Chapter 1: The Devil Has Red Eyes
As I felt my body burning in the fire, I couldn't think about anything. Since I was a child, I never felt any kind of pain or discomfort. As a pretty reckless man myself, that meant innumerous visits to hospitals every year. I always knew that I wasn't going to live long if I kept acting like I usually did, however I never thought I'd in such a horrific manner.
Sigh
—"So, this is it, huh? What a horrific way to die." Damien whispered his 'last words' and closed my eyes.
...
Darkness. Absolute darkness. Not gonna lie, I wasn't a big believer or anything, but if this is the afterlife I'd rather there just being nothing...
Cough
"Ah?" I opened my eyes and blinked a few times.
As I hazily got up from the bed I woke up in. Confused about how I survived and how I wasn't covered in third or fourth degree burns, I reached for the lights.
"Seriously, am I actually not dea-...?!?" As I stared at standing mirror on the corner of the room I froze. Those bloodred eyes that I saw petrified me.
"What...?" As I slowly started to understand the odd situation I was put in I felt a splitting migraine that seemed to have come straight out of hell.
"Did I unknowingly piss off any god...?" Suddenly my mind was filled with memories of a childhood I didn't experience, a mother and a father I've never had, an ex-fiancée I didn't know, and last but not least a name.
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