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Title: Another Chance

“I always wonder what goes on inside that head of yours, Mr. Samuel."

I sighed and looked towards my younger coworker, “What did I tell you about calling me “Mr", Jacob? I also told you to not call me Samuel, just Sam is fine."

Jacob chuckles while rubbing the back of his neck, “Sorry, force of habit. I've always been told to respect my elders, so it's hard not to."

Oh? In a joking mood huh?

“I'm 38." I said dryly, “Sure, I'm almost 2 decades older than you, but I'm not that old."

“You know my generation, Sam. 38 to us is like the new 58." He teases.

Your generation also do the most stupid challenges and often get themselves killed, but I won't say that. Don't want to ruin our little banter.

“And here I thought you didn't subscribe to such thoughts the rest of your generation have. I'm disappointed."

“See, you even sound like you're an old man. We need to fix your vocabulary."

“I'll have you know I have a very silver-tongue, young man. My vocabulary is fine."

“Your tongue isn't the only thing that's silver. I think I see some gray hairs popping up."

I snorted, “That's a good one. You're getting better at this."

Jacob perks up and smiles at my praise, “Thanks! I'm quite proud of that as well."

My name is Samuel Adams, a down to earth and nice guy who's 38 years old and works at a company as a data entry clerk. There's not much about me that's different from others really. I went to college, got a degree, had a huge amount of debt to pay off because of college, found a job to pay off debt, and now I have been working a 9 to 5 job for more than a decade…and still paying off my debt. That's pretty much it for my general life.

My personal life? It isn't that much better. My parents separated when I was a teenager and life was hard since I had to juggle between both parents. But after a few years, the tug of war stopped since now it would look weird for two grown adults to fight over another “grown" adult. So my parents went on with their lives; finding new relationships and starting new families. Meanwhile, I was left alone. My parents don't interact with me too much since I remind them of their failed marriage. So I started to become more independent to handle my own stuff without them.

My social life? Sad. I'm an introvert, and a key thing about us introverts is that we could easily set ourselves up for failure in any social situation. I don't like to talk for too long with people unless I really like you, and that doesn't happen often—mainly due to me spending most of my time at home, not because I don't like people or something like that. So potential friendships usually die with time. Switching from custody to custody didn't help either…

My love life…? Let's not talk about that one. Just know I'm a virgin. Yep, a 38 year old virgin, that should tell you how well my love life is going. I could be considered an honorary nun at this point. Though, a nun would probably have more action than me, since they have a relationship with God and all.

I probably couldn't become a nun anyway. Not with a mind like mine, it's filled with the most unholiest of thoughts.

Speaking about thoughts.

“Anyway, you said you wanted to know what's going on inside this head of mine. Why so curious?"

“Well," Jacob shifts in his seat, “You always have this deep look on your face, like you're trying to find the answers to life or something. So I'm curious what you're always thinking about."

Oh, I forgot to mention one thing about me. It's likely the reason, besides being an introvert, why I have such a shitty love life. I wouldn't really admit this at all, but I think it's a pretty important thing about me. It took me some time to fully accept it, but I'm mature enough now to finally say it.

I have a porn addiction.

And it's not just looking up porn and watching it, I also read many smut stories, appreciate NSFW art, play sex games, and fantasize a lot of…perverse scenarios. I could have the most impassive and stoic expression on my face and I would be thinking about someone having the most raunchiest, sloppiest, degrading, kink-filled orgy with 14 different werewolves behind a still open Waffle House.

“…This old man's thoughts are too mature for you."

“Oh come on! Now I'm even more curious!"

“Too bad." I look at the bottom right corner of my computer screen and check the time. It was 4:55, about time to call it a day.

“It's almost 5, I'm going to finish putting in this last set of data and head out."

Jacob checks the time too, “Oh, you're right! I don't have much else to do, just have to go over the data for mistakes and I'm good to go."

“Alright then, let's finish up."

With that, my fingers start to tap away on the keyboard with practiced ease. It didn't take long to complete what was left, it wasn't much after all. I look down again and saw it was 5:02, just a little over my clock out time. I hear Jacob groaning besides me, leaning back on his chair as he stretches his arms.

“Finally done for the day. I can't wait to get home and collapse on my bed."

