Somewhere, in the modern world, there exists a small blue planet called Earth. And on that planet, within the pulse of a bustling city, a bus rumbled down the street—its tires humming over the asphalt like a lullaby.
Inside, among sleepy commuters and daydreaming teens, one seventeen-year-old boy sat near the window, deeply immersed in the vivid panels of his manga. His name? Rae Wayne.
Black hair. Blue eyes. Kind-hearted to a fault. The type who'd give you his last snack even if he was starving. A romantic dreamer obsessed with overpowered demons, fantasy harems, and the dream of one day becoming the ruler of his own otherworldly domain.
"Bro! This demon prince just wiped out an entire kingdom with one spell and claimed the queen as his third wife!" Rae exclaimed, eyes wide, heart racing. "This is PEAK FICTION."
He looked up with pure, animated excitement. "And the art! Look at this panel! The way they draw his demon horns glowing with cursed fire as he kisses the vampire empress—it's just… perfection."
Aiden Cross, sitting beside him, gave a slow nod, smiling as he peered over Rae's shoulder. "You always say that. But which one's your favorite now? The queen, the cat-eared assassin, or the angel-turned-demon general?"
Rae grinned like a devil. "All of them. I am a man of culture. But if I HAD to choose? The demon general. She's got tragic backstory energy, bro. She's broken, beautiful, and ready to burn the world for love."
Aiden chuckled. "That sounds… concerning. You do know this is fiction, right?"
Rae pointed a dramatic finger. "Fiction is life, Aiden. Real life is just filler."
Aiden rolled his ocean-blue eyes, brushing a hand through his neatly parted, slightly wavy blonde hair. Captain of the school kendo team, honor student, and everyone's favorite knight-in-shining-hoodie. Loyal to a fault, even if it broke him.
From the seat across the aisle came a sigh laced with judgement.
"You two are idiots."
Enter Hana Kisaragi. Cherry-red hair tied into a messy ponytail, crimson-amber eyes burning with tsundere fury, and enough sarcasm to shatter steel.
"You're seriously fangirling over demon waifus on a Tuesday morning?" she asked, adjusting her hoodie and flipping a page in her notebook. "You're beyond saving."
Rae leaned toward her, eyes mischievous. "You say that, but last week you cried when the elf girl died in your favorite show."
"I did NOT cry," Hana snapped.
Aiden smirked. "You blew your nose into a tissue shaped like her magic staff."
Hana glared daggers. "That was symbolic mourning."
Rae laughed, holding up another manga. "This one's even better. Demon lord gets reincarnated as a high school girl, still keeps his powers, and seduces the student council president who's secretly a Valkyrie."
Aiden leaned in. "That sounds illegal."
Zack Taylor, towering and quiet behind them, gave a rare smirk. He rested his chin on his arm against the window.
Rae turned. "Zack! Thoughts? Opinions? Tier list of demon transformations?"
Zack raised an eyebrow. "Slime demons are underrated."
Rae pointed at him like he had just discovered fire. "YES. Finally, someone understands!"
Aiden leaned back, amused. "You two are going to start a cult."
Hana shook her head. "A cult of degenerates."
Rae beamed. "We prefer the term 'connoisseurs of chaos.'"
Zack nodded solemnly. "Chaos has flavor."
Hana groaned and slapped her forehead. "I'm surrounded by idiots."
"I just want to be an overpowered demon prince," Rae said with dreamy eyes, clutching his manga dramatically. "A feared ruler with a giant castle, a harem of beautiful—"
SMACK!
"OUCH!" Rae cried, holding his head.
Hana lowered her hand, looking satisfied. "Talk about harems one more time and I'll write you into my novel as a nameless corpse #7."
"Uncalled for! That HURT!"
"Good."
Rae rubbed his head. "You didn't even hold back…"
Aiden laughed. "You had that coming, man."
Rae slumped into his seat. "No one understands the burden of being a man of passion…"
He turned back to his manga, whispering, "Overpowered demon prince… now that's the dream."
Then everything changed.
Screech!
The tires blew. A deafening pop echoed under the bus.
The vehicle jolted. Metal groaned. People screamed.
"WHOA WHOA WHOA—" Rae shouted, grabbing the seat in front of him.
