Chapter 1: Fear

P.O.V....

I walk through the burning forest as the pain of being burned felt nothing to me. Smoke rise above as the violent velvet flame kept consuming the green and vitality of the forest.

..... To be honest..... I'm afraid..... It is not the flames that bother me but myself. 

These delicious cherry syrup kept dripping from my hands as I walk away from the scene. I know there will be people checking this place heck people that I know that are capable of finding this body. the one who start these flame's.

I wasn't the one who started it it was this body who did. I was just a human a regular one with a normal life friends and family who died out of unkown reason. I couldn't even remember how I died. I just know I did.

And here comes the difficult part the memories of this body. This body was once a regular demon who act human in order to trap them into false safety before killing and eating them. I could clearly remember everything this body has done. The lies, the taste of there flesh, and the fights.

Even the sequence of how he died by a warriors hand. I would have died as well if it weren't for this original body killing that warrior. My once casual steps had started to shift into a sprint as I run. People will investigate this place and I know I am weak to even stand up against myself.

I may have known what era am I but I know I need to escape. Since in this world this universe is filled with powerful beings that I know I wouldn't stand against.

As I am just a regular demon in the unkown world of frieren.

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( A couple of hours later )

" Huff.... Huff.... "

I look through the large burrow far away from the forest as I saw that the fire hasn't spread in this area. I don't know if I should be happy or worried but all I know for now is that it is safe. 

Pressing my back at the dirt filled wall's of this burrow I look up to it's root filled ceiling. The silence killing any sounds around me as I was filled with my thoughts. 

The current memory of this bodies death was still fresh in my mind to how I killed a family of traveling caravan owners to how I killed and die by the hands of an unknown warrior that was traveling with them. 

It felt like series of weird sequences but none the less I got over it pretty quickly. It's kinda scary how fast I just got over the deaths of so many people now that I'm a demon.

I know I'm not human anymore considering the obvious sign's but despite living this second life as a heartless monster I still retain some of my personalities.... Well a miniscule of it but it still present at least.

I wipe off the dirt filled cherry syrup out of my hand as I don't want to see the dirty blood on my hands anymore. 

The silence was deafening as no birds have ever chirped in this forest though to the forest fire. I kept leaning on the wall as I tried to think of what to do now. 

I have no one by my side, Have no resources and have only this clothe on my body. All I have is two memories of my two lives and knowladge of this universe's anime. 

That knowledge could only help me so much as this world is filled with so many unkown factor's. Heck I don't know if my knowledge would even be useful once I got old enough to reach the middle ages. Demons could live increadibly long lives so I don't know what will happen in the future once frieren has gotten to Aureole on the far north where the dead reside.

It's increadibly stressful to think about since I don't know what era I'm in. All I know is that I'm probably in this universe's version of the Roman era considering my style of clothe and how people back at the caravan dress like.

It's either that Frieren still hasn't met flamme or she has already been in her teachings. There so many unkown factor's that I don't know about.

But that's not what crucial here since what's more crucial is who I am. I know who I am. A heartless monster in the guise of a human who has no sympathy to any living being.

I don't want to be this being. I've met many demons hands that died out of there pride and apathy. I don't even know what my original self will take affect as I'm afraid that after a couple of century or so my personality might have been change to suit this race needs.

I don't want that. I don't want to change who I am. I don't want to kill my original life just because of my biology and instinct's. I just want to be me the real me.

My thoughts we're all chaotic but none of it show in my stoic face. My fear of losing my self kept piercing me like a spear until I had an Idea.

' This world is magic right so.... Can I make create a spell that allow me to change my natural instincts? '

That might be possible. Frieren's magic system is all about imagining things out if existence. As long as you can visual it. It will happen.

This thought made my once stoic eye's show a smidge of life as there might be hope for saving myself after all. I look at my hand. The once dirty bloody hands still retain it's brutality. 

I stare at my hand for a moment as I consciously activate my mana. The white aura flow out of my hand as I could see it clearly. I took one last look at my hand before clenching my fist blocking the passage of my mana from my hand as silence once again befall this burrow.

' This is it. Why haven't I think of it before! '

I thought as I couldn't help but to be hopeful that I might have a chance. With my bodies natural talent to magic maybe I might have a chance. 

A chance to retain who I am.