I get up from my seat and smirk at Jacob, “You're going straight to bed when you go home? I thought I was the old man here."

“I've been working all day. Young people can get tired too, you know?" Jacob tiredly complained as he got up as well.

“I don't know, maybe you're coming up into those years. Old age sneaks up to you when you least expect it after all."

“Are you speaking from experience?" Jacob smirks, thinking he had me again, but he didn't.

“Yep, so I know when to spot others when they're in denial. Don't worry, I'll help you through that denial of yours."

“I'm not old yet!"

“That's what they all say…"

Jacob and I continue joking with one another while we clocked out for the day and left the building. The sounds of city life greets us as soon as we went out the door. I could hear cars honking and people yelling their poor throats out. Ah, good old rush hour. It's a good thing my apartment is close by, my mind wouldn't last long in this traffic.

I started walking towards my apartment—

“Where do you think you're going?"

I turn around and look at Jacob with a raised eyebrow, “I'm going home, you know, the place you go to wash, eat, rest after a long day. Don't tell me you don't have a home to go to."

“I'm not homeless." Jacob said flatly. I see the corner of one of his eyelids twitch. “What I mean was that you can't go home yet, since you and I are going to hit up a bar together!"

I blink at him, “…What? Why?"

“Because I want to show you that I'm not old." He said defiantly. “And what better way to show you than going out for drinks!"

Shit, my jokes are coming back to bite me.

Not wanting to go drinking, I opened my mouth to speak—

“Plus, I want to hangout with you. You might be older than me, but you're a lot cooler to be around than most of my friends."

—only to shut my mouth instantly after what Jacob said.

Damn you Jacob, I really wanted to read that new chapter that was posted today…flattery really does get you everywhere.

I sigh but I couldn't help but have a smile on my face. “Fine, let's go."

“Awesome! Come on, I know a bar close by from here."

Jacob waves me over in a direction and I follow him. We walked for a couple of minutes until Jacob lead me to a bar called “Pints". We walked inside the bar and strangely enough, it was moderately full, but we were able to grab some seats by the counter. The night started off slow and light, we just talked about how much work sucks and some bits and pieces about our lives while taking sips of our drinks. Later in the night though? We were a lot more free with our discussions, alcohol can work wonders no? Right now, we were both nursing mix-drinks but mine had more soda than alcohol in it and Jacob was the opposite. While I was close to feeling tipsy, Jacob was completely buzzed.

“Then she asked to kiss me! Can you believe that?! One of the popular girls, wanting to kiss ME of all people! It was like a dream come true." Jacob spouts excitedly.

I snort, “I'm surprised, I would have thought she would leave after your awkwardness."

“Ugh…don't remind me. I was such a dweeb back in highschool." Jacob grumbles before perking back up.

“Anyway, she asked me for a kiss, and I accepted of course! I would have strangled myself if I didn't. Now here we were, both of us leaning into the kiss. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach as our lips drew closer together. And when we were about to seal in the kiss…I fucking barfed on her!"

“Pfffft!" I was definitely not expecting that. “Hahahaha! You're—You're joking!"

“Nope! This totally happened! I can never forget how pissed she was when I did that…" Jacob's eyes had a far away look to them as he stared off into space. A grimace was forming on his face almost like he was reliving the mortifying moment.

And that causes me to laugh for a second time, which makes Jacob join in as well. It took us a couple of seconds to calm down from our laughter before I could say anything.

“Damn, I can't believe you just threw up on her. Looks like those 'butterflies' in your stomach were actually just an upset stomach." I joked.

“Hey, cut me some slack!" He said indignantly. “I was drunk and nervous. You would barf too if you were in a stressful situation like I was!"

“Hah! Sure I would, Jacob. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

“Oh come off it! Don't act like you don't have any embarrassing memories you're keeping to yourself." He clasps my shoulder and shakes me. “C'mooon, spill them!"

“Alright, Alright, I'll share them. Can you stop shaking me now?." He stops and lets go, making me sigh in relief. “Thanks, now I don't have to worry about puking unlike a certain someone."

Jacob tosses me a bitter look which makes me let out a small laugh.

“Ok…let me think about a story I can tell..."