"What's happening?!" Hana shouted, her eyes wide with panic.
Aiden stood, bracing himself. "Driver! Brake! BRAKE!"
The bus swerved hard. Students screamed. Bags flew through the air.
Zack lunged forward, grabbing Rae's arm and steadying him.
"Thanks—!"
"We're tipping!" someone screamed.
The bus swiveled, almost sideways, spinning down the road like a drunken beast.
Sparks flew as the wheels scraped the concrete. Horns honked in the distance. The city outside blurred into streaks of color.
"WE'RE GOING TOO FAST!" Hana cried.
"I think I just peed a little!" Rae yelled.
"THIS IS BAD—THIS IS REALLY BAD!" Aiden yelled, trying to help another student.
Zack held firm, planting his feet, eyes narrowed. "Brace!"
Then, the worst happened.
The bus smashed through a rail.
"No…" Rae whispered.
And they were airborne.
Suspended in time. Silence filled the cabin.
Rae turned to look at his friends—Aiden holding a girl close, shielding her. Hana gripping her notebook, trembling. Zack calm, yet unreadable.
If there's a next life…
I want to be an overpowered devil.
Feared. Adored. Loved. No regrets.
Please…
Let me be more than I ever was.
Then—
Impact.
Blackness.
Silence.
Darkness.
Time didn't exist here. Or if it did, Rae couldn't feel it.
Minutes passed. Or hours. Or days.
Then… something shifted.
A spark of awareness.
Rae stirred.
His eyes opened—if he even had eyes. "W-What is… going on?"
All around him: endless, oppressive blackness.
No ground. No sky. No stars. Just void.
"Where… where am I?"
He looked down.
Or tried to.
There was nothing. No body. No arms. No legs. Just a presence, suspended like a drop of oil in a sea of ink.
"I… I feel light," he whispered.
He tried to touch his face—instinctively.
"I can't… why can't I touch my face?"
He tried again. Nothing.
"No hands… no fingers—"
He twisted, spun, kicked—yet didn't move.
"I don't have a body… I don't have a BODY—"
A chilling silence followed. Panic gripped him.
"I'm just floating! I'm… I'm a soul?! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!"
He screamed into the void.
"I'm DEAD?! Is this HEAVEN?! Why is it so dark?! This can't be heaven—this is like... voidspace! Is this HELL?!"
He spun in place, his invisible form convulsing with emotion.
"What did I DO wrong?! I helped people! I gave Zack my snacks! I didn't even finish pirating that last anime season—"
Breathless, he sobbed, even though he had no breath. "This isn't fair… this isn't FAIR…"
Then—
Memories.
Fast. Blurred. Crystal clear.
The bus.
Hana yelling.
Zack grabbing his arm.
Aiden trying to help.
The swerve.
The bridge.
The fall.
The last thoughts.
I died… Rae realized.
"I… I died in that crash," he whispered.
His voice trembled in the black void.
"And… and the others… they were with me…"
Tears—soul-tears—if such things existed, welled inside.
"I hope… the three idiots… are alright…"
He floated, hollow. Still confused.
"What is this place? Why is it just darkness? No angels. No demons. No pearly gates. Just… this."
He glanced around again, still hoping something would shift.
"Hello?!" he called out, his voice cracking.
It echoed.
"HELLO! ANYBODY THERE?!"
His voice rebounded again and again through the black void, swallowed by the silence. Still, no answer. No hint of life.
He spun in place.
"HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" he yelled, his soul-voice stretching into the distance like a scream into eternity. He waited. Nothing.
"COME ON! IS THIS SOME KIND OF PUNISHMENT?! AM I ON CANDID CAMERA?!"
No response.
He started pacing, or rather, floating in tight, circular motions—his non-existent hands clenching, phantom sweat dripping from a body that wasn't there.
"HELLOOO?! SOMEONE? ANYONE?!"
Nothing.
He paused.
And then shouted again. "I'M NOT DEAD ENOUGH TO DEAL WITH THIS KIND OF EMPTINESS!"
Still. Nothing.
He gritted his phantom teeth. "I swear, if this is purgatory, it SUCKS!"
