Prologue

Narrative POV

"I thank you Hero Kanon, for trusting my judgement of ending this already dull war, stopping it indefinitely..." said the Demon King of Tyranny Anos Voldigoad with hint of sincerity in his voice, meanwhile holding his source out for Kanon The Hero.

Anos nods when looking at the two women who accompanied the Hero, with that they focused a blast of pure energy into his source and he took it without taking some damage while the women got to their knees clearly exhausted by all that. "I'll make sure your trust wasn't in vain, Hero" his lips curled up when looking at the Hero. Anos Voldigoad was determined to go through with this.

Kanon saw his signal and tightened his grip of his sword, "I see... then when you are reborn I'll wait for you and when we'll meet..." The Hero plunged his sword Evansmana, into The Demon King's chest piercing source first then his chest until it cleaved through the king's heart. "It would be as Friends..." Kanon could only nod in agreement and thanked the sacrifice Anos gave for the sake of peace among the races.

He smiled, as the powerful magic beneath the Demon King activated and magic circles appeared across all realms and started to divide each realm from one another, closing the path of war and calming the storm of the races angers in the upcoming years.

"It's finished..." Kanon spoke, "Yes... you are right hero..." Anos was on his knees clearly his foot was in death's doorstep, he was on his last breath. "I'll see you in a few thousand years Hero..." the said hero nods while Anos prepared for his magic.

With his last and final breath, Anos said one word before his body gave out. "<Syrica>" a powerful magic was invoked, a magic the Hero was familiar with since his specialty is source magic, this particular magic revolves around reincarnation. "Wait a moment..." He saw a mistake in the magic, it was wrong... the way the Demon King used it was flawed he lacked magical energy when he used it so the spell was miscalculated and didn't worked properly.

"He miscalculated... instead of two thousand years it's going to be more, how much..." he focused on thinking for a bit and gave up. "I don't know..." He sighed in defeat while gripping his sword tightly.

"He'll spend more time reincarnating, maybe a thousand more." Militia spoke up and said her own opinion on the matter.

"It doesn't matter, even if his source is destroyed he would never die... that only makes him stronger so have faith Hero, but look on the bright side you helped in creating the peace we could now grasp." Reno the mother of all spirits pats the Hero's back, consulting the young man with the guilt trip his having right now.

The said young man nods, and smiled "This marks the day, that a Demon was the Key to achieving peace and from today onwards his people would no longer see him in such a dark light, this was the death of the Demon King of Tyranny and the birth of The Demon King of Salvation..." the Hero spoke as the door to the Demon King's throne closed.

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Meanwhile, for Anos Voldigoad it has been only a few seconds passed as he was showered by blinding light. "He's so cute, our baby... you see honey!?" a very excited voice snapped Anos out of his stupper, a voice of a woman as his vision finally cleared and he saw the face of his new mother, in this life.

A young looking woman with light brown hair, looking like she was in her late 20's and behind her was the supposed husband she spoke with. "He is, hahaha! my genes sure is strong. HAHAHA!" a hardy laugh echoes as the man showed his happy go lucky attitude.

"Hmphh..." she pouts, Anos was confused of their chemistry not knowing a single speck of knowledge about love since he only knows anything else other than that, further more he was born with a dead mother and he never seen his father once.

The very open father took his child slowly making sure he doesn't hurt the fragile looking little guy. "So how about his name... what should we name him?."

"{This is my chance, the only name I'll accept is the one I have even now.}" his eyes glowed red, with that every possiblity of him being named by any other ones were destroyed and only one name stick out in his father's mind.

"Anos Voldigoad... h-huh?" his father scratched his head, a little confused but that name kinda sticked and he liked the idea, while Anos gave a response without talking. "O-Oh looks like he likes it, you want to be our little Anos?" he tried asking the child, and was replied by a gleeful unrecognizable words, thank goodness Anos is a great actor and not revealing his already matured mentalily and didn't just flat out talked to them using his original voice.

"I guess thats it, your our little Anos from now on." Gusta spoke holding the little guy in his arms, he may look hard and sturdy but his soft when it comes to his dream child. "Anos Voldigoad huh... why did that came to mind?" He asked himself, why little Anos coughs cutely.

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Not even a month in and Anos already used <Crest> a source magic that magically grows the user into a specific age as to the user's liking, in Anos case he only turned into a 8 year old child and stopped the spell right then, he doesn't look like his parents but more like his former appearance but younger.

Gusta assumed his grand father's genes was at fault since he knew his old man was black haired, coupled with red eyes. He didn't knew that Anos messed with his body and refined his own cells and genes to the best he could, simply reconstructing them and mirror his former genes making him effectively the first demon of this world, but he doesn't know that.

"{I should stroll around this place, roaming around this human kingdom should give me some sufficient knowledge of this era.}" He thought, he doesn't know that currently his a whole different world, he didn't realize it since it's like a parallel to where he came from.

"Hm... my boy is so talented with magic, I should call Reynolds he might know someone who could gauge my son's ability." Gusta whispered to himself, thinking about an old friend of his from a distant past when he was still a adventurer.

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A 8 year old Anos (few months old) is currently taking a stroll across the kingdom of sapin, well... if your talking having a stroll is several times faster than a fighter jet. He scouts the entire kingdom and took a good break and gather information about it by using his adult appearance for intimidation since who would take a child seriously.

"This should be enough, I see now... seriously to think that I am on a completely different world, looking at this continents formation it's not something I'm familiar with and this world's magic is so diminished, that it could be compared to something like a dull sword." Anos waved his hands and ripped the several documents he had with him, the documents he stole from the country's library and the thrones secret room filled with important information and books.

"And here I am thinking I would make peace and form a friendship with the Hero was for nothing, why did I get here anyway?" He asked himself, thinking to where he made a mistake with his magic. "Oh... my magic was depleted yet I still continued and casted Syrica... well that's that I guess." He nonchalantly waved it off and smiled.

He continued with his walk while ripping and burning the books he got, "I should look forward of living a normal life here." he smiles.

"Here, this is where I belong... because here..." a flashback of him crawling out of his mother's corpse haunts him, while sudden hatred for humans swirls inside his mind.

But when the memories of him seeing Izabella and Gusta his new parents, it filled him with joy that the hatred he had diminished and was overpowered by the determination he has to make sure he protects the parents he now has.

"Because here... I have a Family." with that, something out of character happened... the ruthless Demon King of Tyranny had a single drop of tear dripping down his cheeks, as he wiped it off.