Hmm…what should I tell him? I got a few in mind. Most of them revolve around me failing to live out a fantasy of mine though…ah screw it, I'm tipsy and having fun, so why not. I could always just cut out and change some bits that are TMI anyway.

“Alright I got one! So there was this one time I had to pee really bad and the closest toilet was at a gas station. The place looked seedy as hell but when you gotta go, you tend to not care at that point. So I went inside the restroom and into one of the stalls, but inside the stall was a—“

“P-Please let go!"

My story was cut short when I heard some commotion behind me, I turned my head and saw some guy and a girl. The guy had a mullet that didn't work well with his face. He was wearing a white T-shirt with some ripped jeans and worn down sneakers. The girl on the other hand has curly brown hair, a pink blouse, some jeans and a pair of white flats.

“C'mo-C'mon, don' be like that girl~ We're just ha'vn fun to-toget'her right?"

From his speech alone, you can tell that the man was drunk. He had his hand clenched tightly around the girl's wrist while she was trying to struggle out of it. I might be a bit buzzed from drinking, but I can tell this doesn't look good.

“H-Hey, leave her alone!"

And it seems like Jacob held the same sentiments as he got up from his seat—and stumbled slightly due to the alcohol—and spoke up, catching the drunk man's attention.

“Huh? Wha you said, fucker." The man said in slurred anger.

“I said let— let her go. She's clearly not interested in you, so leave her only!"

“Fuck off. She's into me…aren't you babe~?"

“N-No! I'm not! Now let me go, please!" Instead of sounding angry, the girl was more anxious than anything. She was practically begging for him to stop at this point.

Instead of giving up, the drunk just grins, “Com ooon, don't say that~ W-We all know most of u women like playing har'd to get. Stop ma'kin thing so dif-difficult."

“I doubt it." I said, making everyone turn to me. A heavy frown on my face.

The guy clicked his teeth, “Now who da fuck are…" His sentence stopped short when he saw a guy beside me who looked like he religiously goes to the gym and hasn't missed a day in his life. The man wore a plain, navy blue shirt that had the word 'BOUNCER' written in bold, white letters.

“We have a problem here?" The muscle bound bouncer spoke, his eyes too staring heavily at the drunk with a frown. While Jacob was confronting the man, I went to grab some muscle in case this drunk decides to get physical. Hopefully with beefcakes here, the drunk can lay off from the girl.

But of course, it isn't that easy…we're dealing with an overbearing drunk here, after all.

“Yeah, this prick is bothering me, I'm try'in to get laid tonite."

Jacob immediately got angry, “Yeah, by forcing yourself onto her, you asshole. She's clearly not interested!"

The guy opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the girl, “He's right! I'm—I'm not interested in him, I just wanted to go out for the night. I told him this but he won't leave me alone!"

Again, the dude tries to speak up but the bouncer stops him before he spouts anymore bullshit.

“Alright, I heard enough. I'm going to ask you to leave sir."

This time, the drunk was able to speak up, “But I didn't do anything wrong! Is it illegal for a guy to talk to a bitch and have some fun with her or somethin'?!" Obviously he had nothing good to say as he shouted out indignantly. Most of the girls who were eavesdropping on the situation had looks of disgust at the words this man was saying.

The bouncer's frown changed to a scowl, “No, but it is illegal to sexually assault someone. So, I won't tell you a third time, sir. You need to leave before I have to force you out." He gave the drunk one last chance to leave on his own accord and not be forced to get hurt or completely embarrassed by him, and just like any true drunk would, the guy squandered it.

“Oh yeah? How about you make— W-What the—!“

The bouncer instantly grabbed onto the drunk's shirt and started dragging him to the exit. To add more salt to his already injured pride, the people of the bar began to clap and cheer at him being kicked out. The bouncer opens the bar door and literally throws the drunk out, he dusts his hands, almost like dusting away the filth of trash.

The drunk clumsily stands up and turns to the door with anger, “Whatever! She's not even worth th' trouble. Fuc tis fuc'kin lame ass place!" He then stumbles away from the bar, and becauses of the window, we don't miss how he tripped over himself…and then tripped again before finally having stable footing and left out of our visions with an embarrassed look on his face.

I won't lie and say that I didn't enjoy every moment of that.

