Athena: An elven goddess that is loved by all.

Loki: A childish god that loves to play pranks on people.

Venus: A beautiful goddess who uses her powers to spread love and warmth to the world.

Atlas: A powerful god who uses his immense strength to protect those nearest to him.

And then there’s the Demon King, a creature who’s fear by all for his name is associated with most of the world tragedies.

But who exactly is the Demon King. Is he as evil as they say, or did the world misjudge him? What exactly are his intentions? Why do the other Entities fear him?

There are many mysteries surrounding the Demon King, but one thing is for certain, wherever he goes, death and destruction follow.

Chapter 5

Awakening

I jolted forward desperately gasping for air like I just swam through the deepest depth of the ocean. My body trembles violently as the horrific nightmare I barely escape from play in my head. No, that wasn’t a dream, it definitely happened. I really did die.

Without realizing it, I began rubbing my chest, unconsciously looking for the wound that killed me. My thoughts froze when my hand sank into something soft.

“Huh?” A high pitch yet sweet voice escaped from my mouth, although I was too preoccupied to worry about it. My mind was too busy trying to figure out why there was two perfectly shaped mounds on my chest.

“T-Tits?!” I try to stand up but my legs crumple from my weight. With my legs failing to support me, I fell headfirst onto the floor.

“Ouch, that hurts.” I quickly cover my mouth to stop my voice from spilling out.

What the hell is going? My voice got higher, I can feel my hair touching my back and I got lumps growing on my chest, it’s almost like I became a….

My mind went blank as I slowly look down at myself.

“No, it couldn’t be…” My hands shook nervously as they slid down my body towards my crotch.

“It’s gone…” I stare blankly at nothing as I frantically patted my body down looking for my missing male identity.

Nothing, not only is my junior missing, but even my horns are gone. What did those bastards do to me? No, what did I do to myself? I vaguely remember doing something after I died. I went to see Anna and then, Wait, where’s Anna?

The chair I fell out of was the one I had her resting in. Not only that, but this nightgown I’m wearing looks identical to hers, even the strap that is sliding down my arm is just like hers.

“Could it be…” I turn my attention towards a mirror that hung on a wall. Fear began to well inside me as I tried to imagine what will look back at me when I approach it. No, what scares me more is the fact I will never be able to reach it.

The hell was that? It felt like someone else was talking in my head. Ahh, I’m not going to get any answers unless I get up.

Since my legs refuse to listen to me, I lean on the chair’s armrest and push myself back onto my feet. I quickly hug the wall to stop myself from falling back down.

I feel awful. My legs are wobbly and weak, my arms feel heavy and for some reason even though I just woke up, I’m incredibly exhausted. The only thing stopping me from falling is the overwhelming joy I felt when I stood up. Like a child learning how to walk, every step I took felt like an achievement.

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This has to be a dream. Not only does my body feel completely foreign, but even my own thoughts and emotions don’t feel like they belong to me.

With unease building inside me, I continue to awkwardly move forwards until I could see myself in the mirror. A beautiful girl with pale skin and scarlet eyes looked directly back at me through a mirror.

“Anna?” Both of us look forward to get a better look at each other.

This body is definitely Anna, at least I think it is. The shape and nightgown are definitely hers, but Anna doesn’t have scarlet eyes, and the fact that was one my prominent features. Not only that, but Anna’s light brown hair has become pitch black just like mines.

Did we fuse together? When I died and gave a piece of my soul to her, instead of reviving her liked I hope my soul took over her body.

So much for being a god. I possess a power that threatens nations if not the entire world. And a soul that can be revived from the dead. But no, reviving one girl from the dead is going a bit too far, huh? “Fuck me.” The girl in the mirror covers her mouth and shies away from the mirror.

I can’t help but feel weird hearing a gentle and lovely voice talk like me. This definitely going to take some time getting used to.

“Wait, if I’m inside Anna’s body, then where the hell is mines at?” I look up at the ceiling which was filled with holes from the all the swords the samurai threw at me.

I don’t hear the homewreckers anymore did they leave after killing me? Those bastards I bet they’re celebrating right now. I can see it now, the pretentious blonde sitting in the bar proudly bragging how he landed the final blow on me as a bunch of girls fawn over him.

“Damn it, I just had to go easy on him, didn’t I?” I let out a heavy sigh and try to shake the irritating thought out of my head. “Let’s get the hell out of here.” I reach for the latch on the ceiling only to grab nothing but air.

“Eh?” I looked up to see my hand is nowhere near close to the latch.

I shrunk quite a bit. In my body, I could easily climb out of this hole, although in Anna’s it seems I got to jump to reach the latch. I rather not though, since my legs are wobbly as a drunkard who thought they could drown their problems away. Since I sacrifice myself to save this body, I might as well fully commit and continue protecting it until I figure out what to do next.

I drag the chair which I woke up in earlier and climb onto it.

This is humiliating. I need a chair just so that I can boost myself out of a hidden room. Thank goodness Athena isn’t here. Who knows how she would react if she saw me like this, “Oh my, is the little Demon King stuck in a hole? Don’t worry; I’ll help you out. After all, you’re my little brother, oh, I guess you’re my little sister now.”

“I’m not your fucking sister!!” The trap door flew into the air with one well-placed punch.

“What….?” Completely taken aback, I look down at my hand to see it was shrouded in a white aura.

Is this Anna’s energy? It’s so small like a flickering flame trying it’s best to stay lit, well, she has been dead for hundreds of years, the fact that I can muster up this much energy in this state is quite impressive. Wait, if I’m using Anna’s power then does that mean my power didn’t transfer into this body? I guess I’ll find out once I get out of here.

I desperately tried to climb out the hole to inspect my body. Tried, my body dangles helplessly in the air as I look for the strength to pull myself up.

“Looks like I have no choice huh?” I pour what little energy this body had left in my arms and slowly lift myself up. It seems punching the door off its hinges took most of Anna’s strength, because even with the added strength I imbue into my arms, it took an incredible amount of effort just to get myself over the edge.

“Haa made it!” I let out a sigh of relief the moment I got the upper half of my body over the edge. Exhausted I collapse into a pile of shattered swords that litter the ground.

I weakly lift my head up to see an obnoxiously bright sword where my body supposed to be.

“It’s gone…” Normally, I'm not surprised by this. My body is made of energy. If its body is destroyed, it’ll go wherever my soul went and recreate itself. But since I woke up in Anna’s body, I thought it would still be here.

Does that mean Anna completely absorb me? If so I guess that explains why I’m still alive, and how Anna’s body inherit some of my traits.

“So I’m Anna now, huh?” I stare blankly at my now small hands trying to absorb everything that happened to me.

Not only did I let myself get killed by a bunch of pretentious assholes, but I failed to save the girl I’ve been protecting for thousands of years. I feel like I should be more upset, but right now I’m just upset at the fact that I’m not really upset that I didn’t save Anna. I guess it because I don’t think she’s dead. Well, at least not anymore.

When I woke up in this body, I felt a strange array of emotions. Like uncertainty that I would never reach the mirror, happiness when I manage to stand up, and this feeling of awe when I stare out this window.

The setting sun casts an amber glow on the ruin kingdom cover in foliage and the forest that lies beyond it.

I have seen this view a million times before, and yet right now I can’t help but stare breathlessly at it like it’s my first time seeing it. These are your emotions aren’t they Anna? You're alive inside me somewhere. If so then tell me...

“What the hell do we do next?”