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It's good to wake up.

Ever thought of going to sleep and never waking up? Well I have. let me tell ya, It's unpleasant. More so when you re-live some of your worst memories. The first moment after you wake up you 

try to recall where you are and if you are still inside a dream. It's seems even more surreal after  you survived a punch from a 3 meters tall asshole that could carve a fucking cave In hell? Well I have. Let me tell ya. It's fantastic. I'm alive! And I'm glad to be alive.

I'm alive and  This shit hole isn't hell. Just another world. There are people here. Demons ,elves and all the kind of bitches you just might want to tear apart. I should have thought of it sooner. I just thought that I was given the option to breath so I can suffucate, Blood so I can bleed my life out. In hindsight it was quite silly of me.

What is a point of giving the dead blood? Making them breath. Bestow them lungs. The kind that function. I still kinda think this is some kind of a sick twisted joke of karma as I saw myself as a demon. From that day that is. I saw myself as a monster and now... I really am one. This isn't a cause totgrieve, but celebrate. The day I realised what the fuck I am.

"I. Am. A. Monster!!!!"

What came out of my throat was a low growl. It sounded old and rough but better then the first time I talked here.

But the most astounding thing was that I seemed to have grown taller. Bigger. Stronger. If I need to make a guess I'm at the height of an average human being. "You. Can. Suck .my huge .demonic. Cock. Jennette".

Hahahahaha!!!!

"Buwahahahahahaha"

I looked down and examined myself from my toes up. Red skin, buffed up, I would need to get used to this big fella. Its even bigger then old johnson.

My manner of speech has changed as well. I don't seem to care for curses as much as I used to...

why didn't I curse more often in my old life? I frown but don't mind it as much.

 Maybe I should look what I got except for a new body.

As I close my eyes I open them 2 minutes later. A knowing smile plays on my face.

I see how it's going to go.

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Not John:

I am not Vorse i have his memories but not so much as of John's .

Who is Vorse? The mid rank ogre, the shitty red gorilla that tried to kill John.

I'm neither, I guess. I'm me!

Vorse is probably dead. You can't describe me as his old ego. But I don't feel like John either.

I am I and only I can be me. And the rest are history.

When john took in that demon's soul and some of his knowledge came flowing but  not just the knowledge or memories.  some aspects of his ego merged with those of john's. The downside for that is I'm not really a part of John but just an appended ego that is functioning thanks to relying on his soul. So iI migh be considered a parasite, a new thing that grew in these few hours. Currently the real me is not independent so I have to rely on many of john's soul parts. This doesn't sit well with me.

I should find a way to make my ego the main one and so I went outside.

I should hunt some of my brother's and sisters. It didn't take me long to find some of the imps. Their souls were delicious. It was great. The hunt was fun, Exhilarating even. Since I started to devour the soul instantly the changes were expected to be instant as well but it wasn't the case. The more I ate the more powerful I became but my soul refused to grow. I started to strengthen my body in accordance with a body strengthening technique or some bullshit along those lines. thanks to the soul of Vorse I learned a lot of new neat stuff. The problem is I'm getting tired very fast. So very tired...

Something isnt right here...

A sound of something falling was heard. Soon after snoring filled the vacancy.

John's point of view-

I was awake the entire time. I could see hear and even understand thought that weren't my own. That was unpleasant. The thing that took control of me can be described as nothing more then a cancerous tumor in my soul. I had some time to think and analyse what was happening to me and so I used the new knowledge imparted by the demon named Vorse. My soul looked like a sphere where 2 tiny globs were appended to it. One was dead. Nothing more then a bunch of memories but no activity. The other one had almost nothing but kept on increasing in size and showed alot of activity. 

Cancer. A bunch of cells that keep on multiplying without pause. Destroying the serrounding tishue in the process. ThisTwas the soul's equivalent.

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It was still small but I don't want him to fight back so I gone to "power save mode" and ran a process to pause the cancers development and even reverse it, in the meantime my soul will feed on him. I intentionally made it a slow process so he won't notice and once he does it will be already too late. I have weakened his hold on me enough so I can take back control. Soon he became tired and fell asleep. I turned power save mode off and my soul returned to normal activity. I quickly disposed of the cancer using a spell... Technique....

Whatever it was it did the trick.  I quickly made short work of what ever was left from Vorse. 

I was now completely fine and yet i felt something is wrong in the soul.

I gazed at the darkest spot of the soul. The part pertaining to the memory that I killed Jennette.

This is... This is almost poetic. Murder corrupts the soul. I don't think it will be this literal. I knew that in the old world what I did was wrong but it was necessary for my family. Scratch that it was selfish and necessary for myself. Even when I stopped minding it in recent years it was because I realised that if you won't look up to yourself no one else would. 

  I remembered Jennette every day. Even cherished the pain because I knew it was an indication that somewhere deep inside I was still me. Which surprisingly is more accurate then I thought.