The girl sighs in relief and turns to us, “Thank you! I didn't think he would leave me alone if you both didn't come and help me."

Jacob smiles at her, “It's no problem! I hate guys like that and I couldn't sit there and just let that happen."

“Me neither, I couldn't watch someone force themselves onto someone else." I could read it though, but reading something in fantasy is always way different to seeing it in real life. “Anyway, are you ok? He was grabbing you pretty tightly there." I look towards the girl in concern.

“Oh! Yeah, I'm ok. Think I'm going to call it a night though… it's getting late and I had enough 'fun' for the night."

“That sucks but totally understandable." Jacob chimed in. “I hope you have a good night!"

With that, we both wave goodbye to the girl as she waved back and left through the door.

Jacob sighs happily and turns to me, “That felt good! Thanks for bringing backup there, it was hilarious watching that asshole getting dragged out."

I chuckle a bit, “It's no problem, I need to do a good deed for the day anyway."

“Cool, now let's go back to drinking! You were just about to tell me what you found in that stall. I think I have an idea about what you saw~" Jacob flash me a knowing look with a smirk and I smirk back. Sadly for him though, that has to wait for another time.

“Sorry, but I have to go home now."

“What?? How come???" Jacob whined.

“Because it's 8 o'clock and I have work in the morning, you big baby. I can't go to work hungover..."

“Ah, I forgot you're not off tomorrow. Damn…"

“Sorry, Jacob. Maybe I'll tell you the story next time."

“Well, I might as well leave with you." He shrugs. “There's no point in me staying here by myself. Oooh! While we walk, you can continue that story of yours!."

“Nope! That story, and many others, are only for the bar. Nice try though." I smirked at him before walking away to the door.

“That's not fair! I talked about my embarrassing thing! You should too!" Jacob whines as he follows me out the door.

“How about this? The next time we go out, I'll tell you more than one memory, each one more embarrassing than the last?"

“Deal!"

Well isn't he easy to please.

We first went towards the direction of Jacob's home first. It was getting dark and I couldn't, in good conscience, let him walk alone while in the state he's in. As we walked, Jacob was leading most of the conversation—thank God he wasn't a quiet drunk, even though those are practically rare to begin with—while I just nodded my head and spoke up here and there. Thinking back to the time at the bar, I smiled.

I really had fun today. Sure it was only three hours, but that's a lot for introverts like myself. I would have probably gone home and twiddled my dick before going to sleep, which just sounds sad and pathetic now that I think about it. So, I'm glad Jacob was able to convince me to go with him. I really did need this.

Maybe…I should go out more, by myself. I'm not getting any younger…

“MMMMHHH!"

“Holy shit! What was that!" Jacob half exclaimed as he flinched back at the sound.

I would like to know that as well because Jesus…

“I don't know but it sounds like it was coming from there." I point to an alleyway across the street from us.

“Then let's go over there! Maybe someone is getting robbed or something!"

“And you want to go to the—and he's not listening." I watch as he stumbly jogs across the street and I reluctantly follow after him.

Nothing ever good comes out of alleys. Watching tv shows tell me that they're either one; where stray, rabies-filled animals fight for trash. Two, where people go to do shady deals or three; a place where a stranger can jump you. Let's just hope it's the first option and none of the latter.

We both made it to the end of the alleyway and peaked inside it. My heart fell from what I saw, it confirmed that we were dealing with the two latter options, specifically the last one.

In the alley we're two people struggling against each other, a guy and a girl. It was a bit dark, but I was able to tell the features of the two. The guy had a mullet that didn't work well with his face—wait isn't that the drunk guy from before?

“Stop squirmin' already, damn bitch!" The guy said through gritted teeth.

He does seem as drunk as before…

I heard whimpering from the girl he had in his grip and took a close look at her features as well. I was shocked when it was the same girl as before too!

Jeez…tonight isn't her night…

“Why can't you females learn to have some fuckin fun! What's the point of going out and not wanting to get with a guy like me, huh!" He shoved her onto the alley wall and pinned her.

“Then you start screaming which was a fucking stupid move…and I had to hurt you for that."

…

“Now shut up and be a good girl so I can give you a real reason to scream." He then started to unzip—

“Let her go, you sick freak!" Jacob yelled out, stopping the guy from doing…something horrible.