Just as he was about to scream one more time—
A soft voice, smooth as silk and laced with amusement, echoed through the void.
"Well, well… someone's impatient."
Rae froze.
"H-Huh?"
The voice giggled—a low, sultry sound that curled around his consciousness like smoke.
"You're my little impatient devil, are we?" it whispered again, this time teasing. "Screaming into the void like a lost puppy. How cute."
Rae spun around. "WHO SAID THAT?! SHOW YOURSELF!"
The voice laughed again, its echo slithering in every direction.
"Over here…"
He turned. Nothing.
"Or maybe here…"
He spun again. Still nothing.
"You're making this fun," the voice cooed.
Then the void rumbled.
The sound came like distant thunder—deep, vibrating, ancient.
The blackness beneath Rae quivered, like trembling glass.
"What now?!" Rae gasped, trying to stay upright in the endless weightlessness.
He looked down and saw… cracks.
Faint, glowing red cracks spiderwebbing across the darkness under him.
"Wait… the ground's cracking? But there wasn't even ground here before!"
The cracks grew wider. Red light pulsed from below—like the heartbeat of something ancient waking up.
"That light… it's warm. Fiery… but not burning. Like a heartbeat of hell," Rae murmured, his voice shaking. "Is this… is this what falling into madness looks like?"
The trembling intensified. His invisible soul-form shook.
"Okay—okay—breathe. Wait, no lungs. Calm down. Try to think!"
The cracks burst open.
A pillar of flame erupted beneath him, spiraling upward like a dragon unleashed.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Rae screamed, throwing up his phantom arms and closing his soul-eyes, expecting pain.
Heat surrounded him.
But there was no pain.
Just warmth. Power. Energy.
Seconds passed.
He opened his eyes.
The fire had reshaped everything.
The once-endless void was no longer cold and suffocating—it had become something breathtaking.
Rae stood—or floated—on a platform of obsidian, glowing with ancient runes. Around him, massive rivers of fire wove through mountainous terrain of blackened stone, their molten light casting golden reflections on the jagged surfaces. The air shimmered with heat, yet it didn't burn. Instead, it welcomed him. As though this world… recognized him.
Above, the sky was painted in a palette of infernal beauty—crimson clouds stretching over a canvas of velvet darkness. Planets orbited like distant gods, rings of energy spiraling around them. Stars pulsed with an eerie light, and constellations twisted into unfamiliar, almost sentient shapes. It felt alive—cosmic and intimate all at once.
"This… this can't be hell," Rae whispered, eyes wide in awe. "This is like… a demon's fantasy world. Like someone painted all my manga dreams into the stars."
He turned slowly, every inch revealing more unimaginable detail—floating citadels in the distance, volcanoes erupting violet fire into the sky, monstrous winged beasts soaring gracefully in the distance.
"Am I dreaming? Did I unlock a secret anime dimension? Because if this is the afterlife, it's got some serious isekai vibes."
Then, as he took another step forward—
A voice.
"Welcome to my world, Rae Wayne."
Rae froze.
His eyes snapped toward the source.
A grand staircase had risen behind him—obsidian-black, each step lined with gold and firelight. It curled upward in a spiraling arc, reaching toward a floating platform high above.
At the summit of that staircase… a throne.
Massive. Elaborate. Shaped of black steel and molten ruby, crowned with fire that swayed like silk in the air.
And sitting atop that throne…
She.
Rae's heart stopped.
The woman on the throne was beyond mortal beauty. She wasn't just divine—she was divinity.
Her face was heart-stoppingly beautiful. High cheekbones, perfect symmetry, soft lips painted blood-red, and eyes that glowed with swirling crimson and violet—galaxies colliding in every blink. Her thick lashes framed her stare like shadows framing the moon.
Her midnight hair cascaded down to her thighs, streaked with hints of glowing red and violet. It shimmered like it was kissed by the void itself, each strand swaying with an ethereal breeze.
Two elegant, spiraling horns rose from her temples—obsidian-black, glowing faintly with ancient infernal runes that pulsed like breathing embers.
She wore a black-and-crimson silk dress that clung to every curve of her hourglass frame. Slits in the sides exposed thighs that looked carved from divine marble. Her cleavage defied reason—twin mountains of temptation, softly glowing with runes of rebirth.
