Chapter 1: The Rebirth of Caden

Caden had died on Earth. His life had been cut short at the age of 27, leaving behind a grieving family and a promising career as a software engineer. He had always been fascinated by the world of technology and had spent most of his life tinkering with computers and software. His passion had led him to work for a leading tech company, where he had quickly risen through the ranks.

But his life had taken a tragic turn when he had been diagnosed with a rare form of cancer. Despite his best efforts, the disease had taken hold, and he had passed away in a hospital bed, surrounded by his loved ones.

However, death was not the end for Caden. For he had been chosen to be reborn in the world of Arvandor. A world that was filled with magic, wonder, and danger. A world where the laws of physics did not apply, and where anything was possible.

Caden's rebirth had been a painful process. He had felt his soul being ripped from his body, and he had been thrown into a vortex of swirling colors and lights. The experience had been disorienting, and he had lost all sense of time and space.

When he had finally emerged from the vortex, he had found himself lying on the ground in a dark, eerie forest. The trees were twisted and gnarled, and the air was thick with the scent of sulfur. But as he tried to get up, he realized that something was different. His body felt strange, almost alien.

He looked down at himself and saw that he was no longer the man he had once been. His skin was a deep shade of red, and he had two small horns protruding from his forehead. His eyes had turned a bright shade of yellow, and his body had changed into a tall and muscular form with long arms and legs.

Caden was no longer Caden. He was now a tiefling, a being of magic and darkness. He had been reborn in the world of Arvandor as a male tiefling.

As he lay there, trying to come to terms with his new form, he heard a voice in his head. It was a soft, feminine voice that spoke in a language he didn't understand.

"Welcome, child," the voice said. "You have been reborn into the world of Arvandor. You are now a tiefling, a protector of the dark. Your new name is Azazel."

Caden, or rather Azazel, tried to speak, but no words came out. He felt a sense of panic rising within him. What had happened to him? Why was he here? What was he supposed to do?

But the voice in his head reassured him. "Do not be afraid, Azazel. You are not alone. There are others like you, reborn into this world from their own. You will find your purpose, and you will find your place."

With those words, the voice faded away, leaving Azazel alone in the forest. He didn't know what lay ahead, but he knew one thing for sure. His life had changed forever.