《Reincarnated as a Demonic Entity》 Chapter 1 - Jasper Lilinouir The tape recorder''s ''record'' button clicked in as the man looked into my eyes, and said, "Please state your name, age, and the reason you requested my visit." This is it, "My name is Jasper, Jasper Lilinouir, age 20. I''ve always thought I was haunted. Ever since I turned six, things began to move around on their own, but this usually only happened when I was alone." The man nodded his head, a pen scribbling along a notepad, possibly as a backup method of recording our conversation, before saying, "Can you give me an example of one of these hauntings?" "Alright... Once, at age 6, I was playing in the sandbox in my backyard, and the dinosaur shovel I was using flew out of my hand. The green handle of the shovel bent into the shape of a nasty grin, accompanied by a disturbing gurgling sound, as if someone was attempting to talk after having their throat slit. I screamed, running back inside my house and crying to my parents." The man''s hazel eyes devoured the image my figure as he looked back up from his note pad, giving me a look that seemed to tell me to continue.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. "However, when I turned eighteen, whatever it was got violent. It threw things at me, rather than around me, and it began to whisper to me when my loved ones would die, and it was accurate. It never told me to end my own life, it just kept forcing me to live in fear, threatening to kill my family, until one day it must''ve been satisfied with its fill of my fear... It has been silent for two years. I''ve honestly grown a bit numb to fear after living with it for so long." The man looked back up at me with his hazel eyes, before saying, "What do you mean silent?" "It hasn''t contacted me ever since, not a single word, nor vision," I replied. The man continued to look at me, then stopped the tape recorder, a wide grin appearing on his face. His eyes rolled like a slot machine, blue, green, brown, finally landing on the color red when he mockingly said, "What do you mean Jasper, I''m right here..." "Huh- Ack..." My throat began to fill with the warmth of my own blood, though I couldn''t seem to feel the pain that should accompany this. I see, that gargling from back then must''ve been some kind of warning that I would die making a similar sound 14 years later, my throat slit open. I''m not even scared, so this thing never got its last meal from me. ''God will probably pay me back for all the suffering I''ve went through...'' I died, only to be given a rude awakening. I had no stairway to salvation, only a highway to damnation. The last thing I experienced before I realized that, is a surge of heat burning up my body, and then the gentle embrace of the shadows. Chapter 2 - Has Lived Hell I was roused to my senses by the smell of rancid meat, and met with an endless nothingness. The only thing I could use to know I was conscious was the smell, and the strong desire to instill fear unto others. ''Where... where am I?'' I truly couldn''t see anything. There are no pearly white gates, nor is there a pit of flames and screaming souls. It made me wonder if death was meant to feel like this, like nothing. I admit that the smell did give me a mild discomfort, but not because I was repelled by it. The smell just made me feel like... it was above me, maybe something similar to seniority? However, that doesn''t make much sense. How could a smell be my senior, and how could it make me feel inferior to it, as if it was my employer, or some kind of idol? Also, this feeling, this desire to terrorize a living-being. That thing that haunted me, this must be similar to its desires, but, what is that supposed to mean for me? If I was to believe this desire is mine, and not some kind of lingering trauma, then, I''d have to be one of its kind. Well, whatever ''its kind'' really is. That is impossible though, I''m a human who has been unable to be reached by God''s helping hand on Earth, therefore God must feel some type of guilt for the life I''ve had to suffer through. Though I didn''t tell that man I first thought was an exorcist, who actually must''ve been the thing haunting me, I''ve prayed at God''s churches, cried reading and spreading God''s word, but I''ve never received help. Despite that, I might still have been abandoned by God, even in death? [Time Passes In The Never-Ending Nothingness] ''Some savior,'' I''ve repeated these words, or something similar, in my mind, each syllable filled with animosity towards God for hours, possibly days, but I have no way to tell the exact time elapsed. Maybe something heard me in this never ending nothingness, and decided to respond to my hate, and to my desires, setting a fire to my soul. Whatever it was, could it be mocking me? Or, is this some kind of ''divine'' judgement for questioning God''s actions? Whatever it was, it felt familiar. ''W-What is this?!'' I could only question the nature of the heat as it spread across