Her hips were wide, swaying with hypnotic grace as she shifted in her seat, and her waist narrow like the center of a cosmic hourglass.
Her wings were vast—leathery demon wings streaked with crimson fire, spread partially behind her like a cathedral of flame. A long, elegant succubus tail, tipped with a heart-shaped blade, curled lazily around one thigh.
Her legs were long and powerful, thighs toned to perfection, calves gleaming like chiseled obsidian. Her skin glowed faintly, flawless, smooth, etched faintly with infernal tattoos along her back that shimmered and shifted with her every movement.
Around her floated tiny orbs of flame and whispering shadows. The space trembled subtly under her presence—like reality itself was unsure whether to kneel or run.
And yet, she smiled at him.
Like she had been waiting.
Like she knew him.
Rae blinked several times, struggling to breathe.
His thoughts raced, his face turning red.
"Wha… what is this? She's so… s-so…"
His gaze unwillingly dropped to her chest, then darted away again.
"Focus, Rae! Focus!" he scolded himself.
Still, the aura she radiated—it wasn't just heat or beauty. It was power. Seduction. Terror. The kind of force that made angels weep and demons praise.
She stood slowly, descending a few steps of her throne platform with impossible grace. Her every motion radiated purpose and pleasure.
Rae saw her horns again—those runic spirals.
He gulped.
Then he noticed the wings.
And the tail.
And something clicked.
He took a shaky breath and whispered, "She's a demon…"
The woman giggled.
It was the most seductive, terrifying, and intoxicating sound Rae had ever heard.
His soul form trembled.
"W-Who are you?!" he stammered, voice cracking.
She smiled wider, eyes gleaming like twin collapsing stars.
"I am Lilith," she said, her voice velvet and thunder. "The Primordial Demon Goddess of Rebirth… the Mother of All Demons."
Rae's eyes widened in full anime shock.
"WHAT. THE. HELL?!" he yelled.
Lilith giggled again, the sound like fire wrapping around silk.
"Exactly."
Rae floated in silence, still a soul, still formless—yet overwhelmed.
He stared, awestruck, at the impossibly divine woman before him.
A demon goddess.
"I... I must be dreaming," he thought, his soul spinning in place like a deranged anime character. "How the hell did I end up here of all places?! Talking to a demon goddess like some fever dream gone full isekai mode!?"
His soul curled in on itself, tugging at phantom hair. "This isn't normal! This isn't sane! I was just reading manga on the bus and now suddenly—BAM! Void! Fire! THICC DEMON GODDESS?! WHAT DOES SHE MEAN I WISHED FOR THIS?!"
He began pacing erratically, his little soul-form wobbling through the air. "Okay. Breathe, Rae. If I had lungs. Think. You're a floating soul. You're talking to a literal goddess with wings and horns and boobs that have their own gravitational pull. This is either a dream… or you finally snapped from staying up too late watching too many demon anime."
He turned to face her again.
Her beauty was unreal. Cosmic.
Her every curve shimmered with infernal perfection. Her dress clung to her body in ways that defied physics and morality. Her wings flexed behind her like celestial curtains of flame. Her horns gleamed with runes. And her chest—Rae's soul hiccupped—her chest was a primordial landscape.
Lilith tilted her head slightly, smiling. "You like what you see?"
Rae's soul froze in mid-air.
"WHAT?! NO! I MEAN YES! I MEAN—AAAAH!!"
If he had a face, it would be firetruck red. But alas, he had no cheeks to burn.
"Am I dead? Is this purgatory? Heaven? HELL?! Or some twisted dream cooked up by my hormonal subconscious?!"
He started floating in circles. "No, no, no. This can't be real. There's no way this is real. I mean, how many times have I dreamed of meeting a hot demon goddess? I've had that fantasy. I even wrote fanfic about it once. Twice. Okay, six times! But that's not the point!!"
Then, as if answering him directly, Lilith giggled again.
"This is real, my little devil lover."
Rae froze.
"…Wait. Did you just—did you just hear what I thought?"
Lilith smirked, one clawed finger brushing her luscious lips. "Mmmhmm~"
"Oh gods," Rae muttered to himself. "She's in my head. SHE'S IN MY HEAD. I can't even freak out properly without being judged!"
