Chapter: 1 - Reborn

(A/N: Well I am kind of back, I won't be continuing my Star Wars/Banished novel, reading through it again is painful to sit through, the overlord one I did may continue at some point but with how random I can be at times lets just collectively reason that it is on hiatus for the time being, as for this one I hope to continue it as much as possible but we will have to see if my continuous procrastination wins over my desire to keep writing. Updates will either arrive in clumps of a couple at one time with a time gap in between or a somewhat regular schedule, though that remains to be seen. I will do my best to keep everyone updated as best I can am just not great at this whole thing.)

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(Third Person POV)

"So you're saying I died," the chosen soul says in a seemingly monotone response leaking little emotion, It is the opposite of what the soul is feeling on the inside however it just can't project its feelings in its current state.

"Yeah," the man sitting across the barren darkness says in a deadpan tone.

"In a plane crash," the soul says recalling the haunting events that transpired only moments ago, it remembered the panic all around her and the wails of children scampering for oxygen masks and couples sharing final goodbyes with one another while the soul was all alone with no one to comfort it.

"Yeah" the man resuming his previous tone of voice with zero emotion or care.

"You're also offering me reincarnation wherever I wish as compensation," the soul says remembering the first thing this man offered, "You will be chosen to go through the cycle of reincarnation along with some perks or gifts if you have questions then ask" the voice was slightly different to the one he adopted later as it sounded more regal or godly.

"Yeah," the man says as if he didn't just offer what the soul is repeating and is slightly befuddled by the nonsensical question.

"Do you realise how crazy all of this sounds?" the soul asked as the non-existent mind of the soul did somersaults at the predicament it is currently having to deal with.

"Not really" the man answers in a deadpan way once more not seeing anything strange in the current happenings.

"Of course… well let's get on with it," the soul says trying its best to pick their nonexistent jaw off the floor.

"Yes, now which world shall I send you to?" the man asks scrolling through a transparent menu of possible options.

"Tensura… I always wanted to go there, many of the characters are people I could get along with and the power level while admittedly crazy shall prove to be a challenge…" the soul had not yet finished its spiel about its chosen world and was promptly cut off by the man.

"Yeah, I don't care for your reasons let's move on," he says now thinking of something.

"Do I get wishes or something or do you choose something?" the soul says trying to come across as angry at being rudely cut off during its fantastic monologue.

"You may make your own skill of the Unique level but I will also choose the race you will be along with the time period and another skill should you meet the sufficient evolutionary stage or have a strong enough desire," he says looking directly at the soul waiting for it to respond.

"Ok… I guess that's alright… the skill I will pick is Strengthe-" the soul was about to describe the skill but was cut off swiftly.

"No problem, I read your thoughts if you're wondering how I know, it shall become an Ultimate Skill should you evolve and have the necessary desire, as for race, time period and the other skill you shall find out on your own on your journey," he says before waving his hands dismissively, in turn, creating a portal and sending the soul through.

The millisecond before the soul leaves he utters its name…"Nevera".

25,000 years before Rimuru (BC)

(Third Person POV)

Primordials also known as Progenitors, are the oldest and most extraordinarily powerful Demons. each of them is referred to by their signature colours rather than an actual name.

These "substitute names" don't count as their actual names in the true sense of being a named monster:

Purple Primordial Violet

White Primordial Blanc

Yellow Primordial Jaune

Black Primordial Noir

Green Primordial Vert

Blue Primordial Bleu

Red Primordial Rouge

Colourless Primordial Incolore

Demons are a major race of Spiritual Lifeforms and are magical beings derived from elementals. They have an advantage against Angels but are in turn disadvantaged against Elementals. All demons came from the Great Spirit of Darkness that was made by the Creator and first True Dragon Veldanava.

The Primordials reigned supreme in hell always being the strongest foes for any demon, demons all bared a resemblance to their lineage which assigned them to a particular Primordial.

A power hierarchy was established shortly after the birth of the Primordials as to which was the strongest, the demoness trio consisting of Blanc, Jaune, and Violet tended to fight amongst each other while Bleu and Vert were endlessly at each other's throats. Rouge and Noir had a love-hate relationship but were stronger than the rest except one. Incolore was undoubtedly the strongest of all Primordials after besting each and everyone in battle. Rouge was her most frequent fight as he or she was the most prideful of all, though Rouge was soundly beaten every time and killed on the off occasion depending on Incolore's mood.

Incolore possesses the traits and appearance of a woman given her "situation" she has the uncanny appearance of a hero in a sense often wielding her signature weapon Judgements Fury, a large intimidating great-sword always on her back. You may confuse her with someone belonging to the lineage of Primordial Blanc but you'd be wrong despite her white hair, she wears black armour covering her entire self along with a white fur cloak draped around her shoulders. While she possesses the ability of regeneration she decided to keep the scar across her eye as a battle mark. Rouge was the culprit during their first encounter and inevitable fight. It serves little to no purpose other than to stave off Rouge from relentlessly challenging her to fight, it doesn't affect or inflict her vision whatsoever as magic sense compensates for her missing eye though she could regenerate it at any point.

Though she was once human she has coveted a much more sadistic likeness during this second life or second chance, killing when summoned is an afterthought at least it was after the first. Her first kill of a human felt wrong but the feeling vanished quickly and when she killed again she wouldn't feel disgusted with herself.

Incolore became much more active in the Cardinal World than the rest of the Primordials seeing it as more of a home than the hell she was born in. In this it lead to many excursions to the Cardinal World gaining her the bonus of a body fuelled by the number of contracts she has carried out, they were never nation-enveloping contracts with massive death tolls but personal ones with higher quality souls to fuel the creation of her body.

(Incolore (Nevera)POV)

I didn't expect to be reborn as a Primordial, I thought more along the lines of at least a human but beggars can't be choosers, I have been here for some time now and by here I mean hell, I have fought with all other Primordials by this stage and have proved to be… weak. Saying that is slightly unfair given that God gave me a name before I came here to add to the fact my Unique Skill Strengthening makes me stronger the more hits I take, the skill has had a field day due to Rouge's incessant challenges.

It makes me look like a monster if I find the soon-to-be Guy Crimson boring to fight, the first fight we had was fun and proved how ridiculous he is but it seemed like I was a wall he could never climb add to the fact Noir kept teasing him about it. As you could tell my moniker at least as a Primordial is "Incolore" or "The Colourless One" though you could mistake me for either Noir or Blanc.

I accepted it as I didn't want the others to realise I had a name, it would be slightly suspicious as to the identity of who gave me it, though it isn't well known yet not to give Primordials names yet as humans have barely existed as of yet. I had ascended to the rank of a Demon Peer but lowered my strength and aura to that of an Arch-Demon, exactly like the other Primordials.

I have thought about if I ever have the chance to ascend to the overworld or Cardinal World and find a body but id have to wait a few thousand years before even Rouge does so.

Apart from fighting there isn't much to do in hell other than religiously practice skills, magic and general fighting, there aren't even any other demons yet apart from us eight, and even that will take a fairly long chunk of time especially if Violet or Jaune get a hand on them.

It will be a strange concept to me, living for thousands of years where I barely even had 20 in my previous life, I wonder if living for so long will distort how long it actually feels like.