I Am The Reincarnation Of Lucifer

4. Enjoy It While It Lasts

I awoke to a blurry figure looming over me. I could hardly recognize what it was, but the little details I could vaguely make out, gave me the idea that it was Fluffy, my dog. Narrow face, fluffy white hair and big brown eyes, it was all there.

I smiled brightly and though my hand oddly seemed to carry excessive weight than usual, I managed to bring my fingers up to my face so I could rub the sleep from my eyes. But as my vision became clearer, I begun to realize that the figure looming over me was not my dog, but a big overgrown beast...the one called Gylador to be more precise.

You know what I did?

I screamed---at the top of my lungs. My cheek began stinging from the action, but it wasn't so intense that it couldn't be ignored. When I ran out of breath, I paused to rub my eyes a second time then screamed again when my surroundings remained the same.

Gylador shuffled away from me while I shuffled backwards on the bed, tousling the sheets as my screams slowly died down...Surely, I might look like a lunatic but I have perfectly valid reasons as to why I just screamed the life out of me. Firstly, I was supposed to wake up to Fluffy licking my cheeks like the loving dog he is--which obviously didn't happen--and secondly, which person wouldn't scream if they woke up to a scary-looking beast staring down at them?

"My lord, it is I; Gylador. I will not hurt you." He held his hands up in surrender as he tried to calm me, but the bulky physique he possessed and the emotionless eyes he had to pair with it, was far from convincing.

"Gylador, what did you do?!" Sapheme came running in frantically with Wardrock following close behind, panic printed on their faces.

Gylador shrugged, "I'm not sure, but I might've been staring at him for a bit too long."

Sapheme sighed, frustratedly raking her fingers through her blue hair. "I told you not to overwhelm him with yo-"

"Why am I still here?" The words had already left my lips before my brain registered that I had spoken. Nonetheless, I wanted an answer. I needed to rid myself of this growing confusion that made me feel like I was about to burst. Though I doubt that anything they say will change anything.

They all turned to me, giving me a look that said I was losing my mind. "What do you mean, sire? This is where you belong now...in the underworld. You promised to stay if we...well, punched you." Wardrock reminded.

Yes, I know I'm in the underworld, I know that these peop--beasts think I'm Lucifer...and I also know that Gylador freaking punched me!...so hard that I blacked out!

Thanks for reminding me, Wardrock.

I unconsciously raised my hand to rub my stinging cheek. I had told him to hit me, but I seriously thought he'd have enough conscience to know that he should've restrained from using his full strength. I mean, my jaw literally feels like it's about to freaking fall off my face. And yet he called himself a loy---wait! That's not even what I should be worrying about right now!

This was suppose to be a dream, right? I can't black out and wake up in the same place! His punch wasn't even supposed to hurt much less knock me out!

Which brings me to the question, does that mean that this wasn't a dream all along? I'm really in the underworld with these monsters?! They could squish me to death any moment and nobody would even know!?

A shiver instantly ran up my spine. I dropped my head in the palm of my hands and dragged my feet up to my chest as I tried to absorb all this nonsense without losing my freaking mind!

It was silent for a while, but the eyes on me didn't avert...I could feel them analyzing me, studying my every move. "He's completely out of it, Gylador. What should we do?" I didn't look to see who it was, but the voice sounded very similar to Wardrock's.

"It's best to let him rest for a while."

Without any protests, they shuffled out and closed the door, leaving me to drown in my own distressing thoughts. But little do they know that by the time they return, I'll already be dead from overthinking.

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For around three hours, I was left in undisturbed silence. I spent every single second in thought, deep thought. With all that time I was given, one would think I already came up with a solution., but I didn't, there was no solution...in fact, I didn't need one.

Why?

Well, like any normal person, I'm supposed to feel like the world is tumbling down on me, like I'm shattering into pieces, like my whole existence was becoming meaningless...but after all that thinking I did, I found myself feeling nothing like that.

I admit, at first, I desperately wanted to just disappear. I was in a world with beings that I never knew existed, so that was understandable. But that changed when I began to think optimistically.

Like smoke dissipating then disappearing into the sky, my job, my colleagues, my dog, my whole life...I allowed them all to disappear. Everything just went poof! And guess what? I didn't care, I didn't feel like I was doing something unjust, I didn't feel like I was giving up on everything I ever worked for. And I knew why...

Life on earth wasn't very promising...I was a loser, a nutjob, a failure, but here in the Underworld, I keep being told that I'm some King. So instead of stupidly insisting on going back to my world when these people obviously won't ever allow me to leave, why not just enjoy the high life while it lasts?