my ''body'', engulfing all that I am. ''Why are you doing this to me, huh?! If that''s you, God, or one of your angels, why have you abandoned me... DO YOU THINK THIS WILL COVER IT UP?! Huh,'' the pain got worse when I asked why I was being burned, but when I showed my hate towards God, it hurt a little less. I continued to question the flames nature, and the flame continued to burn brighter, tearing layers away from my body, ''Could it be?'' It really does seem that the more I questioned the flames, the more intense they began to burn, but if I slandered God, the flames dimmed. So, possibly, if I stop worrying about the flames... However, not worrying about such an intense pain is easier said than done. I can''t even describe what it feels like to be slowly peeled, maybe an onion might share similar sentiments. Luckily, hating God is easy to do. Jesus isn''t even his son, it''s just his other name, he only claims Jesus is his son to throw himself a pity party, he sacrificed himself, not his son, ''Your just a fucking sly piece of shit, the pain from having to give up on your child... it hurts more than having a few nails driven through you!''This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. I''d know, because I''m not the only person in my family that God abandoned, or took away. I got engaged when I was twelve, our parents were close, and our families were both wealthy. It was a bit awkward at first, as we didn''t know each other well, and had nothing to talk about. Her name was Alice. We slowly opened up to each other though, and she''d quietly talk to me while moving a bit closer to me, "U-uh... what d-do you like to do? I do a little dancing... Huh? Uh, um, no I''ve n-never done that..." She asked the first question, her voice was quiet and gentle, though her nervousness caused her to stutter. When I first heard her talk, I was instantly convinced that she was the one for me. Maybe it was the hormones going through me at the time, but I truly thought she would be the one for me, for all of my life. As we grew more comfortable, her gentle voice became louder, her advances bolder, and over the years, she had completely opened up to me, "Really? Haha, you must''ve been so nervous, you poor thing..." By seventeen, she confided in me every chance she got, always wanting to be around me, and the same went for me. Every time she was about to talk, she''d coyly move her golden hair behind her ear, a sense of longing coming from her blue eyes. Our love grew passionate, kissing and cuddle sessions were not uncommon. As opposed to before, she would now openly lean against me, her fair pale skin rubbing against my tattered tanned skin, roughened up from all the times I tripped when trying to get away from the thing haunting me. Whenever I was terrified, I would cuddle up to her, trying to calm myself down. The moment I turned eighteen, we couldn''t be more excited, having planned our wedding long ago, we quickly got married, our rings shining as brightly as our love. It was also the time that the thing got more violent, but while its violence grew, our love blossomed into a flower bud. She was pregnant, and it was the best and worst news in my life. ''A father, I''m going to be a father!'' ''Is it safe to have a kid... with this thing around? It has gotten pretty violent lately.'' ''It''s worth it! I''ll protect my baby no matter what!'' ''But... Alice...'' Alice has always had a pretty weak constitution, that is one reason why our families wanted to engage us. It was to keep us close to them. She gets sick easily, and her body is fragile. ''Will she be able to handle it...'' About nine months had passed since I had gotten the news, and we were now in the hospital, Alice laying on a hospital bed. Her hair stuck up in all directions, the pain evident on her face, but she must''ve noticed the complicated look I had when I was looking at her, because she looked up at me with a smile that seemed to say ''It will be okay.'' However, that''s when ''it'' whispered to me, "Both of them will..." "NO!" I screamed out, filled with anger, and sadness. Laying in a new hospital bed, out of my sight, was a blonde woman, one who had experienced a complication. The doctor''s had to perform an emergency c-section, unfortunately, neither her baby, or herself, made it through the operation. The pitying hand on my shoulder was shrugged off as all of the glass in the building shattered, and finally, now I realize ''it'' didn''t shatter the glass. I did. I''m a Demonic Entity, one that was trapped in the body of a baby boy due to a rookie mistake, and that man, they weren''t a Demonic Entity, but they were a real exorcist. I''ve simply been denying my own existence this whole time. That''s why I subconsciously decided to not mention the glass shattering the hospital as an example to the exorcist. It would''ve given me away, even though he still seems to have figured it out based off of the fact that my human body is now dead after just one encounter