From Ashes To Flames


Many believed in Heaven and Hell. Many believed in other religions. Many disregarded the Pantheons and instead turned to science and logic. Many just didn't care.

And yet, when they are close to dying, they pray to the Heaven's for forgiveness or wonder what sick treatment awaits them in hell. Some wish to escape from the living world. Some wish to be reincarnated.

Some thought the afterlife would be all fun and games. Some thought it would be absolutely nothing, a void of darkness. Some thought it'd be endless torture or living out their perverse dreams. In reality?

An empty space.

A dull void, nothing but grey matter floating and shifting endlessly.

Formless, ever-changing, forever moving. Nothing like the humans could ever had depicted it.

Nothing would be capable of living there except for maybe a few deities, and even then, it'd be near impossible. And yet, despite all the odds stacked against anything and everything, the form of a human was there.

"Last thing I remember was looking down from the top of a building," a male voice said. "I'm not suicidal, but the thought has crossed my mind before. Of course, that was when I actually cared about the people around me."

Floating above the void, the body of a teenager rested there, the owner breathing yet not at the same time. It was a living contradiction, similar to that of Schrödinger's Cat.

"Still..." the teen continued, his mouth not moving despite speaking. "I do remember being pushed off a building by something, then everything went black..."

"Apart from dying," the teen continued as his body suddenly floated upwards into a standing position. "Black is my favourite colour, so it's alright, I guess. I've done terrible stuff, but..."

He opened his eyes, his pupils grey, just like the void around him.

"Is this the afterlife?" He mused, his lips curling. "A whole load of nothing? An empty grey space? Or am I simply stuck in the middle of nowhere?"

The teen tilted his head and looked at his hands, but his eyes didn't recognize his body.

"...no, that's not it either. If I had to take a guess, I'd say I'm in the process of being convert into a spirit to be sent to hell or heaven. I'm guessing the former, though is God really real?" The teen began floating forwards. "I'm not a firm believer in him or her, but I do believe he or her is real to a certain extent."

The teen seemed to pass through an invisible barrier as the void around him shimmered. Whether ignorant or unaware, the teen continued forwards before stopping.

"So, I'm stuck in a void with nothing to do for eternity?" The teen chuckled, his face imitating laughter before suddenly stopping, replaced with a dead expression. "Fucking glorious. I can't wait to be here forever. Well, actually, I guess I can be philosophical. I'm good at that."

The teen closed his eyes, unaware of the 72 pillars surrounding his body. Whether ignorant or he didn't feel the pure power emanating from them, the question would forever remained unanswered.

Eyes still closed, a rift of dark energy ripped open the void in front of the teen, a white one appearing behind.

Suddenly, the teen's body arced backwards before straightening up, his eyes rolled in the back of his head as the rift erupted into a pillar of darkness. The white light was consumed – destroyed – as the pillar of darkness dyed the room in what could only be described as an eternal black, a never-ending void.

Opening his eyes, the teen seemed moderately surprised before glancing at his body. His stark white appearance acted like a star in the darkness.

"...where am I?"

Spinning around, the teen noticed he had a body and clenched his fists, still unaware of the pillars surrounding him.

"I was surrounded by a grey void before," he muttered in disbelief. The teen began to run his hands through his hair. "So, am I being transported to hell or something?"

Suddenly, the 72 pillars erupted into life, different symbols representing different clans, their signature abilities coating the symbols. Frozen in place, the teen's eyes glazed over as he looked everywhere, unable to keep up with the rotating pillars.

Clink

Clunk

Ka-Chunk!

"What the...?" The teen murmured as the pillars slowly came to a stop. Taking a shaky step forward, the teen approached a lone pillar, the symbol of a phoenix etched into the otherworldly material.

"...this looks... ...familiar..."

Reaching out, the teen touched the firm matter and watched as the symbol etched itself into his stark white hand before fire coated it. Wincing, he grit his teeth as the fire raced up his arm, leaving behind intense scorch marks.

Crying out in pain, the teen fell backwards, only for his hand to remain airborne above the pillar, holding him in place as the pillar began to shed its black matter.

Slowly, the teen began to slowly disintegrate into ash as the pillar began to glow a bright, fiery light. Shielding his face, the teen winced as the light began to blind him, only for the hand covering his face to fall to the ground, flesh to ash.

"H-Heh," he chuckled out as his body began to disintegrate. "I suppose... ...I deserve this, don't I? Wonder what'll happen now..."

