Reincarnated as a Dragon...or that was the plan

DISCLAIMER: This is just Fiction.
All Characters are 18 years old

Eighteen-year-old Draco lay on the cold, unforgiving concrete of the sidewalk, watching helplessly as the car sped away.
Its taillights flickered like dying stars, disappearing into the night, leaving him isolated in a dark void.

Blood matted his hair and trickled down his face, blurring his vision and filling his mouth with a metallic taste that made him want to gag.
The world around him felt distant, muted, as if he were submerged underwater, the sounds of the city fading into a dull hum.

His breaths came in shallow gasps, each one more agonizing than the last, a burning sensation clawing at his lungs.
The pain was relentless, a reminder of the cruel twist of fate that had turned a simple evening into a nightmare.

“So, this is how I die,” he thought bitterly, a **** smile tugging at his blood-stained lips. "Killed by a random drunk driver while I was just enjoying a nice summer walk."
The irony stung almost as much as his wounds, a cruel joke played by the universe.

Just moments ago, he had been wandering the streets, the warm breeze brushing against his skin, his mind a flurry of thoughts.

But now, all of that was gone.

He could feel the life slipping away from him as darkness crept into the edges of his vision.
With a grim determination, he rolled onto his back, attempting to fill his lungs with air, but the effort was futile.
He could feel the blood pooling in his lungs, making every inhale a struggle, a reminder that time was not on his side.

As the night deepened around him, Draco's thoughts drifted to the life he had lived, flashes of memories racing through his mind.
He thought about every single decision he had made, each path he had taken, and the myriad of moments that had led him to this fate

. He remembered the sting of rejection, the cruel words from his family, the dismissive glances from his peers, and the betrayal from those he had once called friends.
They had all labeled him an outcast, shoving him to the fringes of society, as if he were unworthy of their time and affection.

His heart ached with the weight of unfulfilled dreams.
He longed to be more than just another face in the crowd, to live in a world where he was special, free to act on his desires—no matter how dark they may have been.
Desires he had buried deep inside, hidden from everyone, even himself.
The yearning for acceptance, for power, for freedom—these thoughts swirled in his mind like a storm, mixing with the pain and regret of a life half-lived.

With one last, ragged breath, he whispered to the empty night, “Why me?”
The words hung in the air, unanswered, as his vision darkened and the world faded into oblivion, leaving him with nothing but the haunting silence of a life cut short.

“Oh, Sis, I think our new guest has finally joined us.”

Draco’s eyes fluttered open as he heard a voice echoing in the darkness, cutting through the haze of pain and confusion that clouded his mind.
He blinked, disoriented, his heart pounding in his chest
. Why am I alive? he thought frantically. Is this the afterlife? Who is speaking? Is this heaven or hell? And who is ‘Sister’?

Questions raced through his mind as he slowly sat up, his body feeling strangely light, the pain from before now just a distant memory.
As he opened his eyes fully, he realized he was no longer lying on the cold concrete but standing, naked, in a vast, dark void.
It was as if the world had been swallowed by an endless night, with no ground beneath his feet and no sky above.

Before him stood two women, their forms starkly outlined against the dark backdrop.

The first was tall, almost statuesque, with a presence that commanded attention.
She wore an alluring dress made of black and yellow fabric that clung to her curves, revealing much of her ample chest and exposing her toned midriff
. Her long, white hair cascaded down her back in waves, framing a pair of striking yellow eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness.
One of her eyes was adorned with a small, intricate tattoo that only added to her dangerous allure.
She exuded a sensual, predatory beauty that reminded Draco of the cheerleaders back in high school.

The second woman was shorter, more petite, with a youthful yet mature appearance.
Her long, black hair was tied into two pigtails that fell over her shoulders, and her eyes, a deep and mesmerizing blue, held a quiet intensity.
She wore a modest blue dress that concealed more than it revealed, her demeanor calm and composed, a stark contrast to her more flamboyant companion.
The more Draco looked at her, the more she reminded him of his cute neighbor who had recently moved in to attend a nearby university—innocent, approachable, but with an air of mystery.

“Liking what you see?” the white-haired woman teased her voice a low purr as she struck a pose, showcasing her body with a confidence that bordered on arrogance.