with him. I died, was born again as a human boy, then died, and was reborn once more as a Demonic Entity. "Ah..." I breathed out, realizing this nothingness was one of the gateways to hell, the smell really was my senior, and that I really do have a body. This heat, these flames, they were simply my strength. The same strength that terrorized me, and shattered the hospital windows. I could now feel my hands clench, and lungs expand, as I decided what I would aim to do from now on. "I''ll kill God." Chapter 3 - So He Had a Head Start "I''ll kill god." "Oh...? What an odd choice of words from a newborn." Suddenly, a bright light filled Jasper''s vision, before revealing the face of a mildly intrigued red-skinned man, a Senior Support Entity. Jasper''s vision blurred as his eyes began to water, the heat from his environment causing a stinging sensation to spread along his round yellow eyes. ''Where am I?'' Any regular newborn may think such a thing, questioning what happened after they were suddenly pulled from their old home, the Void. However, having experienced this before, Jasper didn''t have such a question on his mind. Clearly, he had finally arrived in Hell, where he was destined to return after being liberated from his human body. The only question that lingered on his mind was about the estimated time for his adjustment period from a newborn, to a true member of the flock. His stubby arms, chubby cheeks, and small stature only further emphasized his status as a newborn. Until his adjustment period passed, his true strength wouldn''t be able to be used. Let alone being able to fight, a newborn has no assigned attribute. How was a Demonic Entity expected to survive without an attribute to use in order call upon their hidden strength? Luckily, the care takers of hell, called the ghost nannies, would care for Jasper during his adjustment period. Although they were slightly disturbing to Jasper, as all of the ghost nannies were female humans who were drowned by their partner, so their faces were often contorted with expressions of shock and hatred, but he felt he''d manage to get by despite that. The only time their expressions would change would be when they rocked the newborns, and even then, their lips could only twist into a pained smile. As Jasper''s thoughts began to linger on the nannies, he wondered about Alice, and his stillborn. ''Is she okay after dying...? And my baby...'' However, these thoughts didn''t last long, as the man in front of Jasper hadn''t stopped talking, "Anyways, you must be confused about where you are. I guess you could call this specific area the Nursery, but the realm you are now in is referred to as Hell, and the place you previously resided was the Void." The red-skinned man seemed to have lost whatever twisted interest he had in Jasper almost immediately, as he continued to fulfill his role as a Birth Zone Technician. It was his duty to monitor the regions assigned to him for the solidification of possible newborn souls, then send any newborns to the nannies after documenting their first words.Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more. The Technician had grown a bit unnerved due to the lack of questions from Jasper, causing him to rush his release of Jasper to the nannies, "Well... if you have any questions, you can save them for later, during orientation." He carefully picked up Jasper''s body, the only sounds echoing around him were the wails of tortured souls and the rough breathing of a large Soul Beast, which resembled a wolf stripped of its skin, one that loomed above both him and Jasper. In actuality, a Soul Beast isn''t a simple wolf, but it is a creature that latches onto the souls of future newborns, eventually bringing them over from the Void, and into the Nursery of Hell. The Technician could only sigh, thinking that he may have received yet another strange newborn in just a weeks time from the last. He could only hope he hadn''t, as he placed the eerily silent Jasper into a cradle that was suspended on a metal-line, before gently sending it off with a push. "He''ll kill God, huh? Somehow, I doubt it, despite those being his first words." The first words of a newborn practically determined their fate, as their souls were highly sensitive to the passage of time, and rules of probability. "However, I''d like for it to be true..." Of course, a newborn''s first words aren''t always accurate. If there first words threaten hell, they may be killed immediately, completely foregoing that possibility. Or, their words simply didn''t hold any truth, and had no significance regarding their destiny. The Technician knew this, and that is why he had both hope and doubt regarding the validity of Jasper''s first words. His eyes flashed green as he finished successfully registering the latest newborn''s first, and only, words, "I''ll kill God." Internally, Jasper was laughing as he went down the line. ... The cradle started to slow, and I could tell I was nearing the residency