Lost from Paradise: I was a demon lord and got reincarnated as a mere human!!!
A lot of pain.
My broken ribs pierced through my heart.
I'm spitting a lot of blood.
I'm only seeing obscurity.
Did I go blind?
Is that how I'm supposed to live this life.
" TAKE COVER! "
That's general Redbeard's voice.
" We are being attacked. "
I heard a voice calling me and a hand held me. The hand was robust, it resumes all the years of fighting this person spent.
" We will escort you kid. Come with me! "
I had no choice but to follow him.
The mysterious smell was fading away.
The image was going from dark to misty.
I can finally see light. However, the scene was blurry.
I can finally get it. It was a blinding smoke.
A head bullet left the soldier dead.
I was powerless.
The next target will be me.
Without thinking I read through the bullet movements and held the soldier's gun. It was a shockwave buster.
I shot the snipers behind the smoke and pieces of their bodies were scattered.
That's the difference between a former demon lord and a five years old kid. If I was normal I would've lost all my time thinking about the next decision to make. Not saying the shooting part and how is scary for human children around my age.
Speaking of me* I can see them walking freely. I guess their targets are the low-fire soldiers.
The pain pushed me down, and I fell prey to my deceased human body. I can walk no more, but I can still run away. I'm not their targ-
Without notice I found myself screaming from the pain behind my leg.
They now consider me as a target.
I had to run fast. I need to gather my remaining strength.
This human body has a tremendous will to survive.
I crawled while pulling the dead soldier as a barrier, it would take a lot of effort but I was strong enough to carry an adult for around 5 meters.
The forest's entrance was no far from here. I need to pass this wave.
I can distinguish the intruder by their dark uniform. I also wore one from a dead body, but I didn't have a mask. So my face was my only death ticket.
Luckily, the sniper lost sight of me and I finally reached the escape route. Before that I could put my feet in the freedom territory my neurons flashed as an angry gaze irritated me.
When I turned back it was Redbeard. He was losing a lot of blood and a battalion was approaching him.
I can still escape but I decided to save him.
" My general, run and I will cover for you! "
He looked at me and said with a relief tone:
" Thank you, soldier. "
We managed to escape both from the scene but it was too late. Their reinforcements came and we were interrupted by a young handsome man with very long hair and a scar on his face. He also had an ear cut.
Redbeard cursed his life and I realized this one was their boss.
Found myself trapped, I had no choice but to do my usual job.
" Boss, I captured their general. "
" WHAT ARE YOU SAYI- "
Redbeard shouted at me and I understood his signal. I punched him very hard to the face. While spitting blood he gave me a small grin. He read through my play and decided to go along with it.
Their boss looked at me for a moment and said:
" Very well my brother. "
My brother? I had a bad feeling about this.
He then punched me in the face and kicked me unstoppably.
Couldn't resist any more, I fell and fainted. I was a dying body. No more no less.
My last thought was, I screwed.
They called themselves brothers and my ego pushed me to make my own deductions. My own ego is finally my doom.
What an irony!
I found myself in that same place. I can hear the same sounds of emptiness.
A massive tree with seven branches emerged from the emptiness.
I felt Allfather's presence from it.
I knew that the massive tree was the place where I belong to.
As I approached it, a fruit fell down. I held it, but the fruit was split in half and something blindingly luminous was floating before me.
A golden balance was shining as his two sides were equal.
In the same previous way, I was sucked into a hole with all the emptiness and the next thing I did was opening my eyes.
I wish I didn't have to see that. What was in front of me was never pleasing in every devilish way.
speaking of me: He meant speaking of the devil, but the devil was him after all.