into Kael as he knocked him down with brutal efficiency.
Then, another figure stepped forward.He was a tall, refined man with ashen hair having a a chilling presence. His eyes held no warmth as he spoke.
"We will take it from here. All of you are dismissed."
Kael face was slammed onto the floor with such a force that he lost his consciousness but as his vision died down, he spotted a subtle change in the expression of a blue-haired woman.
The corner of her crying face twitched, forming a haunting smile.
That was the last thing he saw.
.....
A groan escaped his lips as he woke up, his body sinking into something absurdly soft. His vision cleared, revealing the extravagant interior of a luxurious noble's chamber.
The walls were adorned with intricate gold patterns, the chandeliers above twinkling like captured starlight. Plush velvet curtains draped the massive windows, filtering the light into a warm, golden glow. Every piece of furniture was made of polished mahogany desks, embroidered cushions, golden candlesticks that reeked of wealth and nobility.
He lay on an absurdly lavish bed, the silk sheets cool against his sweat-drenched skin.
"What the hell is going on…?"
Before he could finish his sentence, pain shot through his skull like a lightning strike.
Memories flooded his mind depicting a life that wasn't his.
He saw everything. The birth of a child, loved by all. A privileged boy, raised in the lap of luxury. A slow descent, from a cherished son to a despised outcast. A boy named Kael Veydrin, falling deeper and deeper until the world branded him a monster.
As the last fragment of memory settled, he sat up drenched and soaked in sweat as he muttered.
"Kael...Kael Veydrin."
"That is the body I have been reborn into."