of the nannies. The smell of chlorine filled my nose, and the passing scenes of palpitating flesh walls and rows of cradles began to slow. My amusement faded quite some time ago, because messing with a Technician by staying dead silent can only be funny for so long. ''Now it is time to creep out the ghost nannies,'' I thought to myself, mischief seemingly being the only thing on my mind. It seems that becoming a newborn again has given me mischievous tendencies. The Soul Beast must''ve influenced the nature of my soul, but there is nothing I can do about that this early. However, I definitely have a head start. Last time, I ended up being weaker than the other Entities of my brood, even ending up trapped and reborn as a human boy due to my negligence. Despite climbing from a Flock Member to a Senior Offensive Entity, my attribute limited my growth, but now I have a second chance. I also have a goal, something to strive for. I won''t fall behind. Not again. Chapter 6 - Illusion : The Wifebeater Path (2) [Many viewers believe you have given up, and believe you to be a .] [Many viewers are sizing up your limp body suspiciously.] [A few trained eyes that are able to keep up with the speed of the scenario are watching with wide eyes, unable to contain their disbelief!] [The Demon-Hunting Wifebeater Path has been completed!] This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.[Overall Difficulty : Predictable, Very Easy (Newbie)] [Personal Difficulty : Unpredictable, Impossible (Due to newborn status)] [Current Viewer-Based Personality/Traits Index : 1% , 35% , 55% , 7% , 2% ] [Current Official Personality/Traits Index : 100% ] Chapter 7 - Illusion : The Giants Judgement (3) "This is unheard of..." "Another..." "Could they have been planted on the nursery site?" "No, there is no way. The technician at the seen was a senior, and they confirmed that the soul condensed and solidified in the normal manner." "Then maybe their first words should garner some concern..." Discussions concerning Jasper occurred in a sparsely used conference room. This room is only used in regards to Demonic Entities, and only in situations where they could be a threat to the well-being of hell or if they had the chance to be an irreplaceable front-line asset. Similar discussions occurred in the streets, in pubs, and in rooms with similar purposes, but these other rooms were far less dusty due to the frequent traffic of citizens and hunter scouting agencies. The potential of a newborn like Jasper can throw industries looking for their time in the limelight into a frenzy. "Silence!" a booming voice commanded in the dusty room. Breaking their glares at the other men in front of them, these people all turned their eyes towards the voice. Respect is required in such a room, which is why such debates are allowed, as everyone''s opinion and input could change the product of their meeting. This is also exactly why every dropped their lively debates in order to listen to the words of one member, despite them being new. "I, Heso''k, shall take it onto myself to watch over this newborn," Heso''k said with a proud voice, gazing at the now silent members with shining eyes. Heso''k is a new member, and he hopes to make a good impression on the others. Recently sworn in, he is eager to prove his worth in the proceedings, especially since these events do not happen often. "We must remind ourselves that talent shouldn''t be seen as a threat on sight, these talents can improve the lives of those in hell," Heso''k said sagely, before he continued to say, "However, we should always be ready to respond in a moments notice in the event they do become a threat." "For now, we must proceed normally, meaning we should prepare the title reward." The men gazed with growing affection towards the young new member of the group, nodding their heads in respect, and saying one name due to tradition, "Heso''k!" After paying their respects to the input of the newest member, the members sitting in the dusty room soon engaged in a heated debate regarding the nature of the reward, a discussion that lasted hours in reality, however the time was slowed greatly in the scenario as the people in the dusty room finally came to a decision.If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. "Alright, ''Wifebeater,'' it is time to wake up!" One thought flashed through each member''s mind, ''Hehe, hopefully this will be funny.'' * "Wha-" the traces of a question lingered on my lips as the view of the previously bloody scene blurred out of existence. My vision blurred as I felt a searing pain stretch out across my limbs, and by the time I was able to refocus my eyes, I was looking up towards a group of bearded men. One man in particular was standing directly in front of me, a faint sheen of sweat was wiped from his face hurriedly as he successfully gained a calm stature. Behind this man laid a round stone table, riddled with deep fist sized holes and varying forms of what is most likely alcohol, assuming