He floated back and forth dramatically, gesturing with invisible hands. "Okay. Okay. Let's just play this out. Maybe I hit my head on the bus and I'm in a coma. Maybe I'm going to wake up in a hospital surrounded by wires and an anime figurine collection."
"But this feels too real… TOO vivid…"
His soul sighed. "And her voice… her aura… her everything... is too overwhelming."
"Why am I here?!" Rae suddenly shouted, looking back at her. "Are you really… the demon goddess Lilith? Like… the one from the Bible?!"
Lilith laughed, slow and sweet, like velvet burning in candlelight.
"Yes. That's me," she said, her eyes glowing with wicked delight. "The Lilith. The first. The mother of demons. The original rebel. The goddess of rebirth, seduction, and destruction."
Rae's soul flipped in mid-air.
"OH MY GOD I'M IN HELL! THIS IS HELL! THIS IS DEMON HELL!"
He began pacing faster, tiny soul feet doing laps across the glowing platform.
"Was it the snacks I stole?! The anime I pirated?! The time I lied about finishing my homework so I could binge 'Overlord'?! I KNEW I SHOULDN'T HAVE DOWNLOADED THAT DOUJIN—"
Lilith burst out laughing. "You're adorable, Rae Wayne."
"AD—ADORABLE?! I'M LITERALLY IN THE UNDERWORLD!"
He flailed. "This can't be happening. My soul doesn't even have hands and I'm still sweating. This is nightmare fuel dipped in fanservice."
Lilith watched him with sparkling eyes, clearly enjoying the chaos. "You did nothing wrong, Rae Wayne. You're not here because you were bad."
Rae paused mid-panic. "Huh?"
He slowly floated back toward her, confused. "Then… why am I here? And how do you know my name?"
Lilith's eyes softened, though her smile never left. "Because I've been watching you for a long time."
"You… what?"
"I've heard your deepest thoughts. Felt your truest desires. And, most of all… I heard your heartfelt wish."
Rae's eyes would have widened—if he had any.
"My wish?"
She nodded, her wings twitching behind her like flames responding to her joy. "Yes. The wish you made over and over… in silence, in dreams, in every breath of your mundane life."
Rae gulped.
"Wait... she can't mean that wish… can she?"
He floated backward slightly, shaking his imaginary head. "N-No way. That was just something I said when I was being dramatic. Something I told myself every time life got boring or hard or… or when I binged too many isekai light novels—"
"What wish?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
She nodded, her wings twitching behind her like flames responding to her joy. "Yes. The wish you made over and over… in silence, in dreams, in every breath of your mundane life."
Rae gulped.
"Wait... she can't mean that wish… can she?"
He floated backward slightly, shaking his imaginary head. "N-No way. That was just something I said when I was being dramatic. Something I told myself every time life got boring or hard or… or when I binged too many isekai light novels—"
"What wish?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Lilith's smile widened dangerously.
And Rae instantly didn't trust it.
He stiffened, floating in place like a nervous squirrel. "Okay that's… not a normal smile. That's the 'villain just activated her trap card' kind of smile."
He gulped, talking to himself in panic. "Why do I feel like I just signed a soul-binding contract without knowing it? What wish is she talking about?! I've made lots of dumb wishes! Like unlimited ramen! Or dating a vampire queen! This feels way too serious!"
Then she said it.
"Your wish... to become the overpowered devil in the world. Your ultimate dream? To be reborn as an all-powerful devil, feared and adored across the realms."
Silence.
Rae's soul hovered there, frozen.
His nonexistent jaw dropped. "Wha—How—HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?!"
Lilith's smile curled wider, impossibly elegant. "I know everything about you, Rae Wayne. I have been watching you for a long, long time."
His soul floated back in shock. "No way… you were watching me? Like actually watching me?! Even when I—wait, no! Don't answer that!!"
She chuckled. "You were always so obsessed with devils. So passionate. So desperate to escape that dull world of yours."
Rae stared at her, still reeling. "Y-You're saying my stupid little dream... wasn't stupid?"
She nodded gently. "It was beautiful. A rare spark of desire the gods wouldn't understand, but I did."
