Hmm... Where am I? Am I dead?

That's right... those bastards got me killed. But getting thrown off of that bridge and hitting the floor sure hurt like hell. The biggest question should be where exactly am I?

It's too dark to be Heaven, and I doubt this is Hell. Purgatory maybe? Possibly I was even right about the Gods visiting me. If one of them did and offered me vengeance I sure would accept. I would love to see the agony on all of their faces, hehe.

How they treated me all of those years. The kicked and thrashing. Letting them watch as I rip their organs out of their cut open stomachs. Oh the agony on their faces! The horror! It would be a blast! I guess the only things in that world that could have felt what I am feeling now would be the demons. 

They're probably treated like trash, just as I was. Like they are something lesser. Something insignificant. 

"It seems I was right about you..." (Mysterious Girl's Voice)

Oh, looks like you can hear my thoughts. No point of saying anything out loud then. If I even can. Anyway, I suppose you are a god of some sort? Maybe Illia, the of so gracious god of love worshipped by those scumbags?

"No my child. I am Monalee. I suppose that those insects told you that I was an evil god? That I was in the wrong?" (Monalee)

Hmm, now that I think about it I do remember hearing that pope talking about you. If Illia is the god of the sun, life, and all the 'happy' things, then I suppose you are her polar opposite?

"You would be half correct. I am the god of the moon, death, and sorrow. We do share the same ideals though, such as the preservation of the races we stand for. The humans are very egotistical and ignorant. They believe that they rule above all others. They treat all other races like they are tools." (Monalee)

Then you represent the demons? They must be different than the human scumbags, right?

"Very much so in fact. I represent not only the demons, but also the beast people. They are sick and tired of the human rulings. The demons have been pushed back to the desolate lands with little resources. The humans hog all of the winnings for themselves, and even have social classes. While the demons do have classes to certain standards, it is mostly power-ranking. There is little discrimination between power rankings because they have been told by me that everyone has the power they have for a reason. One may be weak but intelligent. There are a few that have both traits, but they end up lacking in something different, such as leadership. Nobody is perfect."

What about the beast people? I wasn't told about them. However, from the world that I come from and the books that include these races, they genuinely consist of people with attributes along with dogs, cats, bunnies/rabbits, and lizards. They also end up in the major slave trading industry. 

"Yes... unfortunately the beast people are highly valued by the humans because of their looks. The women are just sex tools while most of the men are killed off. The beast tribes live in the forests near the demons, and co-exist with them."

I see...

But, why may I ask. Why are you talking to me? Is it because of my interest to annihilate the humans? I am a human myself, and I'm sure that the others wouldn't take too kindly to a human being on their side - even if I was your 'messenger'. While I don't doubt that you can bring me back to life, I don't have any powers. 

I wasn't blessed like those others, only only had the stats from my home-world. The only out of the ordinary stat being my endurance which was caused by the constant harassment and beatings I went through each day.

"Well, I have taken a liking to you. Your soul has the capacity to contain such hate after death, and your resentment towards your own race, the race that we of the demon-race hate the most, is remarkable. I purposely conflicted with Illia's attempt to bless you, however even if she did she did not make any attempts to give you the power you were seeking for. She feared you would use it against the humans. 

I on the other hand am willing to give you something very special. I am willing to give you a blessing that contains a large portion of my power to make you my messenger of death. My Harbinger of Death. Your 'stats' as you call them will only grow as you gain experience through your travels. You will also gain a special ability or weapon you will be aware of when you are put back into the human realm." (Monalee)

That is more than I could have imagined. It's as though my revenge plan is being laid out in front of me. However, won't I still be human?

"I can change that upon your 'reincarnation'. You'll be revived to my world where you died. You will become my Harbinger and you will become a full fledged demon. However, your appearances will change. You will see once you wake up and I guarantee it will be to your liking." (Monalee)

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

Hehehe... This is too good.

Alright. Master. I shall see through to meet your expectations. 

"What a nice ring to it... 'Master'. I like it. Very well my Harbinger. upon your revival, continue downwards to the end of the dungeon. There will be a teleportation rune to escape. Fight your way out, harness your powers, and along the way you will gain new ones. 

Rise to the top and show the world what death truly is. Kill all those who deny me, yet save those who believe. You will be able to see their souls and see the truth of their beings. 

Go my Harbinger. Rise." (Master)

Lucas smirked before a dark light enveloped him. He could now take revenge. He now would have the power to suppress the true evil in this world, and he was no longer a part of it. He now could be proud to be of a race. A race that wasn't run by greed, but by unity and a common goal. 

He was no longer the kid that was kicked around. The weakling who was pushed and denied existence. 

He was finally accepted, and his master showed him kindness and understanding that none had showed before. 

The ability to see what truly lies within one's soul, huh? I guess she knew I was the right one for the job.

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Suddenly, there was a shock in my chest. The blackness slowly faded away like washing oil off a window. My vision came back gradually until I could see exactly where I was. 

I looked around and marveled at the place I was. For someone who was thrown off of a bridge I sure ended up in a better place than I thought. 

I was surrounded by rocks everywhere, but what made these rocks special was the white glow they had. It made them look so beautiful, and they even lit up the area so I could see. Upon closer inspection, they were even shiny. Shiny enough to be considered a mirror. 

I walked up to the stones after remembering that my appearance supposedly changed. I was very impressed with my appearance. 

I was now a little over 1.8 meters (5.10ft) in height. I used to be 1.5m so this is a large difference for me. I had a very dense muscle tone. My body was definitely made to handle agility and quick kills instead of tanking. My skin tone was a gray color. It looked just a few shades away from becoming black. 

On my skin were red markings. They could be said to be tattoos though, since they were symmetrical and all along my body. They stretched up my arms, on my neck, chest, legs, and my face. My face thankfully didn't have much, but I did look handsome. Much, much better than what I used to look like. The red tattoos came up to around my cheek bones on each side before ending.

The part of my body that I liked the most besides my muscles and abs were my horns. I had 5 horns that curved upward on my skull. They formed a crown and made me look like a godly being, which I guess I am. 

After examining myself, I realized that my clothes were pretty much gone. Most was torn due to my size increase, and all that remained was the underwear that I had. Thankfully I had the stretchy elastic kind that could increase in size, and that they were the boxer-brief versions. It kind of looked like I had bicycle shorts on so I was just glad I wasn't naked. I doubt I'd find any corpses to rob down here.

With my appearances in check, I decided to check my stats. I remembered that those douchebags' stats were all averaged around 200 with the most being around 350 in a single stat, so I was eager to see mine. 

"Let's see some improvements!"

With an expecting stare I opened up the stats and my jaw dropped at what I saw next:

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Status WindowName:LucasLevel:1Occupation:Harbinger of DeathRoleHumanity's EndTitle: 'Savior of Demonkind' from Monalee, the Goddess of the MoonStrength780Speed756Vitality690Endurance870Magic Power750Stamina902