the substance in the cups lines up with the smell of the room. The other men in the room sat around this table, calmly looking at me from what now felt like afar in the smaller body of a newborn. ''Scenario Drift,'' I said those words in my mind, fully aware of why my limbs were in pain. Scenario Drift is a way to seamlessly transition a person from scenario and into reality, "transforming" the scenario body slowly into their real body to reduce the shock of the sudden height difference, along with moving the location of their real body to a specified location. In reality, it is the alteration and termination of the illusion that was originally initiated for the purpose of the scenario. The pain I was experiencing was the false pain created to develop an even more seamless transition. The only people capable of such things are- "We are the Hellgoon Kangaroo''s." "Hellgoon Kangaroo''s...?" I asked them with real confusion evident on my tubby face. Internally, I was wondering why they were calling themselves such an odd name now. "Haha, odd name, yes?" one of the bearded men in the back of the room rubbed their beard while looking at me with a twinkle in his eye. ''AH! I remember... this is the special method of secrecy used by this group, The Giant''s Judgement.'' The Giant''s Judgement hardly ever used their real name, but this is not by choice. All members are sworn using a secret method which causes them to spout such nonsense, but even I don''t know the inner-workings of such a guarded method. The purpose this group is to monitor possible threats to Hell, specifically newborns, and determine whether they are beneficial or dangerous to hell. While the scenarios themselves aren''t technically mean''t to check for a threat, these people use it for just that. They analyze, record, and review your scenario over and over if need be, and they are one of many groups handling such matters under the direct hand of the current ruler of Hell. "Haha! We are sure you are quite confused for the moment, but please hold your questions. As for who we are, it does not really matter for now. Perhaps in the future, Wifebeater," one of the men in the back spoke up again, playfully spitting out the last word in a slightly mocked manner. With a wave of their hands, they threw me into the air, and into the middle of the room, making it so I would hover in the middle of all of the seated men. "What are you doing?!" I questioned them in a loud high-pitched voice, voice cracks screeching out due to the fact that I have hardly used my voice in my real body. The only response I got from the old men were a couple shaking heads, muffled laughs, and toothy grins. ''Oh, and now I remember why I probably wanted to forget these fuckers.'' The Giant''s Judgment are one of the oldest, and childish divisions under the ruler of Hell, and their childishness extends to even the elders, all of which are fans of ''funny'' tests. "Hopefully you can entertain us, for your sake." Chapter 6 - Illusion : The Wifebeater Path (2) [Many viewers believe you have given up, and believe you to be a .] [Many viewers are sizing up your limp body suspiciously.] [A few trained eyes that are able to keep up with the speed of the scenario are watching with wide eyes, unable to contain their disbelief!] [The Demon-Hunting Wifebeater Path has been completed!] Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.[Overall Difficulty : Predictable, Very Easy (Newbie)] [Personal Difficulty : Unpredictable, Impossible (Due to newborn status)] [Current Viewer-Based Personality/Traits Index : 1% , 35% , 55% , 7% , 2% ] [Current Official Personality/Traits Index : 100% ] Chapter 7 - Illusion : The Giants Judgement (3) "This is unheard of..." "Another..." "Could they have been planted on the nursery site?" "No, there is no way. The technician at the seen was a senior, and they confirmed that the soul condensed and solidified in the normal manner." "Then maybe their first words should garner some concern..." Discussions concerning Jasper occurred in a sparsely used conference room. This room is only used in regards to Demonic Entities, and only in situations where they could be a threat to the well-being of hell or if they had the chance to be an irreplaceable front-line asset. Similar discussions occurred in the streets, in pubs, and in rooms with similar purposes, but these other rooms were far less dusty due to the frequent traffic of citizens and hunter scouting agencies. The potential of a newborn like Jasper can throw industries looking for their time in the limelight into a frenzy. "Silence!" a booming voice commanded in the dusty room. Breaking their glares at the other men in front of them, these people all turned their eyes towards the voice. Respect is required in such a room, which is why such debates are allowed, as everyone''s opinion and input could change the product of their meeting. This is also exactly why every dropped their lively debates in order to listen to the words