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.
Moros
Levi turned his head, sure there was someone behind him this darkness was worshipping because it couldn't be him. He was on his feet now with the pain gone and the feeling of standing on a thin thread having disappeared.
There was no one behind him.
"You're talking to me?" He pointed at himself despite nobody else there he was still unsure.
It was peculiar, why would darkness itself worship him. Sure he was a son of a god but there were plenty of that in Ancieru to go around so why would it choose him.
"Yes sire, I am at your command." The darkness proclaimed proudly, it had no mouth but its words were as clear as day.
"Huh? What am I supposed to do with you?"
"Anything you need, I'm at your command sire."
"Do you know who I am?" He was still very skeptical, he'd just gone through hell here, if this wasn't a hallucination he'd eat his hat.
"I wouldn't dare speak your name sire."