In a flash of light, all that remained of the teen was a pile of ash, a single feather resting on top as if the ash was its throne. Slowly, the golden feather was corrupted by the darkness surrounding it, staining it a dark, blue-purple hue.

The pillars in the room all faded away, leaving behind the pillar of the phoenix.

Unaware and ignorant of his current state, a teenage boy was reincarnated as a devil. A devil of the Phenex Household.


Embers and ash littered the razed ground where a forest once stood. Burnt trees covered in soot were toppled, fires continued to burn despite having nothing to burn off of, and smoke covered the sky, jealously keeping it to itself.

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In the middle of all the destruction of which humans would call a natural disaster, a boy around the age of 7 lay alone, his clothes charred and his body scarred with fatal wounds. He was presumed dead by his attackers by the lack of demonic energy, and yet, he wasn't.

His chest slowly moved as his demonic powers returned, a flood of painful memories and experiences filling his body. Flames burst out and covered his whole body. Instead of burning, they traced his wounds slowly and delicately. After minutes, they slowly disappeared, leaving behind nothing but skin, no longer marred by the fatal wounds that ruined its beauty, the only exception being the face contorted in pain.

Blonde hair and tattered, rich clothing, the boy's back suddenly arched before returning to normal. Moments later, he began to cough violently, hacking and gasping for breath as he sat up, clutching his chest as his heart pounded his ribcage violently.

His breath ragged, the boy sat there for what felt like an eternity, eyes wide as he tried to slow his racing heart. Fires crackled around him as the smoke thickened. His body felt on edge, filled with adrenaline and yet every move he made felt like he was being poked with a hot metal rod.

"W-W-W-Where a-am I?" He managed to stutter out, still clutching his heart in pain. Looking around wildly, the boy's eyes widened even more as he saw the destruction laid out before him. To the teenager who had no idea what was going on, he thought it was all a mere nightmare, something to freak him out before the next day.

He was wrong.

The young boy went to open his mouth to speak, only to inhale smoke. Hacking violently, the boy began to cry, tears running down his face as he choked, pain flaring in his chest.

FYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!

The smoke dispersed and the fires died instantly. Hitting his fist against his chest, the boy's vision was blurry as he fell forwards onto his chest.

"F-Fuck me," he managed to gasp out whilst laughing in pain. "I must be delusional. There is no way that just happened."

The boy suddenly lost all energy and lost consciousness as a blonde man ran forwards, worry etched on his face.

"Ruax? Where are you?"

A young adult with similar features ran forwards before seeing the unconscious body. Instantly, he slid to a stop besides the boy and placed his fingers on his neck. Feeling a pulse, he sighed with relief before frowning, noticing the lack of demonic aura around the boy's body.

"...you idiot," the man muttered under his breath as he picked the boy up. Holding him close to his chest, he sighed and stood up. Turning around, he began walking back from where he came from. "You could've died, but I am at fault first and foremost."

A magic circle began to form underneath the man's feet, a bright golden glow forming before columns of flames erupted up. Coated in the flames, the fire disappeared in a flash alongside the teenager holding the boy.


A lavish room too good for many, only a family of nobility in the human would come close to scratching the surface of 'true' comfort.

Laying in a bed way too large for his body, the young boy lay there, groaning in pain underneath multiple sheets. Curling into his sheets, the boy named 'Ruax' clutched the velvet red bedsheet and pulled them close, muttering words underneath his breath.

"Lonely, common, average." The boys head violently twitched as his muttering became more feverish. "Rich, nobility, Phenex." The boy began to shake as his head twitched again. "Dead, void, phoenix pillar." He began to shake more violently. "Common- no, nobility. Average- no, brilliant. Son- no, third son." His head twitched again, almost going a full 90-degree angle as he suddenly sat up. His eyes shot open, glazed over as an inner conflict raged within.

"Ruax. Rai. Ruax. Rai. Ruax. Rai."

His hands still clutching the bedsheets, they began to glow. Embers began to form on the lining.

"Ruax. Rai. Ruax. Rai. Ruax. Rai"

Fire began to consume the bedsheets as the young boy sat there, unaware of what was going on.

l. l.

