Demonic Advent: Multiversal

Arc 1(Prologue Arc)

Chapter 1: I died...?

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??? Pov

My name is Douglas, son of a millionaire. I was born on 2nd February. I am Japanese by birth growing up in the United States.

You might think being the son of a millionaire is fun and all, and sometimes it is, yeah. But I cannot find happiness in this family. It was simply...a dead relationship.

Except for my grandad.

As a japnese, sure, I was angry and rightfully so at the Hiroshima and Nagasaki incidents, but I've come to accept it.

Because...

...My grandpa is a war veteran, very miserable if you ask me. He was a Japanese soldier and he hated the US more than I could ever, but he had always taught me to not follow his path. Which I did. Now I don't bully kids here in America anymore, hahaha!

About grandpa, I always loved his stories, so I would listen to them all night and would always get scolded by both my parents and my teachers for sleeping in the class. No matter how much scolding they threw at me, I was stubborn as a mule.

I admire grandpa, he is strong. He is the epitome of manliness and ruthlessness. He teaches me how to fight and how to endure, how to survive, how to shoot, everything he knows, he teaches me.

However, there is a bit of a funny history with him; funny if you think about it, sad if you could sympathize, I guess. I never sympathized to it.

Long ago, my grandpa was part of the Kitayama Corps during the Pacific War.

Maybe the war has done him in, he went in a cheerful and ambitious person and came out a broken machine. He didn't seem to care about anything, he was truly a war veteran. Trauma, PTSD, stress, he was riddled with all sorts of mental illnesses.

I don't know how, and I don't even wanna know how, but he managed to marry a normal woman and lived a 'normal' life, but we all know that nothing can be normal anymore for a war veteran.

His son feared him, his wife avoided him, his very own son would beg his mother so that he wouldn't be there at school events because he was scary. He had emphasized many times that it was at that moment he knew, just how fucked up his life had become.

He didn't spare his efforts in trying to mend his relations, he knew it was pointless. After all, he was a mindless, emotionless killer. Time went on and even I would be told to stay away from him.

However, I disobeyed my parents for the first time that day when I tasted grandpa's sweet apples. I became attached to him. I think, at some point, he was slowly getting attached to me as well.

I think that was the time I began changing from a bright and cheerful child to a little twisted and not-right-in-the-head child. However, I'm thankful for that. After all, I would be living in hell if I hadn't changed then.

The existence I despised the most in this world, the one thing I would do anything to destroy everytime it came into being. Just the mention of that cunt...its making me seething with anger! Fuck, the sheer disgust I feel is enough to make me go insane!

That bastard, if that son of a fucker wasn't killed by my own hands, I would've hunted that him till the end of time, until I rip his loved ones to shreds in front of him, and torture him the most painful way possible!

He...no, it toyed with my younger brother, so bad that he lost his sense of pain and any common sense that was in him, it would've been better to kill him, but it put him in a state worst than that.

When I found out, it devastated me. I went through lengths to investigate, and then I found out who did it. It was that woman. What brother would I be if I didn't kill the bastard who the police wouldn't do shit about?

However, it was easier said than done, since it was a master manipulator, so it wasn't lacking pawns, no, it had many. However, I hunted them down, all of them. In the end, I was captured while torturing it, the bastard who killed my younger brother, the bastard who killed my grandpa, the bastard who turned my life into a game of rabbit chase.

However, the best satisfaction was seeing his despair when I peeled off it's skin and threw it into a pit of salt. He was squirming like a pig. Hahaha, scorch to death and burn in hell, bastard!

I was thrown in jail for being suspected to the murder of a detective. However, they didn't notice it's dead body. Nevertheless, my sentence remained unchanged. 5 years. And today was the day I got out.

*Cough!* *Cough!*

*Splat!*

"Ugh...what led to this situation again? I can't quite remember...was it a gun? My guts' all gushed out, so it can't be a gun. What is it?"

Ah...my mind is hazy, and I feel pain in my head, is my Brain still okay up there? I don't know...I can see all my insides, including my guts, which came out; I can also see my rib cage, beating heart, moving lungs, and spinal cord. What kind of fight did I get myself into? Oh well...I will probably die very soon, I guess it's finally time to meet grandpa...judgement they said...

"Kuhahahahaha, judgement, for me?! Don't fuck with me, I didn't do anything wrong, I just sent those bastards to hell where they come from, I didn't do anything wrong!! I'm not the one who needs judgement, they are!! Arghhhh!!"

Ahhh...I feel numb...my consciousness...its fading...

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Narrator POV

Just like that, Douglas passed. He 90% expected to wake up in Hell, not in a hospital. Beside him are various medical tools you could find in a hospital, and as he was musing, the door opened and a doctor came from the door.

