As my conscience faded into oblivion, I found myself reliving all the memories of my life. 

Memories which I did not wish to recall, memories of regret, pain &suffering, memories of betrayal, I felt all of them emerging within my fading conscience. 

My mother passed away shortly after giving birth to me. Since I had no other relatives, I was raised in the local orphanage.

I soon turned seven. Finally I had something to look forward to. I was going to form my first Sharia Bond but to my shock, I was unable to establish one.I was really sad, my body was not capable of establishing a bond. Incapable of forming one was as good as kissing a normal life good bye.

I was discriminated against by the other kids. No, they did not make fun of me. In fact they pitied me. Apparently incapability was treated as a special case. I felt even more sad.

I was 10 years old now. I was getting bullied by one of the other kids in school lately.The whole situation finally escalated into forceful summoning of my Sharia Bond. The kid ended up peeing in his pants. This was when I came to the realization that I could not establish a bond earlier as I already had one. But I did not recall establishing it.

People started fearing me now. Everyone knew that I had formed a bond, a bond with the Lonely Devil. I was a Chosen One.

The Chosen were a few individuals who had successfully established a bond with one of the seven defenders of fate. Legends spoke otherwise. There were supposed to be ten of them. However no one had yet successfully established a bond with the odd three.

I was being ignored out of fear. The Lonely Devil was the defender known for chaos. People felt that communicating with me would result in bringing chaos to the world in one way or another. They could not even kill me. A chosen one could only be slain by another. If not, then the world would face dire consequences. That’s what had been passed down to us by our ancestors.

I was twelve now. I could sense people feigning ignorance to me. I was terribly pained the last few years but I had grown out of it. Wandering alone in the woods, I had found this Willow tree. Soon I started coming here daily to pass the time. 

Then he came…

My memories flashed by and then there was complete darkness soon followed by complete white. Then my view turned from white to red, then to blue and then to various different colors and then finally back to white.

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The heavenly being stood before me. No…he was everywhere. I could feel his presence all around. He materialized 

before me, a being resembling a human but completely dyed in red.

He said “You were killed by one having no right to kill you. The world will now face the consequences.”

He wasn’t actually speaking to me. In fact he seemed to communicate with thoughts. I could hear him communicating the thought in my own voice.

“How is it possible? I was killed by another Chosen One and Who are you?” I thought back.

“I’m the one you established your bond with. And no, the finishing blow came from a non chosen.” He said.

I felt anger boiling within me. He was the devil, the reason for my pain, my suffering. I instinctively moved to punch him only to fail. My punch passed right through his image. I hated him more than any other. He was responsible for all my pain and suffering. I wanted to reciprocate all of it.

“I know you deeply resent me. After all, I’m the cause of your suffering. But I never intended it to be that way. I only wished for a competent Vassal” he stated.

However I ignored his thoughts and reiterated my attempt to harming him.

After an indefinite period of time of my failed attempt to harm him, I calmed down.

.

“Looks like you're willing to talk now.”

“So what now? I’m dead and there seems to be nothing else to do here. Will I be trapped here for eternity?”

He started to laugh all of a sudden. I again felt angry at him. I knew that interrupting him would make his visit longer so I constricted myself.

“No. You'll be reborn.”

I was pleased with the outcome of this conversation. I would get another chance at life. But the word reborn struck in my thoughts. 

He continued “Yeah, reborn. You'll once again be born as a Chosen One.”

This was expected. I knew that I had traveled in the realm of the unknown and anything which would happen here would be beyond my imagination.

Apparently my conscience was free from the human emotions of panic and shock in here. Thus I could calmly accept these unreal circumstances.

Predicting my thoughts again, he smirked “Don’t worry. This time you won’t be my Vassal.”

Before I could question him any further, I once again found myself fading into oblivion.