1 Can a Man Be a Witch?

Rosedale was walking with his friend before a soul entered his body.

"So, you do you really think a man can be a witch Rosedale?"

Inside Rosedale a conflict soon happened. The original owner was booted out as the new owner of the body heard ringing in his ears.

'Am I still alive,' he thought as he felt a voice entering him.

He was a scientist working in a lab on a time machine. Yet, when he turned it on, the lights went off. He wasn't sure if that was death calling, or just the electricity bill. However, he could still hear.

"I'm sorry. What were we talking about?"

One of his earls laughed before he slapped him on the back. "The great son of Anna and Roland doesn't know where he is. What's next? We'll regain all our territory and stop having to hide in the woods?"

A new force called the spawn of hell appeared after Roland united the world. Luckily, with the Witch Union he'd gathered over the years, they were able to maintain a stronghold in the divide of Border Town and the Concealing Forest. However, the rest of the world was controlled by countless hell children. Incubus, Succubus, and dark lords that slaughtered all humans and sacrificed them in the gallows and left others to die in the pillory. Even from here, hundreds of dead bodies could be seen mounted on stakes outside the witch's barrier.

The new soul, unfortunately, knew his name used to be Alex and it was now Rosedale. This information about the world flooded his head. This was the past! He couldn't believe his experiment worked. Yet, his earl friend was sort of getting worried.

"Rosedale, the plague hasn't gotten you too, has it? Your father would return from his conquest to the new lands if discovering something was wrong with you."

"I'm fine. Uhm, of course I think men could be wizards not witches. However, there would have to be a mutation in the genes of men! Such thing would require science, and in this dark age it seems impossible."

The earl with him, whose name he still did not discern from his flooding thoughts, smacked him on the back.

"What are you turning into your father? Stop and talk like you used to, Rosedale! Where is the down to earth and serious man we soldiers love to party with? Are you telling me you're giving that up now? Have you unlocked something inside of you?"

Roseland laughed at his friend's comment. Unfortunately, he just took over the body of a rather interesting man. He was the third in line for the throne, prince of the free world. Yet, now apparently, his world was in shambles. Half the population had been sacrificed and demon kingdoms had popped up around this small town.

"The plan is simple. I have seen and analyzed countless possibilities," Roland said as he slammed down a pin on the map. "We must seek aid from the other lands. With them on our side, we'll be able to use the waters, the navy, and even the skies possibly to attack the demons. Yet, I must leave now sons. You five are responsible for the fate of the world. I'll see you in a few months."

His father left him with only a few usable witches. The rest of the witches were in a state of stone. The spell his mother, Anna, had created using some recently discovered texts was magnificent. Two hundred witches, gathered from all the continent, were turned into a barrier. It was unbreachable and could only be entered if the consciousness of the witches agreed. Hence, though their army was shrunk, hope had been born. Countless siege devices raided against the walls, creating knocking sounds, yet Rosedale heard only his new heartbeat.

"Ha, it's time to stop thinking about booze and women my friend! Father has estimated the walls holding will last only five more years. Unless we can find a way to expand the border, we'll die! If I don't start changing now, we'll have no girls to party with!"

The Earl laughed before they came to Rosedale's manor. He was a prince in a modest home. Yet, it had some modern amenities that immediately shocked and baffled him.

He scanned through his memories before he noticed something off about his father.

'This man, my great 'dad', must not be from this time! Perhaps there will be other things here. Maybe I can even make a lab and get back to my experiments.' He smiled back to his earl friend before a witch seemed to come out of hiding in his dining room.

"So, if it isn't Rosedale my half-brother? You've finally decided to return from the brothel?"

The Earl laughed before he pat him on the back. "I don't mess with the royal family. Especially with your beautiful sister here. See you around my majesty, and his beautiful sister."

A second later, as the door closed, a shoe was tossed at the door.

"Ugh, and you hang out with that languishing earl! Shouldn't he be building one of our father's designs?"

Rosedale laughed and said, "Ha, well perhaps he wanted to enjoy the end of the world. Was it so wrong I did the same?"

Roland and Nightingale had two daughters. One of them seemed to 'adore' Rosedale. She always hung around his house and had her mother's invisibility. She had a rather busty body with gorgeous drizzling hair that sparkled from the lights flickering above. The glass bulbs were odd shapes, yet they worked nonetheless.

Science seemed to have crossed over with him. Even the gorgeous attire on his new sister was a silk, modern concoction. He wanted to test the fabric under the microscope, he wanted to analyze the air, and he wanted mostly to get back to the lab! Yet, he had to make sure nothing suspicious was seen in his activity. After all, he'd kind of killed a royal son. Such a crime would be penalized with death at stake! Perhaps he'd be sent out to be eaten by the hell spawn corroding the barrier slowly.

"You're acting like father could lose a war. He's entrenched in the other side of the world, and you, his least talented son is wasting away in self-pity. Hmph, how about you do what father asked, and delay the siege for a few months. Remember, the world is at stake?"

Rosedale sighed as he recalled his sisters name was Merissa. She was an extremely beautiful, sharp girl who was one of the witches. Perhaps if he was a wizard, it'd be a different story.

He was a genetic scientist in his other life.

Witches here weren't terribly strong, yet against the thousands of invading demons it was their only hope. Sometimes, the past Rosedale had dreamed of being a wizard. Of course, he wouldn't wear a maid outfit like his father deemed necessary for witches. Yet, he would certainly kill all who opposed him. He was not a nice scientist, nor kind, as making a time machine was incredibly difficult.

Anything that required advancing was like a political battlefield. To get his position he had to, in a way, slaughter his opponents. To get the lab funding, he had to cheat a man out of a grant. There were some parts that had to be laundered from other countries. He even dated a coworker to entice her to join his team.

There was an art to ruling in science, and he hoped to rebuild his lab here.

However, a moment later a shining light shined brighter than the sun.

Immediately, a small comet blasted through the window as Merissa pushed off against the modern couch.

"Rosedale, no!"

The lights seemed to dim on Rosedale's new life.

His eyes were closed in fear, yet his hand had moved just in time to block the incoming projectile.

Merissa, who was already halfway towards him, hovering off the ground was extremely shocked.

"Did you just catch a comet," She asked in disbelief?

A second later, Rosedale looked down at a familiar box. He couldn't believe this thing had been transported with him!