They had a bit of a stare-down before the doctor coughed and said, "*Ahem* Child, are you alright? Any problems or pain within your body? Something like stiff muscles, dry throat, or throbbing head? Well, according to your expression, I assume it's a no."

"...I'm fine. However, I don't know what happened to me for me to be in a hospital." Douglas replied, expecting to get some answers, and thought to himself,

'I assumed I died and some miracle probably happened since I'm sure I can't survive that, and just moving my body takes extreme concentration. So, I assume this is due to being fatigued, or it could also be that I'm just unfamiliar with this body, which makes sense. And him calling me a child clears my doubt. The time of my body has been reversed, to back when I was a kid.'

"Ah, yes, good question." The doctor answered. "You were suddenly brought by a stranger who claimed that he hit you with his truck and your head was severely injured, so we had to do emergency surgery. Alas, the driver was given a choice, that is, if he would pay the compensation in cash, or he would take care of you. There's the possibility of going to prison too, but somehow he wasn't brought to the court. Some shady stuff going on, I can smell it. Anyway, he decided to take care of you, so you should greet your new guardian."

"Huh...? That doesn't sound right. Don't I have a family?" Douglas said, but then he noticed. His body is way smaller than it should be and it doesn't feel like his. Something he cannot comprehend yet is going on.

'Its better to be cautious.' He thought to himself, and said out loud, "Ah, yes, I can't remember my family, so I probably don't have one. However, shouldn't you check my body or something? To see if there are any abnormality? You're a doctor, right?"

"Yes, from the background check that was conducted, you don't have a family. You don't even exist, well, in black and white, at least." The doctor replied with wonder as well, since this is the first time he encountered a situation like this.

"As for your body, we trust our Surgeons and healers enough to not check for any abnormalities. Do you not want to be taken in by the driver? Is it that you prefer an orphanage? If so, just say the word."

'Huh? No matter how skilled a Surgeon is, the Doctors in charge always checks for any abnormalities, have I been sent into the far future?' Douglas thought to himself, and he replied, "Uhh...No, I prefer being adopted. Also, thank you for your time doctor, and the information as well."

"Don't mention it, kid." The doctor kindly reassured Douglas. "You should meet your new guardian soon since your body is all well now, and you don't seem to have a problem. He's right outside the hospital, you should be able to recognize him immediately. Anyway, I still have other things to do, so I'll take my leave now."

"Right, have a good day, doctor..."

Douglas jumped down from the hospital bed after the doctor left and looked at himself in a nearby mirror. He had the same appearance as before, grey shoulder-length hair and diabolic red eyes.

'Hum...still the same as before, but my hair is much shorter, which is expected. Well, I'll sort out my situation later, for now, let's go meet this new guardian of mine. Right, I should also change into better clothing, this hospital gown feels too unfamiliar for my taste.' Douglas thought to himself and made up his mind.

'That aside, I wonder what the world is like now, how far into the future have I jumped? However, it might also not be the case, maybe I ended up in some strange civilization.'

After putting on the weirdly convenient cloth that was there, Douglas walked out of the room. Since he doesn't know anything about the hospital, it took some time to find the exit. Once he got out, just as the doctor said, he immediately recognized his new guardian. Because he was the only person around, which, in itself, is very weird.

'Hah...he is the type that grandpa hates the most, the kind of perfect boyfriend. He has the looks, black hair, and aqua eyes. He is fairly muscular, which can be noticed even though he wears clothes. I heard from my grandpa that girls like muscular men.'

The guy was listening to music with an earphone, so he didn't notice Douglas staring at him, probably too focused on the Phone he is carrying to sense him. Even if he didn't pay attention to his phone, he would still have a hard time sensing Douglas should he wish so, since he is trained heavily by his grandpa.

That is, if the person in front of him was normal, but that was for the future to uncover.

"Hello? Can you hear me?" Douglas tried initiating a conversation.

"Hm? Oh, it's you, kid! Sorry about the accident, truly!!" His apology seemed sincere, so Douglas forgave him, not that he held any remorse to begin with. Everything was a mess right now, and all he wanted was a good rest to sort out everything.

"Don't worry about it, I don't hold a grudge anymore. So, you're my new guardian?"

"Thank you for forgiving me, kid. And yes, I am. My name is Cain, nice to meet you, kid." The man, Cain, introduced himself.

"Hm. My name is Douglas." Douglas followed suit and introduced himself. "So, where to, Mr. Cain? I don't think we'll be living out in the streets."

"...What kind of person do you think I am to live in the streets? Anyway, no need to be so formal, just call me Cain, alright?"

"Alright, Cain. I look forward to living with you."

"Mhmm, likewise, Doug."

"Already a nickname?" Douglas chuckled a bit. He at least hoped Cain would have a decent transportation. Not a truck.