"The crown thinks you're a worthy candidate for the throne, but it all ultimately comes down to me." The lady sitting on the throne before me, claiming to be the Witch Queen, suddenly tells me that she will vet my candidacy or whatever she meant by that.
The Witch Queen stares right deep into my fractured soul, which still doesn't seem to have an accurate shape of my current body or my old one. I looked like a weird amalgamation of two incompatible bodies because I had a girl's body with the head of a boy, specifically my old face and hair.
After the Witch Queen finishes staring me down, the floor opens from below me again, causing me to fall under it as the Witch Queen follows right behind me while speaking in a tongue I can't understand for once, as if I had suddenly forgotten the language of the new world.
"What are you!? WOAAAH!" Thousands of my old and new memories start playing all at once at the same time. As I fall through all of them, I can feel how my soul is slowly ripped to shreds, forcing my shape to take another form even stranger than before, with literally half of my body turning into that of my old self, followed by my new Yoimiya body.
"You still haven't come to terms with your reincarnation, but that's not it, right? You're hiding more." The Witch Queen looks at me once again, this time piercing my soul in a literal way, causing my body to take the shape of another girl, one that I hadn't remembered at all. I had no recollection of that shape.
My new shape was that of a little girl around age twelve with a short haircut like that of a Jew inside a concentration camp or something of the sort. "So that this is your original soul, I wonder why you don't seem to remember." The Witch Queen looks at me once again, this time breaking the floor once again, this time dropping through a white-covered hole.
{Somewhere in Germany 1935}
"Mom, why do we have to wear these things?" I ask someone who materializes out of nowhere and ends up being a young lady around her late twenties with long brown hair and a very modest dress. I, for once, had long hair again and also the body of a girl again, yet something felt odd.
I felt watched, which caused me to look around before the lady before me spoke once again. "It's the Fuhrer's decree; it's just a little patch, and it doesn't seem too bad on you." The lady, who I assumed had been my mother at some point, pats my head, which comforts me, yet as soon as I feel some sort of security, I see an old lady looking at me from across the road.
Cars were running all over the street, and more were parked alongside the edges of the same street. Yet, the lady simply began to walk forward without a care for the cars crossing, making me assume she would get run over, but she did not get run over at all; in fact, she simply walked right through the moving cars like it was no big deal.
"It seems as though you're neither Yoimiya nor Christoper. Yet even I can't read your real name, how curious," The old hag says as she finishes crossing the road, suddenly hitting me with the reality that this whole place was simply some sort of memory of mine, but it felt all too real; it made me question my entire existence.
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"Why are you here?" I yell at the old lady, who doesn't seem to be visible to my mother or anyone else for that matter since nobody reacted to the old lady crossing the street like that in the first place. "Are you okay? There's nobody there." My mother asks me while I point at the old hag, who smiles at me.
{Requiem: Dies irae - Verdi (arrangement)}
"WOAH!" The ground opens up again right below my feet again, this time with the old lady smiling the whole time, falling alongside me in a more controlled fashion, of course. The hole to which I fall this time is dark and grim, nothing like the previously white calm path I had taken for the memory of my mother.
The scenery changes again. This time, it was me again, the new me; it was Yoimiya's body, but it wasn't one of my memories at all but the memories of a baby walking through the house while a dark substance watched over her the whole time, yet the kid in the memory simply treats the dark blob like a little imaginary friend.
"You seem to think your reincarnation had anything to do with your dark magic powers, but the truth seems to be that you simply took over a body with a natural talent for it; in other words, you were the prophecy child." The Witch Queen appears once again right before my tiny little body as she plays around with the black blob as well.
"Give him back! I want it!" My body responded to her taking away my little toy thing with a voice and decision-making that wasn't my own, and then everything shifted into a little older version of myself around the age I got reincarnated into the body of the little girl named 'Yoimiya.'
"I wonder how you even came to be since Dark magic chose you; it would be impossible for you to have taken this body unless." The Witch Queen points her finger at me again, pushing me against some sort of invisible wall behind me, causing me to break the wall and transform again into the shape of Christoper at the time of death.
"Die you german scumbag!" The soviet soldier screams as he pushes his entire weight over me, finally piercing me entirely. The shock slows everything down for me as I scan my surroundings, seeing all the destruction as I die.
I can feel my heart stopping. I can feel my body shutting down as I bleed out profusely with the soviet soldier having a field day on me with his bayonet over and over again. STOP IT! I'M ALREADY DEAD! STOP UGH! He keeps on stabbing me again and again until I pass out with the one last strike directly to the face.
The soldier then spits on my body as he leaves the area to fight. My body then gets thrown into the same ditch I fell in after being shot, and my consciousness vanishes into nothing. In this state, I can see the entire city as I ascend.
Yet something was different this whole time: an old lady watched over me the entire time from above and laughed while she saw me die. My soul soon arrived at the place where everything took place, where I once met with the demon for the first time, which caught the attention of the Witch Queen.
"You!" "YOU!" "Another chance," "Chance," "Innocent death," "Second try," "Reincarnation," "Not suitable for the afterlife," "Quest," "Must defeat!" "Become," "Overlord," "Overlord!" "They always lose!" "LOSE!" I was even more scared as the creatures whispered in my ear with creepy ghost-like voices and diabolical tones.
The scene was a perfect copy one to one, which caused the Witch Queen to pause the entire scene to analyze the demon blob, which looked like a dark cloud around me now that I could see everything from a 3rd perspective. "Who in the hell is that? I've never seen such a creature before."
The Witch Queen stares at the demon thing, and then she says it perplexedly. "Uriel? Why does he care what happens in other worlds? I thought he didn't care." The demon suddenly reacts to the presence of the Witch Queen as if it can sense that it is being watched, even though it is all a memory.
"What are you doing here, Witch?" The demonic voices suddenly turn down a little bit, sounding less threatening, to which the Witch Queen responds with a simple yet short answer. "Performing an Audit." The demon figure gets a physical shape out of the darkness of the clouds around it.
End of part 2 until part 3 ;P