"You said… overpowered devil. That was my dream," Rae said in a daze.
"It is your dream," Lilith purred. "To become the world's most powerful devil. Adored by queens, feared by kings, unstoppable by mortals or gods."
His eyes widened. "You've been watching me that long?"
"Since you were a child," she replied. "Since the first time you read about a demon king in a manga and whispered, 'I wish I could be him.'"
"I-I'm just an otaku!" Rae exclaimed. "I love demon lore and anime and fantasy! That doesn't make me worthy of anything!"
"But it does," Lilith said, stepping closer. "Your passion for devils... your obsession with stories and myths... it built a soul unlike any I've seen. You have the potential, Rae Wayne. The spark. The will. And the hunger to become something more."
Rae blinked.
Another world... power... rebirth... His otaku instincts fired like a nuke.
He looked up at her with shining eyes. "Really? Really really?!"
Lilith giggled, tail swaying. "Yes, really, my little devil lover."
His soul burst with excitement. "I'M GONNA BE A DEVIL IN ANOTHER WORLD?! Like actual magic, swords, quests, demon armies, spicy harems?! ISEKAI?! I'M GETTING ISEKAI'D?!"
Lilith nodded, laughing softly. "Do you want to live a new life in a world of monsters and magic? Of boundless adventure and overwhelming power at your fingertips?"
Rae froze.
Everything around him blurred. Time slowed.
This is it... he thought. The moment every otaku dreams of. A literal portal to another world.
"I've wanted this since I was a kid," Rae whispered in his thoughts. "Every night I dreamed of escaping reality. Every book, every show... all of it led to this."
Lilith extended a hand, graceful and glowing with crimson energy. "So what do you think, Rae Wayne? Will you accept this offer?"
Rae hesitated.
"How?" he asked. "I don't have a body. I'm just a soul. And... isn't Lucifer the devil? Like THE devil?"
Lilith burst out laughing, wild and amused.
Rae blinked. "What's so funny?"
She grinned. "That idiot? Lucifer? The fallen angel with daddy issues?"
Rae blinked. "Uhhh... yeah?"
"He's retiring," she said casually.
"WHAT?!"
"He's stepping down. Said the title was too stressful. Something about millennia of brooding and brooding and brooding. So he left the selection to me."
"You're telling me... the actual devil king is RETIRING?!"
Lilith smiled. "That's right. And I've chosen you to take his place."
"ME?!" Rae exclaimed. "But—but I'm just a floating nerd soul!"
"Don't worry," she purred. "I've prepared a new body for you."
With a flick of her fingers, the realm shimmered.
A glowing black-and-red capsule appeared in the air, humming with power.
Rae gasped. "WHAT THE ACTUAL—?!"
The capsule hovered slowly toward them, spinning. Glowing cracks formed runes along its surface. Inside… something shimmered.
Rae drifted closer.
Inside the capsule was a body.
A perfect body.
Crimson-red hair streaked with living shadow, slightly messy but effortlessly cool. Eyes glowing molten gold and red, like fire forged into gaze. Cheekbones sharp, jawline clean, skin flawless and lightly tanned.
Power radiated from every muscle. It wasn't bulk—it was deadly elegance. The build of a king forged for battle and beauty.
"That... THAT is supposed to be ME?!" Rae whispered.
Lilith stepped beside him. "What do you think?"
Rae floated, stunned. "It's... it's... I look like a final boss. A hot, overpowered, stylish final boss!!"
Lilith laughed again. "This body will house your soul. It's tuned to your potential, your passions... your chaos."
Rae gulped.
Lilith leaned close. "Will you take it, Rae Wayne? The overwhelming power? The adventure? Your ultimate dream?"
Rae stared at the capsule.
He hesitated.
Then spoke softly.
"I've dreamed of this all my life... a world where I don't just survive... I rule."
Lilith smiled warmly. "So? Will you take the offer of a lifetime?"
Rae turned to her.
His soul burned with determination.
He grinned.
"Hell yeah. LET'S DO IT!"
Lilith's smile turned feral. Her eyes glowed brighter.
"Then it begins."
She raised one hand, delicate yet commanding. Crimson-black aura erupted from her palm like living flame, wrapping itself around Rae's soul form. It didn't burn—it embraced him.
