Warlock

You've elected not to have a birthday party, as you thought that would be tedious, choosing instead to treat the day as any other day.

The house being empty, no one was there to hear your screams of pain as the information from your past life streamed inside your mind. The records of on your soul burning into your mortal brain. This process was supposed to increase in speed, and, consequently, pain. Instead your knowledge allows you to make the transition increasingly more easy. Past the hour of the eighteenth year of your birthday, you are once again the mighty Ut'grah. You were and will still be Terry Bella, yet, are now more than that.

You take a moment to think about what Ut'grah has done in his past life. You can recall: great battles, sacrificing the populace of an entire nation in order to fuel your ability to reincarnate fully in the manner of your choosing; countless pacts with inhuman creatures; countless slaves serving you with broken wills; a harem of countless lovers... and so you remember what led to your .

The one creature that you loved most in all creation, the angel Taine. The one who you wished to make queen of your harem. Her beauty was beyond belief: a slender body, a decent chest, and long hair. Those simple mortal features were not what ensnared your black heart however, it was her color, if one could call it that. For what the common creature would have paint for coloring, she had light. She shone, blindingly so. Her skin was the white sun of noon, her hair the orange setting sun, and her lips, eyes and nails the still violet of the dawn before the sunrise. Even amongst angels such fairness was unique.

When she agreed to be yours, you were struck with disbelief. When, in bed, even before you took her, she plunged a flaming knife in your chest, you understood that it was all a ruse. Though upsetting, that was another life, and hearing the loud bang of a car backing up recompose yourself with a sigh.