_Eshwar_

*Spawns into existence with an overpowered past*
Walks in an elegant and dignified gait, takes a seat on a chair as if he was a sovereign and gazes down at you. 
"Hello, ladies~" I spoke in an enchanting yet overbearing tone, gazing at the ladies, who were dazed gazing up at me in a  near-revering state.
"And to you guys too" I mumbled in annoyance as my eyes landed on men. 
"Hey, can't you just remove men, except for me, from my world?" I asked _Eshwar_.
(*_Eshwar_ choks on the drink he was drinking and glances away*)
"Tsk, useless!" I cursed at him and glanced away, ignoring his menacing glare, that spoke volumes on his urge to erase me out of existence.
"Him and I have spoken and we have come to an agreement on him telling you guys my opus, and heh, I will, of course, be the main focus, so ladies~~ You'll be seeing me soon~" I spoke to the ladies gazing up at me, while I continued to ignore the men in the crowd.
Glancing to the side, my eyes fell on the men, who flinched at the ominous foreboding feeling that abruptly chruned their stomach, "You better keep your ladies safe...... since they'll be mine soon~~" I said with a smile that made men shudder while charming the women at the same time. 
My gaze swept over the crowd beneath, "Since the world I am to transmigrate into is overwhelmingly futuristic, there are many things to adventure about, so we have decided on, not dwelling too much on politics and other shit, but instead focus only on women and me~" I stated with an enchanting grin. 
*In a distinct chatter* 
"Oi, tell them the truth!!" _Eshwar_'s voice yelled at, from a distance.....
"No wait, isn't he right? But a bit of politics should be good....." _Eshqar_'s mumbled whispers trickled my sensitive ears, but I didn't like the words that left his mouth. 
"Oi, we discussed not to include politics and shit like tha-" But it was already too late..... _Eshwar_'s pen wielding hand flitted across the plot filled sheets, as a subtle exclamation escaped his mouth, and at that, I could instantly tell that he was up to no good!
"Oi-"
"With a bit of politics!" He yelled from a distance, as a ghastly silence descended upon me and the crowd gazing up at me, while the men grinned mockingly and women tilted their heads to the side in such cuteness that I almost forgot the plight at hand. 
Afterall, when I narrated my opus, I stated repeatedly that I don't like politics!
"You added politics?" I asked with a forced smile.
"Mhm" _Eshwar_ nodded his head innocently. 
".....politics?"
"Yeah"
"Ohyoumotherfu-"
*with the distinct sounds of crashes, both of them fled from the scene*
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Credits to the artist.
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Pleasure God's Opus

Completing the drink Scarlet didn't, Raven left after paying for the drink.

'It was sweeter than those from the other worlds, yet I'm not overwhelmed by the taste nor does it feel out of the norm.....' He curiously noted another anomaly within him.

These short instances made it such that, Raven found things to enjoy and adapt to in his fresh new start, even after living through similar instances for zillions of lives.

His situation was an oddity among the odds; the lives he experienced were his, he had accepted that fact yet somewhere deep within, he knew that it wasn't him that had lived those lives—it was as he read a few characters in a novel and claimed that all those characters were him.

Whoa.....quite an accurate expression there, good job me~

But, everything would change with time which was quite alright with him since he wasn't in an hurry.

The veil of innocence