“Wha—Oh it's you fucks again! Why the hell you both keep butting in my business!"

“Why the hell you keep assaulting girls, rapist!" Jacob countered.

The guy grunts madly, “I'm not a rapist! I was just having fun, and you two keep on ruining it! But not this time…" He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a long switchblade.

Oh shit.

“Oh shit."

That one was Jacob.

“Yeah, not so fucking tough now, you punks." He smiles as he steps closer to us, which makes us immediately take a step back.

“You know, you guys wouldn't be in this situation if y'all would have just minded your own goddamn business! Now if the two of you don't want you bleed to death, turn away and fuck off."

This is bad…what do we do? The smarter thing to do was…listen to him and walk away. Of course we'll call the police as soon as we're far enough and give them the description of the guy so they can arrest him. Though…that would mean letting this psycho rape this girl. Plus, who's to say that the police would even do anything? They're often disappointing when it comes to stuff like this.

“Well?! Are you fucks gonna leave or what—“

He wasn't able to finish his sentence when the girl slammed a beer bottle from the trash onto his head. She then tried to rush past him but I guess the hit to the head wasn't strong enough to put him down. The psycho managed to catch her with his fist, hitting her in the face—hard, making her fall to the ground with a cry.

“You…bitch! I'm getting so fucking tired of—"

Again, he was able to finish his sentence as Jacob rammed into him with his shoulder. The impact made the psycho hit the ground while Jacob fell over due to the monument. Jacob quickly scrambles up to his legs and rushes towards the girl.

“Come on! Can you get up!" The girl only groans with a stun look on her face, making Jacob tsk. He bends down to pick her up, struggling as he does. Seeing this, I finally decided to do something and went up to help him.

“I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

I looked past the two of them and saw the psycho was on his feet again. His face was twisted in sheer anger, blood was leaking down his face due to the injury on his head. He charged towards Jacob like a raging bull with his blade in hand…and Jacob couldn't do anything because he had the girl in his arms and couldn't move in time.

So I did the only thing that I could.

Since I was closer to the two, I ran up to them…and pushed them out of the way…leaving only me in this psycho's path…

*Shnk!*

First was the sound…then came the hot searing pain from my chest. The pain… The pain was unbearable. It felt like a thousand of hot needles piercing my chest simultaneously. It hurts so much that I could barely think. I fell to the ground with a thud, clenching the bleeding hole in my chest.

It hurts…it hURTSS!

“Oh… Oh shit…"

Stabbing me must've sober up the psycho and now he's panicking.

“Shit, shit…fuck!"

He then turns and runs away from the alleyway.

“SAM!"

I then heard Jacob's screaming voice through the pain. He got up from the ground and rushed next to me. He stops just a few inches from me due to my blood flowing on the ground.

“Oh Jesus. W-what am I s-supposed to do…?! I-I need to stop the bleeding!" Jacob then comes up to me and turns me on my back. He frantically took his shirt off and pressed it on my wound, making me grunt out in pain.

“OH MY GOD!" The girl said finally coming-to from her hit earlier.

Jacob quickly turns to her and yells, “Call 911, quick!"

“O-Ok!"

She started calling 911 but I couldn't hear anything else, everything was starting to feel distant. The pain in my chest was starting to go away and black dots were periodically dancing within my vision. My body was starting to feel numb and warmth was slowly leaving me as time went forward. With all these signs, one thought was firmly placing itself inside my head…

I was dying.

My eyes slowly move to Jacob's face as he leans above me. His mouth was moving, but no sound was coming out. His eyes looked a bit misty, it looked like he was about to cry at any moment. My eyes panned to my chest and I saw that he was pressing onto my wound for dear life in order to stop the bleeding. The shirt showed his effort to stop it, as now the white of the shirt was now dyed red with my blood.

I'm dying.

My eyes then went back up to the sky as I started to think about my life…and how much I wasted it by not following my desires.

Constantly, I would want to live out a fantasy I had but flake at the last moment. The fear of screwing up and embarrassing myself is always present within my mind. So that's why I always stick to watching porn, nothing goes wrong in it. If it did, the videos wouldn't be posted on sites in the first place. And now because of that, I haven't truly experienced the life I wanted to try. I can't even fix it because…

I'm dying.