I apologized and asked for forgiveness too many times. I asked for that which I didn't deserve from someone that couldn't forgive. I kept doing that and even went to church. Praying to God a final last time as I waited for a miracle. I remembered it took me sometime to realise it. A few years to be exact. Enough time to see a daughter being born. I realised that it was an accident. That I didn't deserve to receive forgiveness and as such I should stop asking for it and make peace with what happened. That although she didn't deserve to die. I didn't deserve to either. Perhaps it could have ended differently but that no longer matters. I wasn't a murderer, wasn't a monster. 

I just fought you in a war you started and allowed to escalate when you saw that stupid disc-on-key.

A sigh resounded. Tho it sounded more like a lion purring. 

The cancer opened an old wound that long ago healed but left a twisted scar. A soft spot.and then took root there.

Well...a demon that thinks that he can take advantage of that is a dead demon.

I decided to keep it and sworn to never allow it to corrupt me again. I needed to remember for it what led me to the person I am now. More accurately speaking despite that memory I fought on and became the person I am now. The spot remained as dark as it was.

The demon. I was able to kill that ass.

I felt weaker yet stronger then ever. I felt free like I could accomplish anything that I wanted. Tears of joy flowed down my face. It was hard, painful. I felt so violated. I ate his fucking soul it seems almost hilarious for me to say I felt violated.

 I think I know what happened. As I devoured the old demon I didn't know what to do and further more I lost consciousness. I couldn't properly digest the soul and I seemed to swallow it whole.  I didn't chew and didn't digest it properly so some of its characteristics and personality were integrated in my own soul. That became the dark infection that soon spread across my soul. Or to put it more accurately they're the reason the small infected area that started to appear earlier spread so rapidly. If you purify or "digest" the soul properly you can avoid these problems. It's quite easy when you get the hang of it. That said there are several ways to become stronger. You can increase your body strength and mass. Like Vorse did. You can increase your soul mass, brilliance or whatever it's made of, by using soul devourer.

The problem is that you are polluting your soul with others' soul. You won't be the same individual. Those that practice this usually see a massive increase in power early on. But if I got it right the soul destabilises and self destruct. Not recommended. Few of the demons had enough knowledge pertaining to the soul. 

I got it threw the system. 

And so time ticked by.

I continued to strengthen myself threw some of the teachings that Vorse knew. Some were fundamentally incorrect. I went to Vorse's lair and started to rumage threw his stuff. I was not disappointed. Some of the things that he took over the years were very helpful. Books in languages that I didn't know but soon gained knowledge pertaining towards them. Slowly I learned how to read and write in this world's tongue, and perform magic. I grew stronger every day. Imps were my standard hunt. Or Some other poor demon. I came across a process to make myself stronger or superior to other demons. An evolution of sorts.

The majority of my options were standard. Some were better then the others since they suited me better. Only 2 had what I wanted. But neither were humanoid. I found them quite disgusting really. The first option was something that looked like a something taken from a child's nightmare. It had 2 short legs that could support him standing upwards. 2 long twisted arms that could reach the ground when he stood on both of its legs. Several horns sprouted from its head that formed a crown shape Around the head. It was a very strong demon. Probably my strongest option. The problem? 

 it has two heads and it can no longer evolve further because his soul is so twisted it can no longer grow. It won't self destruct but it's function is very limited. I don't want to live the rest of my life with that thing. Worse, the other head might do something I regret. The second option was a bit un assuming. A small imp with a normal face. It had elongated fingers and a strong connection to magic. It's specialty is the soul and making deals. It depended on making deals to steal the souls of mortal men and strengthen his own. Very high potential. It was the weakest option but with the most potential. Its having a good affinity towards magic was also a plus to me as it will help me with developing a way to go find my wife's soul. Wherever it may be. I shrank to 1.5 meters tall. My horns grew sharper and my body changed a shade to white. The fingers were the length of my entire forarm. I used a spell to look at mhself from a different angle. My face was that of a younger me. I wonder how it worked. If you had a form of your face the system grants you a face to match? I don't know but it's a small bonus. Also I got quite a few new spells.

Spells are nothing more then complex algorithms that can be formed inside your body. Using your Innate mana and the soul. to manipulating the mana that surrounded you. If you have more control you can accomplish a stronger effect of a stronger spell all together. The soul uses these algorithms to effect reality with its power. The aura that surrounds your soul is the natural mana that stick to you or the mana that your soul produces. Basically a stronger soul equals a stronger control, more mana and higher process thinking. 

It all boils down to the soul. I need to make it bigger.

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 In the distance a shriek could be heard.

A faceless demon died, falling to ground without any life in him. Another demon was standing over the corpse. It was none other than John.

 Currently I was devouring and purifying the demon's soul. Then I ate it, absorbing it threw a spell i derived from several books. I studied the purification process so what happened yesterday won't happen again. Today's meal was a standard faceless demon. I really hope that cannibalism won't have effects in the long run but I guess a guy needs to eat.

Well...

Bon appetit...