Silloh

Labels affect people's lives in any world. As it turns out, being a demon brings a bunch of dangers.

 After his reincarnation the idea of being a demon didn't really bother Azemo, instead the reality of magic and fantasy occupied his thoughts. Gaining more power or a new technique was more important than learning about the war between demons, humans and beasts. Also he was reborn with modern day villains so being a demon was the least of his worries. At first it was like he was back at school, a school filled with violence and death but he was still learning stuff. However Azemo would be forced to learn about the gravity of being a demon when he ventured from the demon stronghold.

Azemo did not have any grand goals or ideas but the world has a way of forcing troubles and tribulations upon beings.

The Birth of a Demon Lord

I woke to a bright flashing light and even as I tried to roll away from it, the light followed my movements. What in the world was happening.

Eventually, thanks to my rolling about, I fell out of my bed and got my usual hardwood wake up. The light was still flashing, but as I got back to my feet I could hear Azel at the door.

"I am awake." I groaned. "Please stop the disco party."

Azel's pretty laugh was pleasant to my ears as the obnoxious flashing finally disappeared.

"Don't take too long in there, or I will be back with a brighter light."

As Azel moved away from the door, I quickly got dressed in my new clothes. They were not very interesting, but my pants had plenty of pockets and the shirt had a clip for my bow on its back. To finish my dressing routine, I slipped the Backup Plan behind the quiver and moved the small piece of heavy furniture, away from the door.

Ah Yes, I Throw Rocks at Windows as Well