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

Trisha Marsden slowly opened her eyes, and she could not believe what she saw. She was lying down on top of clouds. The scene was just surreal. She was surrounded by mountain of clouds, and fields of blue sky.


"HAHAHAHA…" she laughed out loud. She knew what this is. A dream. Something her head conjured up to ease the pain and suffering otherwise known as her daily life. And she commended her brain for the effort. She did feel a twinge of guilt now, for putting her brain on the constant abuse of drugs and alcohol. Maybe her brain is like her. The more they got abused, the more dependent they are to the abuser.


Trisha was surprised. Then she was scared. If this was a dream, then she did not want to know who her brain conjured up. Dreams only portrayed things you've encountered in real life, not something new. And none of the people she'd met was good to her. Not even her parents.


Unfortunately, curiosity got the best of her. Slowly she turned around. And her fear turned to confusion and wonderment. There, floating behind her, was a baby, an angel and a demon.


"Is...this...some sort of a joke?" She asked.


The baby looked to his right and left, and smiled. "Yeah, I can see that. A baby, a demon and an angel walked into a bar right?" 


"I don't...I don't get it. What's yes? What's no?"


"Okay. So this," the baby pointed to the clouds and the sky, "is indeed a dream. Us three, not a dream."


"Oh, okay.' Trish shook her head. "No, that's even more confusing. What is all this? Am I dead? Are you the grim reaper? Why are you with the demon and the angel?"


"The grim reaper, really? I'm not that handsome." The baby's joke made Trish chuckled a bit. The baby continued. "No I'm not Death. And, hopefully, you are not dead. Otherwise our effort bringing you to the hospital would be for nothing."


"I don't know? We just saw a guy emerging from the bushes, acting all creepy and stuff. When we go and take a look, we found you. We thought you'd know what happened."


As soon as the baby said that, it's like the fastest hangover reliever in the world. The fogginess in her head disappeared, and what happened burst through her memory like a bunch of SWAT rushing in.