“N-no, I—” Draco stammered, trying to form a coherent response, but she cut him off with a flirtatious smile, leaning closer.

“My name is Carnachias, bad boy,” she purred, her voice dripping with a sexual tone.

The brown-haired girl sighed and rubbed her eyes, clearly exasperated. “Stop scaring him, Sister,” she said softly, her voice soothing and gentle.
She turned her gaze to Draco, her eyes meeting his with a kindness that just seemed to be off in some way.

“My name is Melanoche, human,” she said, her tone calm and steady. “
And we are gods of another world called Terra, far different from your Earth.” She paused, letting her words sink in before continuing.
“Our goal is to reincarnate you into this new fantasy world as our champion.”

As soon as Melanoche finished speaking, Draco’s confusion was replaced with a deep sense of disappointment.
He had heard enough stories and seen enough anime to know where this was going, and it wasn’t a story he wanted to be a part of.

“I don’t care,” he said bluntly, surprising both sisters. “I don’t want to become some hero who defeats a demon lord and gets a harem of **** girls. Just let me die.”

Melanoche blinked, taken aback by his response. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” she said gently, her expression softening.
“We are not good gods who summon heroes. We are the dark gods of this world, the ones who created the demon lord.”

This piqued Draco’s interest. He looked at her, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “What do you mean?”

Seeing that she had his attention, Melanoche continued, her voice steady and calm.
“We are the Dark Sisters, the Mistresses of **** and ****, the Creators of Chaos, and the Shield of everything evil in this world.
We are the creators and protectors of all monsters. Our goal is not to have you kill the demon lord.
It’s quite simple, really: Do as you will.”

Draco’s mind whirled. This was not the typical hero’s journey he had expected. “So, you don’t want me to be some righteous hero?” he asked, still trying to process what she was saying.

Carnachias, who had been watching with a predatory smile, leaned in closer. “No, bad boy,” she purred.
“We want you to be our champion. Our dark champion.
You’ll be free to do whatever you want, indulge in any desire, without the shackles of morality or duty.”

Draco’s heart raced.

This was what he had always wanted—to be free, to be someone special, to live in a world where he wasn’t bound by the mundane constraints of his human life.
His mind flashed to all the dark fantasies he had kept locked away, the dreams of power and freedom that he had never dared to voice.

“And why me?” he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Why did you choose me?”

This time, it was Carnachias who answered, her smile widening. “Because our side has been losing badly, and it seems that the Light Side has a significant advantage over us, bad boy,”
she giggled. “Plus, you’re the only available candidate.”

“Really, why?” Draco asked, still not fully understanding.

“Because humans from Earth are the only ones capable of reincarnation in another world,” Melanoche explained.
“But since most of them have Light Souls, only the Light Gods can reincarnate them as champions.” She paused, her eyes meeting his with a serious expression
. “However, your dark dreams and desires allowed us to reincarnate you as a monster, making you our Champion of Darkness.”

Draco’s heart pounded in his chest.
“So, your goal is to make me your dark champion in the form of a monster, who can do whatever he wants?” he asked, barely able to keep the excitement out of his voice.

“Yes,” both sisters said in unison, their voices filled with promise.

Draco couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face.
This was everything he had ever wanted: to be free, to be someone special, to live in a fantasy world, and to indulge in his darkest desires.

“However,” Melanoche said cautiously, her eyes watching him carefully,
“this is the first time we’re doing this, so we don’t know exactly what will happen to you.”

“But, bad boy,” Carnachias interjected, her voice playful and teasing, “you will be probably able to transform into a human form.
And don’t worry about the Light Gods finding out about you. Right now nly we three know about this plan.”
And we’ve made quite a few preparations. The place where you’ll land is even unknown to us."

After Carnachias’ explanation, Melanoche suddenly appeared in front of Draco,
her presence overwhelming as she took his hands into hers, which were glowing with dark, swirling magic.

“Now, hero,” she whispered, her voice soft and intimate, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made his heart race,
“are you ready to begin your new life?”

Draco couldn’t even think about refusing.
The word “YES” left his mouth before he could even process it, the thrill of what was to come overwhelming his senses.

As soon as he spoke, he felt his body disintegrating along with the dark void around him.