Benladra's Miracle
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The Bullet Demon was left speechless, not only because he was sitting over a chair in the train station right now, but because his body was back to normal. Despite how destroyed it was, and how impossible it was to heal, it had been healed somehow.
He really had decided to finally die, but someone had simply not allowed him to. He wanted to reunite with his family, with his son and his wife, but he wasn't allowed to… for whatever reason, he was given a second chance.
He glanced at his own hands, the tanned skin, his fingers, his nails, all things he had almost forgotten about before, he had grown so used to be pure metal that he completely forgot he was once a man made of flesh and blood.
The Bullet Demon quickly walked towards the nearest window, seeing his reflection, the face of a handsome old man on his thirties appeared, with a short blonde bear, long blonde hair, and a muscular, tall body.