1 Born Again, Bruh

I understand that MC's personality may not be to your liking and there are going to be annoying parts to read but I ask for your patience and advice to make my story better. I am still a very inexperienced author and I would like to make my fic enjoyable for the most people.

And haters….read this comment———

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Of course! Thank you for taking some time out of your day to be reading this crappy fic. Ok so, I'm sure you are like, Bruh, the 4th wall is broken in the first paragraph of a fic, that's ass.

Leave me alone. The 4th wall never existed the moment I came into existence.

Well, my start was a pretty common trope. More cliche than meeting a god or godess named Cliche.

I was going home because my mother called me saying that I needed to clean my room because I had family coming over. It's not like they are going to go into my room anyway.

I still listened to my mother as I am what you guys call, 'Mommy's Boy.' It is pretty simple though. I was the only child and during the time I was born, my father said he was getting milk and never came back.

Luckily, I lived with a great family. I was rich. I took advantage of bitcoin for a stupid reason like putting money in it for fun which doesn't exactly makes sense but I was a child.

Even before that, my mother was in a great family and my grandparents were rich so they took care of us.

I wasn't spoiled though. My mother because of her pride decided not to take too much money but enough for us to live a good life.

As I was growing up, I heard my mother crying in her room and that day I just took care of a lot of things for her.

So yeah, a pretty simple reason why I became a mommy's boy but it was all I needed.

Then, dun dun dun, a drunk driver in a truck with the brand name 'Skeleton's Payback', swerved off the road and into the sidewalk.

"Ahh fu-" BAM!

I flew so far that I looked like a shounen protag who got hit by the villain.

I didn't even have time to have a last thought. I just died.

I felt nothing, I heard nothing, I smelled nothing, I saw nothing. I even tried to stick my tongue out to taste something.

So this is death. Huh, this is nothing. Get it?

I tried to see my own body and I still saw nothing. I could still move around though but I couldn't see if I was even going anywhere.

All of the sudden, I see a bright light ahead of me so like any sane man I go toward it.

I started to go slowly and then started to 'run' faster. The light seemed like it was at the same distance no matter what.

Is this light trolling me or what?

I kept running and never stopped. My stamina didn't go down because it didn't exist. I never stopped. I ran and ran.

Every moment I felt like stopping because I felt as if I was running for nothing, but I kept running. That is what my mom taught me.

"If you see something important, never give it up and if you can't get to it then run and chase. Never stop running"

It felt like so many years has passed but I never gave up. It didn't feel like it was just quick, no, I felt every second, minute, and day.

"I will keep on running. This light won't run away from me. Bitch let's go!" I screamed the last part that let out my rage over the past years.

More time has passed, and I still kept running. I feel like Forrest Gump right now. Even more, the time has passed, and now the light was getting closer. Seeing that I ran even faster.

The light was just a foot away and I stretched out my hand to touch the light and then,

The world around me collapses and I look around, but I cannot see but hear someone speaking.

"This child has no potential." The voice seemed to echo everywhere, "I will see how he when he grows up then but for now, he doesn't have my interest," The voice seemed emotionless.

"Killian, you will take care of the boy." The voice stated

"Yes, your majesty." The man Killian replied while bowing.

Killian looked at the baby that was floating in the air and grabbed him and took him to his chambers.

"Servants! Get the young master here proper tools for a baby!" Killian shouted.

"M-my lord, we do not have any equipment for a child." The servant bowed while staring at the ground in fear of looking at Killian's eyes.

"Are you stupid?" Killian mocked.

"My l-lord?" The servant started to sweatdrop.

Killian facepalmed himself. "If there isn't one then go to the humans and get one. Get a book too. If the humans deny you then kill them all and find another human to help you. It is as simple as that."

The servant quickly nodded and immediately started to get prepared.

Killian looked at the baby and shook his head, "The number of fools in this castle isn't small," He sighed, "Hopefully you will show potential to become strong. Strong enough to rule over many. For this to be a requirement you will need to have to be considered the firstborn of the demon king."

Of course, while all of this was happening, someone was listening to it the whole time. Awkward.

'What the-?!' This part is omitted for the safety and sanity of everyone else.

Demon king, no potential, fools, firstborn. Wow, this totally makes sense.

Did I reincarnate into a fantasy world? I got isekaied and now remembering what killed me, truck kun is a bastard.

