"Where am I?" I asked myself.
"Who am I?"
I was in a void so dark it felt like I was blind.
I tried to move, but I couldn't feel my body.
I was scared and alone.
I don't know where I was or who I was.
In the distance I saw a light, it was coming toward me.
The light was bright, so bright it made my eyes sting-wait, I didn't have eyes, and nothing stung.
I guess it was all in my head, but the light wasn't, it was inching towards me.
The light was warm. It was beautiful. It made me want to go towards it, but I couldn't move no matter what I tried. I tried moving my feet. But to no avail.
I tried moving my arms, and nothing.
But when I tried moving my hands I felt something, it didn't feel like movement; it was an indescribable sensation.
Somehow I began moving forward with my hands—or feet—I didn't know what I was moving. But still, even though I didn't know how I was moving, I still inched forward, towards the light.
I finally reached the light, only for it to float in place.
I inspected it. It was a ball of light, and that was it.
I tried to reach out and grab it, but I didn't have arms.
I then tried to grab it with the… the… the things I was using to move around.
I reached out to grab it, but I didn't see an arm; I… didn't know what I saw.
It was either nothing or everything. It struck fear into my heart, but it also comforted me. I couldn't wrap my head around it.
When I grabbed it… I saw… everything.
It was a flood of memories, not of my own, but of many different people.
The memories flashed in my head. it was overstimulating.
I saw entire lives. From birth to death, I saw death after death after death, each more brutal than the last.
"death"
"Death Death Death Death DEATH!!"
"HaHaHaHaHa!"
"DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!"
It was driving me insane.
It flashed memory after memory. I counted up to 1714 until I lost count.
I was in a constant cycle of suffering.
After what felt like a millennium I was finally reliving the life I had just lost in a memory, laughing through the entire thing, like it was a comedy TV show.
As soon as I reached the end, I heard a voice, a voice of an angel.
A voice so soothing, so beautiful, it made me want to cry, not tears of sadness, but of joy.
The voice was embracing.
The voice cradled me into a deep sleep, or perhaps I was so relaxed that it felt like sleep.
The voice made me forget all the memories that had just driven me to the brink of insanity. But strangely, I still remembered the life I had just lost.
The voice was that of a woman, humming a lullaby.
The voice made me want, no need to open my eyes.
I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids wouldn't cooperate.
I tried again and again but, nothing.
But I did not lose hope.
I summoned all the strength I had, and I managed to squint my eyes barely open.
It was blurry. I could barely see anything.
But I saw a blur that resembled a human face.
I used as much strength as I could muster to focus my eyes upon the face.
What I saw was a woman, the very same that was humming the lullaby. I focused my eyes a bit more and, I saw something on the woman's head, there were two short horns sticking out of her head.
And two fangs peeking out from under her lips.
Her hair was red, the same color as her eyes.
She was gazing at me with a warm smile.
She had this look on her face, like she was looking at the most precious thing in the world.
I realized that she was holding me in her arms.
And it looked like she was sitting on a bed.
Another face appeared beside the woman.
It was a man, with black hair, fangs and long horns protruding out of his head.
He looked at me with the same expression as the woman.
I had pieced it together.
I'd been isekai'd.
And I was a demon.
…
Four months later I started to crawl. I explored every nook and cranny I could. My family spoke a different language, one that I did not recognize, but I have started picking up on some words.
The house we lived in looked like a medieval European peasant's house, so we were poor. The house had two bedrooms, it was shabby to say the least, but it was clean. My mom was a stay at home mom and would clean the house until it sparkled.
My dad would go to—what I assume to be—work, until night. I didn't know where he went but I assumed he was some sort of swordsman, judging by the sword at his hip.
I crawled everywhere, at least I thought, until I found a new room, so, naturally, I went to investigate. But as soon as I stepped foot into the room, the ground seemed to disappear from under me and I went plunging headfirst onto the uncarpeted floor, there were a few steps when you entered the room, I slammed my head on the stone floor. I was fine, but my dad—that was watching me—didn't think so. He rushed over to me and picked me up. he yelled in the foreign language I had yet to understand, and my mom rushed to the room we were in. My mom picked me up from my father's arms, and hugged me tightly. She said something while rocking me up and down. Then she put her hand on my forehead and muttered something.
Then the ache disappeared without a trace.
It was magic.
Magic existed in this world, I had thought it would—if reincarnation is a thing then magic had to be a thing too, but now I knew there was magic.
I've been reincarnated into a world of demons and magic.
It had always been my dream to get isekai'd, and it finally happened.
I thought I finally had a chance to live a normal life.
How naive of me.