of one member, despite them being new. "I, Heso''k, shall take it onto myself to watch over this newborn," Heso''k said with a proud voice, gazing at the now silent members with shining eyes. Heso''k is a new member, and he hopes to make a good impression on the others. Recently sworn in, he is eager to prove his worth in the proceedings, especially since these events do not happen often. "We must remind ourselves that talent shouldn''t be seen as a threat on sight, these talents can improve the lives of those in hell," Heso''k said sagely, before he continued to say, "However, we should always be ready to respond in a moments notice in the event they do become a threat." "For now, we must proceed normally, meaning we should prepare the title reward." The men gazed with growing affection towards the young new member of the group, nodding their heads in respect, and saying one name due to tradition, "Heso''k!" After paying their respects to the input of the newest member, the members sitting in the dusty room soon engaged in a heated debate regarding the nature of the reward, a discussion that lasted hours in reality, however the time was slowed greatly in the scenario as the people in the dusty room finally came to a decision.The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. "Alright, ''Wifebeater,'' it is time to wake up!" One thought flashed through each member''s mind, ''Hehe, hopefully this will be funny.'' * "Wha-" the traces of a question lingered on my lips as the view of the previously bloody scene blurred out of existence. My vision blurred as I felt a searing pain stretch out across my limbs, and by the time I was able to refocus my eyes, I was looking up towards a group of bearded men. One man in particular was standing directly in front of me, a faint sheen of sweat was wiped from his face hurriedly as he successfully gained a calm stature. Behind this man laid a round stone table, riddled with deep fist sized holes and varying forms of what is most likely alcohol, assuming the substance in the cups lines up with the smell of the room. The other men in the room sat around this table, calmly looking at me from what now felt like afar in the smaller body of a newborn. ''Scenario Drift,'' I said those words in my mind, fully aware of why my limbs were in pain. Scenario Drift is a way to seamlessly transition a person from scenario and into reality, "transforming" the scenario body slowly into their real body to reduce the shock of the sudden height difference, along with moving the location of their real body to a specified location. In reality, it is the alteration and termination of the illusion that was originally initiated for the purpose of the scenario. The pain I was experiencing was the false pain created to develop an even more seamless transition. The only people capable of such things are- "We are the Hellgoon Kangaroo''s." "Hellgoon Kangaroo''s...?" I asked them with real confusion evident on my tubby face. Internally, I was wondering why they were calling themselves such an odd name now. "Haha, odd name, yes?" one of the bearded men in the back of the room rubbed their beard while looking at me with a twinkle in his eye. ''AH! I remember... this is the special method of secrecy used by this group, The Giant''s Judgement.'' The Giant''s Judgement hardly ever used their real name, but this is not by choice. All members are sworn using a secret method which causes them to spout such nonsense, but even I don''t know the inner-workings of such a guarded method. The purpose this group is to monitor possible threats to Hell, specifically newborns, and determine whether they are beneficial or dangerous to hell. While the scenarios themselves aren''t technically mean''t to check for a threat, these people use it for just that. They analyze, record, and review your scenario over and over if need be, and they are one of many groups handling such matters under the direct hand of the current ruler of Hell. "Haha! We are sure you are quite confused for the moment, but please hold your questions. As for who we are, it does not really matter for now. Perhaps in the future, Wifebeater," one of the men in the back spoke up again, playfully spitting out the last word in a slightly mocked manner. With a wave of their hands, they threw me into the air, and into the middle of the room, making it so I would hover in the middle of all of the seated men. "What are you doing?!" I questioned them in a loud high-pitched voice, voice cracks screeching out due to the fact that I have hardly used my voice in my real body. The only response I got from the old men were a couple shaking heads, muffled laughs, and toothy grins. ''Oh, and now I remember why I probably wanted to forget these fuckers.'' The Giant''s Judgment are one of the oldest, and childish divisions under the ruler of Hell, and their childishness extends to even the elders, all of which are fans of ''funny'' tests. "Hopefully you can entertain us, for your sake."