Sigh, I miss my mom.

I couldn't see yet. Everything seemed so blurry. I could hear what was going on and I can see that the man named Killian is trying to rock me around but I just feel like throwing up.

"WeeerAHHHHH"

Killian was shocked and clueless about what to do with the baby, so he just started to rock more since this is not the first time, he has seen a baby, but it is the first time he has held one.

BANG!!

I heard a bang and wondered what that was.

"Chandler, why did you kick down my door?" Killian grumbled.

"Ahh, I came here to see the young master," Chandler exclaimed.

"Killian, you should know what type of demon Chandler is. Don't forget that he is the most annoying out of us all."

I heard another voice other than the one called Chandler.

"Cusack. It is not like you were any better. You took off almost half my palace getting here when you could have just walked through the front of the castle and calmly enter and walk here." Killian looked like he was stressed.

"Exactly. Chandler only destroyed a door. Destroying half a palace is better than a door." Cusack said as it was a matter of fact.

Chandler looked like he was challenged, "Huh? What?! Fine! I will destroy the whole palace when the young master here has his first steps. Hmph."

Killian rubbed between his brows in annoyance. He looked troubled to deal with these people.

"So, what are you going to name him?" Cusack said.

"Yeah yeah?! What are you going to name him?" Chandler looked excited.

"Hmm," Killian looked up in the sky until an imaginary lightbulb appeared on top of his head, "Baal"

"Ohh a nice name fitting the young master." Chandler touched the baby's cheeks.

"Yes, after all, he is the firstborn. Baal." Cusack rubbed his long mustache.

"Baal, the firstborn son of the demon king." Killian looked at the baby in his arms and sat down on the couch that wasn't covered in dust.

Ok, well. Life has taken an interesting turn.

--11 years have passed--

In a place surrounded by fresh grass and flowers with a clear sky hanging upon their heads, one man and one child were seen doing some light sparring.

The man, Killian was teaching the young boy how to fight.

Killian is a tall man with green eyes and black, combed-back hair, and noticeable facial hair. His most notable feature is a black mark that runs along the entirety of his forehead. He was wearing a black cloak with a green shirt under and black pants.

"Come on, you can do better than that. I have taught babies better." Killian said as he was dodging the punches and kicks the boy seemed to be doing.

"Shut up, babies can't even walk." The boy said.

"Exactly." Killian retorted.

The young boy threw a punch at Killian's face and while he dodged to the right, the young boy ducked and tried to sweep his legs, but Killian just jumped up and kept on dodging.

"This is annoying." The young boy grumbled.

"Yes, after all, you can't even touch my clothes," Killian raised his palm and pressed it against the young boy's chest and the air seemed to ripple at the moment.

The boy went flying across the ground.

Killian walked to the place where the young boy was coughing his ass off.

"It seems like his majesty was right about one thing, you are truly weak and have no potential." Killian stated in a nonchalant tone.

"Yeah, well, I already have been training with you since I was practically born and it seems like I still wasn't able to touch you." The young boy just laid down on the grass and stared at the sky.

"Baal, you are like a normal human in terms of power but the same can't be said about your fighting skills. Truly remarkable."

Baal laughed, "Haha, well thanks."

"Truly remarkable that you can do less than what I have taught a baby." Killian finished what he said.

"Tch"

Baal, a young boy at 11 years old with black hair that goes down to his neck, and red eyes that looked like it has been dyed in blood. Pale white skin that would make him look a bit sickly to others. Black roots from his left neck side that goes up to his cheek and a black plus sign on his left cheek wrapped in those roots.

A typical MC appearance.

"Shall we train more Baal?"

"NO! Leave me alone for the rest of the day." Baal got scared of the future.

"Well, I wasn't asking." Killian just didn't care about Baal free will.

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They there! Lazy here. I just wanna say this is my second fic but I am still incredibly inexperienced. Basically a virgin.

Let me get into the story biggies.

As there wasn't much or any to go on during the commandment's childhood, I will be creating my own past and childhood for my mc and Meliodas, and Zeldris.

Please note that this is wayyy before canon so I won't really be going slow-paced but I will try to make my story make sense. This is my fic and it is a FIC so while I do accept criticism, I only accept criticism on how to make my work better and not just full-on hate

Please enjoy and have fun.