1 Chapter I: The Beginning

Kazue Ito was Japanese. He hung out with friend and eats at Ichiran, a noodle shop and enjoys the food. He had not many connections. Other than that he was a loser. He was picked on, robbed, and got hurt for no reason. He hated it. He hated all of it. The only person he liked was his friend, kuno iwao. He was a nice guy and was happy almost all the time. They talked at ichiran and iwao insulted it sometimes to annoy him. They were age 19 and enjoyed company. Kazue was happy, but it was all ruined soon enough. He was headed for kuno's home to play a game. Until he heard something.

"SHUT UP! HE IS NOT MY FRIEND!" Said kuno

"He is a idiot. I would never hang out with that loser willingly. I'd rather kill myself than think about him"!

Kazue thought "who is he talking about? Surely he wasn't talking about me... Right"?

"Look I'll send the shipment soon, you will get your money and I'll get my product. Okay?"

Kazue was scared and confused. He wanted to keep listening until the door opened. He dropped straight to the ground, with his head in the house.

"Kuno said "Hey kazue! How long have you been here?" In a soft to serious tone.

As soon as he said that kazue ran. He ran as fast as possible.

He thought "WHAT HAPPENED!?! What Shipment!?! Who was he even talking to!?!"

He went home and wanted to lock the door, which he did and barricaded the house. He couldn't even sleep. He stayed in his house for days. Until he knew he needed food and water. He looked outside and took a deep breath. He took a black hoodie and black sweatpants. He walked in the background to ichiran. He got 5 bowls to go. He left and walked in the background and then. BANG!!! He was confused where the sound came from. Then he looked behind him. It was a man with a gun. He was wearing a hoodie as well. A white one. Everyone ran and shrieked in horror. They all pointed at the man and kazue.

He thought "What do you mean? I'm perfectly fine. Why are you even pointing at me"?

Then he knew. He looked slowly at his chest and he was shot. BANG!!! He was shoot once more. BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!! He shot until he no longer drew breath. He looked and saying his final words he said

"Damn you. Kuno Iwao..."

He died.

He woke up, but his eyes didn't open. He tried but they didn't open. He realized they were open, he just couldn't see anything. Then he wasn't on the ground. He was in a vantablack void. He was there for a long time. Years? Decades? Centuries? He didn't need to eat, sleep, or drink. Just exist. He was scared, then angry, then insane, then sanity returned. This repeated every month. He waited for death at one point. Accepting death did something. The void was disappearing, almost as it he absorbed it. It took one minute. He didn't care though. He was dropping. He felt the roaring wind on his back. He dropped straight into a house and phased through it. He dropped into a demon. He possessed a demon and that had become his body.

This isn't a story about friends or family and a mystery. This is the story of me. Kazue Ito. Age was 19. Maximum Level hades. Leader of the great demon lords. I will say how I started as a level one demon. The true story of my existence.