A Past Life

Alana POV

Ever since mine encounter with that abnormally strong yuki onna, I hath been siphoning mana unhindered from those foolish boys that developed a crush one mine self, proving to be a mind-numbingly easy task. As a demoness who feeds on love or lust, it was extremely simple to charm them, making them willing to have their life force sucked out of them. I'm sure they won't mind, after all, mine self is truly unparalleled in beauty~.

Yet with each passing day, I felt mine heart churn, seemingly pricked by needles at the thought of Skadi having possession of that boy. What dark magic hath been cast on mine heart to make me so?! This demoness hath to know!

Steeling mine mind, in the darkness of twilight, I swept into the boy's room like a spring breeze, after carefully observing not only the boy but also the yuki onna to ensure they were asleep.

Mine eyes shining with pink light, I stood over him, mine tail aimed right at the heart. With but a twitch, the boys' life could be forfeit and his curse on mine heart broken. Yet, as mine tail inched closer, mine heart wrenched and mine head started to pound.

Memories flooded mine mind, and mine heart told me that if I were to impale this boy, mineself would regret it for the rest of my life.

Retracting my tail back into my body, I quickly retreated back to mine abode, before I fell unconscious, victim to the world of dreams. Looking around, it seemed as if I was in the body of someone else, yet I couldn't control mineself, forced to be a spectator; a witness to the events flashing before mine eyes.

"I" conquered cities, leading mine soldiers into battle, slaughtering men and monsters, trampling my foes underfoot. "I" felt sadness, pain, anger, unfathomable rage, yet never… peace… nor happiness. Yet one day, that was bound to change. "I" faced a general, noble and benevolent in nature in battle.

Battle after battle, we clashed, yet could only fight each other to a standstill. And slowly, gradually, it became obvious. We had feelings for each other. Meeting in the dead of night, we conversed while gazing at the stars, talking about our aspirations and dreams. All he wanted was to live a life away from the horrors of battle. All he wanted was to live a peaceful life with… "me", and to pass on to the afterlife peacefully.

A life he and I were destined to not have. One night, he had fallen asleep next to me, dozing off gently, his visage peaceful. With a single slash of mine rapier, the general had died, beheaded, his eyes open, in surprise, sadness, and resignition. With that, the battles became one-sided, the enemy's morale clearly in decline.

Yet standing atop a glorious nation, basking in the orange glow of the rising sun, "I" felt a single tear fall from my eye, rolling down mine cheek. What purpose was there to conquer… to rule… if at the end, "I" had no one left… no one left to love… Tearfully smiling, "I" impaled myself with a sword, and as "I" lay there, bleeding out, "I" sputtered mine dying woes. "Sky Aslan… my beloved… Soon, we will reunite… even in death we shall not part…"

The scene then changed. Opening "mine" eyes, "I" was greeted with scenes of vicious flames, screams of agony, and the smell of burnt flesh. "I" was in hell. Reborn as but a lowly demon, "I" used mine wiles from mine previous life, doing anything to climb to the top.

Over many centuries, "I" had succeeded. Being known as "Lilith, the Queen of Demons", "I", Progenitor of all Demons, ruled over the entirety of Hell. Yet "I" was not satisfied. "I" must see Sky again! The tragedy of our previous life shalt not be repeated! Using dark magic, "I" sacrificed 108,000 souls, which allowed mineself to pry into the future, where he would be reborn in the mortal realm as a human.

"Sky… my beloved… wait just a little longer… We shalt be together soon…"

Yet, upon waking up, it seemed as if mineself had forgotten something extremely important, yet just as if it was but a fleeting cloud, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't grasp it. It must've not been important then…

For the following few days, as mineself preyed upon others' mana, I felt increasingly disgusted, to the point that I eventually stopped siphoning their mana altogether. It just felt so… revolting. Abiding by my agreement with that yuki onna, I only observed the boy from afar, watching him happily converse with that… bitch… Why did I feel so agitated? I clutched my chest. Perhaps I should kill the boy just in case I was cursed…