I feel my body shaking, Jacob must be shaking me to keep me awake…but I'm tired. The black dots in my vision were bigger and now my body felt cold and almost empty. My eyes were getting heavier and heavier, my breathing was getting shorter and shallower.

I'm dying…but I don't want to die…

Then my eyes closed and I was fully in darkness.

---

I was falling, however I can't feel or move my body. My eyes were closed, but I see so many colors surrounding me. The noises around me were like a symphony of beautiful notes and echoes that seem close but also distant. Even though I'm here, it feels like I'm everywhere.

Where am I? The last thing I remember was… Oh right, I was dying. If I'm in a strange place I can't begin to comprehend where, then I must be dead. That sucks.

I wonder what's going to happen now?

{Analyzing the soul of Samuel Doyle.}

What—Who was that?

{Analysis complete. After scanning Samuel Doyle's soul, we have decided the best race for him is an incubus of the Demon race.}

Demon? Incubus? Does that mean I'm going to hell…? Sure I wasn't religious, but I like to think I was a good person. I haven't done anything bad unless you count watching porn. Do you really go to hell for watching porn? Seems a bit dramatic and unfair. At least it makes sense to why I'm an incubus, going to hell doesn't though.

{We will now give Samuel Doyle the appropriate abilities and talents based on his race and soul.}

Abilities and talents? I didn't know God could be so generous to demons.

{As an Incubus of the Demon race, you will gain the following Common rank racial abilities: [Physical Regeneration (-F)], [Claws (-F)], [Winged Flight (-F)] and the Uncommon rank ability: [Arousal Sense (-F)].}

These abilities…strangely sound like ones you see in fantasy novels. Is hell a fantasy world? How weird, but not unwelcome.

{From scanning Samuel Doyle's soul, we have seen his obsession with Pornographic content. Due to the added bonus of being an Incubus, we have decided to give him the Exotic ability: [Debauchery], and a Major Talent in Sex.}

I'm now talented at…sex? God really is generous. What is that ability though? It makes me sound super scum-y…I should ignore it. I'm being rewarded for my porn addiction after all, I can't look a gift horse in the mouth.

{From scanning Samuel Doyle's soul, we have seen his inability to help him. So we decided to give him the Exotic ability [Vassal of Guidance].}

I—that's—you know what…I'm not saying anything. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, Sam.

{The process of giving Samuel Doyle abilities and talents is now complete. It is now time to start the reincarnation process of Samuel Doyle.}

Wait, reincarnation? I'm…not going to hell? If this isn't hell, what is this place?

My question wasn't answered. Soon the colors around me started to glow brighter, so bright that it was blinding. I was assaulted with the colors, so many emotions filled me as they do. Anger, sadness, fear, confusion, joy, calmness, excitement. However, there was one thing inside the colors that wasn't like the others. Something far stronger than an emotion.

It was life.

I suddenly gasped, filling my lungs with as much air as possible as I sat up from the ground. I sat there, just breathing and staring with distant, wide eyes. After a couple of seconds, I took one more deep breath and slowly let out, finally calming down.

That was such a weird dream, or experience? Was any of that real? It sure felt real…

Looking around, it seems that I'm somewhere…rocky. There's no signs of vegetation or buildings in the surroundings, just mounds and hills of black and red rocks. The sky was covered in smog, it was so thick that I couldn't see through it. I flinched and jump up in fear when I heard screeching in the distance.

Yeah, I'm definitely in hell. If I remember correctly, that voice said I was going to be reincarnated and that I was going to be an Incubus. Does that mean I'm reborn as an incubus?

I quickly looked down at my body and…yep, I'm a demon now. My crimson skin tells me loud and clear, I'm also pretty small seeing how short my legs are and close to the ground I am. Though for some reason I'm naked but I guess that makes sense, your clothes don't come with you after death. My hands guided themselves to my chest where my stab wound was. I guess wounds don't travel with you either.

I let out a sigh, dragging my hands through my hand only to stop. One, because I don't have hair anymore—the saddest lost honestly—and two, there were horns on my head. They felt tiny, I would have missed them if I hadn't dragged my hand at an angle. Now that I am conscious of the new abnormality, I discovered two more that were a part of me; a pair of wings and a tail. The wingspan of my wings were barely longer than the length of my arms. They were red and leathery, nothing really impressive design wise. My tail is the same as well, it was small but long enough for me to see it. It looked like any cliche tail you think a demon would have.

