SwitchBlad

Remembering how I died was such a pain, but that's what I get for trying to chase a Tanuki. I was reborn, so that's great. What isn't is the fact that I'm in DxD without any way to defend myself. And with an ability that I could do without. What's a man to do? Open a coffee shop! The supernatural doesn't attack people that fix them their morning coffee, right? (Harem, Human MC!)

A diverging paradox, a distant line. Much like you and I, empty beings. I remember someone, who taught me how to speak like a person. They weren't good. And thinking back on it, they certainly didn't enjoy the process. Teaching a heartless being how to talk must've been a challenge. And they weren't so good at talking either. How annoying...DarkOC! GamerOC!