Reincarnated With The Strongest Bloodline
An unremarkable man, who leads a mediocre life until he discovers that he's the long sought after serial killer. Owing to the secret existence that dwelled within himself, he ends up with two bullets lodged into his skull. Just when he was glad his pathetic life was over; [Greetings and welcome to your afterlife, the incinerator, unclean soul. In your previous life, you carried out several atrocities...] Against his weak protests he is plunged into an unknown world as a forsaken son of a god with the goal of atonement and purification of his soul.
Azazel
Levi stood there dumbfounded. He didn't really know how to react. He found it impossible that she came all the way from whatever hole she crawled out of, just to see him.
"If you want me to at least hear you out, you have to be honest."
Without warning she jumped in front of him startling him causing Levi to fall on his behind and then she started squeezing his cheeks like he was a baby.
"I've always wanted a little brother, you're so handsome and cute."
Levi sighed, "is it safe to then say our other siblings are also girls?" He asked with much difficulty with his cheeks being stretched from side to side.
"There's a big brother, then me, the younger sister that died and then you."
He wore an expression of confusion, just three, four if they count the dead sister. It didn't make any kind of sense, weren't gods supposed to have made this world their playground by now, having broken their original rule of no contact?