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Revelation 1:17–18 - New Testament
17' And when I saw him, I fell at his feet as dead. And he laid his right hand upon me, saying unto me, Fear not; I am the first and the last:
18' I am he that liveth, and was dead; and, behold, I am alive for evermore, Amen; and have the keys of hell and of death.
**
The boy kept walking slowly through the darkness, each step echoing as if the universe itself were paying attention. His mind buzzed with thoughts, memories, and newly-recovered powers, swirling like a storm on a hot summer night.
"So much to understand... But in the end, who I was doesn't matter as much as who I choose to be now, right?"
[CRECK! CRECK!]
Twigs snapped beneath his feet, breaking the park's near-sacred silence. He felt something strange in the air, like that eerie sensation of being watched—unseen, yet undeniable.
Then, without warning, a vast presence filled the space. Everything compressed, like a giant lung holding its breath before a deep dive.
"What was that?" he muttered, curious.
There, in the shadows, Ophis emerged—silent and still like an ancient statue, her hollow eyes staring straight at the boy. Her dark hair slid gently like serpents in a black lake, watching with cold, quiet interest.
"You're strange. Something like you wasn't supposed to exist here. Who are you?"
The boy turned slowly, and in that moment—like a disturbing dream—Ophis realized she couldn't see his face clearly. A supernatural light filtered through his messy hair like a warped aurora. His heterochromatic, gleaming eyes stared at her with an intensity that seemed to devour even the surrounding darkness.
[SHWUUUM!]
For a second, Ophis felt like she was crumbling into ashes, being erased from existence without a trace. An incomprehensible chill ran down her spine, and she instinctively stepped back—something she had never experienced before.
"What kind of creature are you?" Ophis asked, as neutral as she could, though inwardly shaken.
"Creature? I don't think so," the boy said with a disarmingly calm smile. "You can think of me as a force of nature, or something like that. Doesn't really matter."
Meanwhile, far away, in the depths of distant dimensions, unseen eyes were also watching the interaction. Powerful gods like Odin, Zeus, and Shiva observed cautiously. Their gazes pierced through layers of reality, uneasy before this being who, despite his innocent appearance, exuded a silent and ironic threat.
"Who the hell is that child?" Zeus muttered, thunder rumbling with his unrest.
Odin gripped his staff, thoughtful.
"A mystery far too dangerous to ignore."
Shiva merely smiled subtly, intrigued by the latent destruction hidden within the boy, sensing that something far beyond divine comprehension had awakened in that world.
The boy, unaware of the gods' distant gazes, faced Ophis again. He could clearly feel the immense power surging inside him—limitless as the night sky, powerful as destiny itself. And Ophis realized that this child was, in truth, an abyss disguised as innocence.
"Are you afraid?" the boy asked with a calm, almost innocent smile.
Ophis remained still, unable to respond, trapped in a feeling she had never known. She, the Infinite Dragon, now saw the true meaning of eternity in the eyes of that child.
"Interesting," the boy finally said, breaking the tension with a casual, almost playful tone. "We'll see each other around. Later, Ophis."
He turned away with absurd simplicity and began to walk slowly.
And as he walked through the park's darkness, the world slowly returned to normal, shadows reclaiming their natural places, the wind blowing more gently. But one troubling question lingered in the air, like a veiled promise echoing deep within all who had witnessed:
"What could a supreme existence, older than reality itself, want with a small and imperfect world full of demons, angels, and dragons?"
**
(Pov MC)
I felt the full weight of my transmigration. Just moments ago, I was still enjoying the best life had to offer, swearing that Oyakodon wouldn't come with consequences.
After all, traveling with the woman who had fallen in love with me—and her daughter, who actually introduced me to her—seemed like the perfect setup. I really thought everything was under control. Of course, I was dead wrong. Just as our one-month trip was ending, the bomb dropped: both of them were pregnant.
But the real problem came when the so-called "father and husband" showed up. Since the wife had been using his credit card, it didn't take long for him to find us. When he arrived, he was armed to the teeth. There wasn't even time to explain. The last thing I heard was the deafening sound of a submachine gun unloading on us—ending our story right then and there.