That's about it, from what I can tell I'm just a small incubus who's just red all over. Wasn't I supposed to be talented at sex now? Who would want to have sex with me of all things?

This really is hell.

<<Correction: This isn't Hell, this is a region known as Desolate.>>

I jumped up at the sudden voice that spoke up, it sounded distinctly male and robotic. My body twisted around and I was met with…nothing.

“Hello?! Who's there?!"

<<I am speaking inside your head. It's best not to speak at loud, you may catch the attention to monsters near by.>>

I instantly shut my mouth at the mention of monsters. I check the surroundings again to see if anything was going to show up before sighing in relief when nothing showed up.

Ok, now that the scare is out of the way, who the hell was that? Whoever it is said that they spoke inside my head. Do I just respond in my head?

Uh…hello?

<<Greetings. I am your ability [Vassal of Guidance]. My purpose is to help and guide you on your journey due to your inability to him yourself.>>

There's no need to repeat that last part! I shouted in my head before getting back to business. Alright, so you're that thing the voices gave me. Are you like an AI assistant or something?

<<To put it simply, yes. I am like an AI assistant.>>

That's cool…so…can you tell me what happened to me? And what was that place I was before? Who were those voices? Was that God?

<<I'm sorry, but you don't have the authority to know what that place was or the true name of the entity behind those voices. Just know that no, those voices aren't the Biblical God of your world. However, I can answer your question about what happened to you.>>

<<From scanning your memories from your soul, you died from a stab to the chest. The weapon was able to hit an important artery that was directly next to the heart, resulting in major internal bleeding. You died within 3 minutes.>>

<<After dying, your soul was sorted from other souls and was reincarnated into this world base on your character from your past life.>>

So I really did die and reincarnated into another world…as an incubus no less. That, funnily enough, sounds like one of those long winded anime titles. I would have never thought I'd experience something like this though. That means there's someone out there who's actually a vending machine right now…poor guy.

I chuckled to myself at the surreal thought before shaking my head.

If there were people looking at me now, they probably think weird right now—ignoring my current look. Most people would be having a panic attack by now, probably crying to themselves about how unfair it is that they died and scared that they're somewhere unfamiliar. And here I am cracking jokes and already accepting the current situation. People would find it unacceptable that I'm way too calmly about the whole “you died and was reborn" situation, and they're right, I am too calm. I have a good reason for that however.

You haven't experienced what I have been through.

In my final moments of death, there was a finality of sorts, like you knew this was the end. The curtain surrounding your life was prematurely drawing to a close and you couldn't stop it. The sheer dread I felt at that time was palpable, but I was also filled with grim acceptance.

My life was empty. My parents see me as a personification of their past mistake and only greet me in passing, I had almost no friends and the only one I had was my friend because we were forced to work together, I never been in a relationship or tried to fulfill my desires because I was too scared that I would hurt myself in the process.

To put it simply, I didn't live a fulfilling life. So I accepted my death and gave up. Who knows, maybe I pushed Jacob and that girl out the way on purpose. Maybe I wanted to get stabbed so I can get it over with already. No one will ever know what I was thinking at the time though, not even myself will know. It's over and done with now, there would be no point.

However…just because I gave up on that life…doesn't mean that I wanted to die. I still wanted to live a life that I could truly enjoy and find happiness in. To be given the chance to not be scared anymore and bring my fantasies to life.

And then it happened, the chance showed it. When I was in that colorful place, I could now tell that I was mostly devoid of emotion, and I was only reacting to things based on my memories. So when those colors went inside me, I experienced emotions so pure that when I look back at my old life, there was nothing but frustration and pity. That frustration and pity soon went away when I started being filled with life.

As soon as I was touched with life, it instantly overshadowed the scar of my past death. Now that I'm standing here, naked and afraid, excitement flows throughout my body. I've been given a second chance at life in some fantasy world with abilities that will make this life even more enjoyable. There's no way I'll ruin this chance. With that, I made a promise to myself.

I will live on…and never die unfulfilled again.