C_BUCKETT

Every 2100 years, Demons and Angels will go to war. The winner gets heaven, the loser go to hell. Literally.

There's only one rule. Both sides cannot directly fight each other, nor can they use their powers to affect the result of the game. They can only choose the humans fighting for their side, and accept the result gracefully.

An unlikely pair of friends, a demon and an angel, tasked to infiltrate the lives of humans to select their champion, grew weary of the war. They did not want to fight each other. And the Earth was beautiful, if it's not ravage by war. Plus, humans are super interesting beings. They do not want to kill these lovely creatures they thought of as their pets.

They wanted to stop the war, but they cannot use their power directly. They can't go to good people. The good will automatically choose the Angel's side. They cannot go to the bad people. That's technically a demon already. 

Backed into a corner, they used their powers, and jumped back in time. Trying to find a bad person with a good heart. Luckily there's Joseph. A perfect candidate to be reincarnated into the 21st century.

Can Joseph really succeed? Will his strategy before worked in the 21st century? Can he rebuild his empire, and be reunited with his friends? Only one way to find out, isn't it?

EVIL REINCARNATION

"Good morning Joseph." The baby opened his eyes. The two maids were standing over his crib.


"Oh please Bonum," the baby smirked. "My name's Vis now. We can't have you accidently said the wrong name, can't we?"


"Hehe, right right. Silly me." Bonum went and picked the boy up.


"What time is the sunrise today Pecca?"


"Let me check." Pecca closed her eyes. Her eyelids suddenly glow. "We still have a few minutes. Do you want your breakfast while you wait?"


Watching Pecca and Bonum deviously smiling, made Vis sighed. Drinking from a bottle is quite embarrassing for an adult. He may look like a child, but he's a grown man at heart.


Pecca handed him the bottle of heated up breast milk. As he was sucking on the bottle, the three of them made their way to the verandah of the nursery. 


"So Vis, you've been here a couple of months already. Got a plan to stop the big war?"


The baby chuckled. "I think so. Though, it would be great to have both of your magic to help."


"Ceh," Pecca smacked her lips. "You know we ran out of magic already. We had to possess these two maids just to stay close to you."


"Oh yeah. You are tethered to my life force, right? I forgot about that." Vis smiled a wicked smile.


Peccatum and Bonum knew Vis was teasing them. "You're just our battery, your majesty. Don't get cute."


"Awhh, I am cute aren't I? Always have been, always will be."


"Yeah, sure. Anyway, better make sure the plan worked. Whatever it is. Or we all will be dead. And me and Bonum will be charged with treason, and be decommissioned."


"Relax. I'll tell you later, okay? After mom and dad went to work. Now let us enjoy the beautiful rising sun."


That morning, as it had been since  he was reborn, Vis Gaza enjoyed the sunrise. The view he cannot afford during his previous lifetime.


VIS GAZA