If I had known she had a husband, I never would've gotten involved. But what's done is done. No use crying over spilled milk. I wasn't human anymore—I'd become something far greater than I ever dreamed of.
When I died, I felt my soul shot across the multiverse at insane speed. I thought I was heading for the afterlife, or something like that, but then I was pulled even faster—almost beyond what my consciousness could handle.
As I neared a strange universe, I was blinded by a light so intense, so infinite, it felt like it swallowed everything. The impact was devastating, the pain crushed my mind, and an impossible amount of knowledge poured uncontrollably into me.
I blacked out for a brief moment, and when I came to, I was flooded with the memories of the Presence. You know what defines a person? Their memories. Compared to my short 32 years as a human, the eternal memories of the Presence were simply beyond comparison.
Now I was thinking about my current life. My name is Yuki Rito. I have a baby sister, but my parents are hardly ever home. Thankfully, my mom hadn't left on another trip yet, but I knew she'd soon leave me alone with my little sister.
Mikan's only two, and way too cute for her own good. My mom, Yūki Ringo, is drop-dead gorgeous—I still wonder how the hell my dad landed someone like her. Must've had one hell of a silver tongue. After all, she's a top designer.
My dad, on the other hand, is a mangaka. He tried working from home at first, but after too many delays, he basically moved into his office. He almost never comes home. After that little daydream, I headed back inside.
**
I sighed while staring out the bedroom window. Outside, the dark sky seemed to hold up the world, heavy like a damp blanket after a storm that never arrived. [TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK] The living room clock pounded in my head, a reminder that loneliness was now my most loyal companion.
A soft sound pulled me out of those gloomy thoughts.
[CRÉÉÉK]
I turned quickly. The door creaked open slowly, and in the gap appeared an angelic little face, messy hair, sleepy eyes.
"Onii-chan...?" Mikan called, rubbing her eyes with tiny hands. "I can't sleep..."
My chest tightened a little. I walked over to her and crouched down, smiling.
"Come here, princess. Want me to read you a story?"
"Yes!" she said, lighting up with a smile that could melt even the coldest heart.
I picked her up, light as a feather, and walked to her room. [CLACK, CLACK] Old wooden floors creaked under our steps, echoing like giants in the silence of the house.
In her room, I sat with her on the bed and opened a picture book. Colorful characters and magical settings filled the pages. I began to read in a soft voice, almost a whisper:
"Once upon a time, there was a princess who lived in a very tall tower..."
As I told the story, my thoughts drifted elsewhere, like a boat lost in a vast, unknown ocean. That lonely princess reminded me of us—isolated, waiting for someone to save us from the crushing routine of solitude.
My voice grew distant. I noticed Mikan had already fallen fast asleep, her little face calm as if all the world's problems had disappeared. Gently, I tucked the blanket around her, shielding her from the cold nights ahead.
I got up slowly to avoid waking her. [CRÉÉK] The door groaned softly as I closed it behind me, like it was complaining about the oncoming solitude. In the empty hallway, I sighed again, feeling the house breathe with me, sharing this bittersweet feeling.
I passed my parents' empty room, glancing ironically at the perfectly made beds—a cold reminder of absent presences, a troubling omen of lonely days to come. I shook my head to drive away the thoughts and headed to the kitchen.
I opened the almost-empty fridge, lit by a pale, depressing yellow light.
"Yeah... Looks like it's cold rice again," I muttered to myself, chuckling bitterly.
I tossed the food into the microwave, which hummed monotonously: [HMMMMM]. I leaned against the counter, staring at the ceiling, at the flickering fluorescent light. And there, in that dim, empty kitchen, I realized how my life felt like a bad rerun of a cheap soap opera.
[BEEP! BEEP!]
The microwave called me back to reality. I grabbed the hot plate, sat at the table, and started eating slowly, surrounded by silence. And at that moment, I couldn't help but wonder:
"What does the future hold for someone like me, trapped in this endless cycle, between premature responsibility and a loneliness that never sleeps?"
(A/N: I want to make Rito choose between Haruna or Lala. But it could also be a fixed character from DxD. I've also already written 2 more chapters on Patreon.)