The warmth, the pressure, the power—it pulled at every piece of his spiritual being.
Rae felt himself being lifted, floating upward slowly, surrounded by her aura like he was wrapped in the hands of a goddess.
Her voice rang like a melody in the air. "Let your soul become one with the vessel. Embrace your new existence."
Rae's form drifted, drawn toward the capsule. Runes lit up on its surface, reacting to his presence. The energy inside pulsed with anticipation.
He looked down—if "down" even existed here—toward his new body.
His last thoughts as a formless soul echoed in his mind.
"This is it. The dream I've carried since childhood. Demons, power, a whole new world... This isn't just fantasy anymore. This is real. My story begins now."
His soul phased into the capsule.
The surface shimmered. The runes glowed brighter.
And then…
Silence.
Lilith slowly returned to her throne, a calm, knowing look on her face.
But that calm didn't last.
The capsule began to glow. Faint at first—then brighter. Stronger. Wild.
A deep hum vibrated through the air.
Lilith sat straighter. "Oh?"
The air grew dense. Heavy. Electrified.
The ground under her trembled.
Cracks formed along the edges of her throne platform.
She blinked. "That's... unexpected."
The entire dimension shook—runes in the sky flickered, rivers of flame trembled, mountains of obsidian cracked under the pressure.
The capsule pulsed like a living heart.
Lilith rose, her smile fading into something more intense. "What is this…? This power…"
A sharp CRACK split the capsule. A fracture.
A beam of light burst from the crack, shooting upward into the sky like a divine flare.
Her pupils dilated. Her breath hitched.
"Oh… oh, my sweet chaos…" she whispered, voice trembling with dark delight.
More cracks spread, leaking raw, wild power.
She felt it in her bones.
"Just a sliver of that... and it's already stronger than me..." she said with a blush across her perfect face, her body shivering. "Unrefined... uncontrolled... divine."
She vanished from her throne in a blink.
Reappearing right in front of the capsule.
Face flushed. Heart racing. Breath shallow.
Her eyes sparkled like twin suns.
"Such power... and it's his."
Another crack. Another shockwave.
The realm bent around the energy.
Flames bowed. Stars flickered.
She leaned closer, both hands at her chest. "Show them, Rae Wayne. Show them the true Devil King."
Then—
His eyes opened.
A blinding light exploded from the capsule.
The entire structure shattered—glass and energy flying outward like a supernova.
Rae stood there.
Reborn.
His aura ignited like a living sun.
Shockwaves tore through Lilith's personal dimension. The skies cracked. Her entire realm shook with reverence.
Even she—the primordial demon goddess—took a step back.
Her lips parted in awe. "This… this is beyond prophecy."
The aura flared higher.
Bright light engulfed everything, painting the heavens with crimson gold.
Flames whipped in every direction, not in defiance—but in worship.
And then… slowly…
The light dimmed.
The shockwaves subsided.
The fire settled.
And there he was.
Rae Voidheart.
His new body stood tall and proud. His crimson-black hair danced in the remaining energy. His eyes glowed with molten power.
He looked down at his hands, slowly flexing his fingers.
"...This power…" he whispered.
Every movement radiated control. Confidence. Dominance.
Lilith stepped forward.
"Well, Rae Wayne... how do you feel about being the Overpowered Devil?"
He didn't look at her right away.
He stared at his reflection in the air, feeling every inch of strength surging through him.
Then, with a quiet voice, he said, "No."
Lilith paused. "…No?"
He turned, smiling—eyes bright, aura simmering with purpose.
"That name isn't mine anymore."
She raised a brow, intrigued. "Then... who are you?"
He took a step forward. The ground beneath him cracked slightly.
He smiled.
"I am Rae Voidheart—the Overpowered Devil."
A pulse of power exploded from him. Not destructive—but undeniable.
Lilith gasped softly, face flushed again. "Yes… Rae Voidheart... my Devil King."
He stood tall, powerful, reborn.
"I feel... amazing," he said. "I feel... like myself."
And then he laughed—a genuine, free, unstoppable laugh that echoed across the realm.
His journey had begun.
TO BE CONTINUED.