"̶̧̟̘̙̹̠̙̯͓͓̱͎͛͗R̴͎̥͙͉͓̝͇͇̐͒̀̈͂̈́̽̌ȕ̷̗̦̝̜̗͚̈͊̂͆̏͠ǻ̷̹̖͉͗͑x̸̰͇̹̺͌̈́̐̇̑́̀̓̿͑̇͑̿͜.̴̡̧̧̻̪͖̠̺̖̝͉̜͆ ̷͕̮̺͚̲̩͔̻̰̜͗̒̓̊̑̌̒̔̊͂̾͑͜R̷͚͚͎̲͌̄̓̄̐̆͗̌̄͘͘͜͝a̵̧̛̛̘̗̖̽̾͆͋̌͂̒͐ì̷̛͓̪͇̍̏̌̒͠͝.̵͖̏̈̐͒̚̕͝͝ ̸͙̙̹́̈̏͛͒̑̚͜͠͝R̵̭̼͋̄͒̓̀͂̀̈́̈̌̚͠u̸̢̳͖͔̣͛͗̇̌̒̂̒͐́͒̈̕̚a̶̢̢̡̫̩̰̳̺̞̤̬̜͔̿̑̊̐̈̂̀͊́̆͘̚͝x̴̨̢̧͚̞͊͑̐͋̏̿̿͘͜͜͠͠.̷͕̳̣̻͓̺̬̗͌̓͜ ̵̢̹̦̜̟̳̭͇͒̍͒̄͐̅̏̀̋̀̐̃͜Ŗ̶̘͚͖͕̙̬̣̬̩͖̀á̷̝͇̻̪̰͎̿͆̀̂͘̚í̵̥͕̄̌͂͆͂͒́̽̓̀.̷̜̼̻̈́̀̋́̇͗ ̷̘͓̬̘͇̩̙̳̥́̃͊̚͜͜R̵̨̼̝͎̔̐̈͜u̵͔̖̻̦̯͈̎̿̂̓͐͐́̉͆̆͘a̴̫͇̲̒̇̓̚x̶̥͚̤̉́̚.̸̧̹͉̺̳̖͈̬͓̳̣̣͚̽̽̽̓̃͛͌͛̀̕ ̷̧̛̹͓̼̪̹̻̰̓̄͆̂̾͌͐̈͛̔̂̓ͅṘ̷͕͋̒ḁ̴̱͕̘̼̦̭̉͒į̷͓͚̻̬̝̹̬̱͋̃͛̊̄̿̔̎̆̂̾̋"̷̢͈̦͙͙̐

l.

The door to the room slammed open as a man ran in.

"Maids, get Mother and Father!" He shouted as the fire began to consume the bed. Waving his hand, the fire dispersed, leaving behind the young boy muttering to himself.

"Rai, no, Ruax, no, Ruax, no Rai."

The young man grabbed the boy's shoulders and shook him.

"Ruax, wake up!" He shouted.

The young boy froze as his eyes lost the glaze. Blinking, the boy slowly turned to look at the man and frowned.

"Do I know you?" He asked, a frown on his face. His eyes were no longer clouded, but instead a pale gold.

The man – in his early 20s – froze, his eyes glued on the young boy in front of him.

"Ruax," the man said, his voice wavering slightly. "Do you remember anything? Anything at all?"

'Ruax' slowly looked around the room, his eyes showing no recognition. The man slumped over as the boy turned back to face him.

"Do you know where I am?" Ruax asked, his voice weak. "My memories... ...they are all... murky."

The man straightened up and smiled. It was a smile that would have young women chasing him for miles on miles. It was so bright and dazzling that it could extinguish a star. And yet, it told multitudes of pain. Layers upon layers, and his eyes reflected that.

"Before we start," the man said gently, sitting on the edge of the bed, "I have to ask you one question. Can you remember anything, or are your memories too murky for you to remember?"

Ruax's eyes glazed over as he racked his brain. The man watched carefully as Ruax winced, his face contorting in pain.

"It hurts," Ruax murmured, making the young man grimace. "It's like something is stopping me."

"So? Nothing?"

Ruax hesitated before shaking his head.

"Something came to me," he murmured, prompting the man to lean forwards. Gesturing for him to continue, Ruax seemed to hesitate again before speaking. "I know that we are devils, but I do not know which household I belong to."

With those words, the man felt a pang of guilt in his chest. It was painful, for his little brother knew he was a devil and part of the supernatural world, yet didn't know to who he belonged to. It was guilt, for letting him wander too far away yet he didn't care. His little brother survived what should've been an instant death for someone his age. He was just glad that he got there in time, before they came back to finish him off.

"Door," Ruax croaked out, surprising the young man. "Someone's knocking on the door."

The man sat there, startled, before smiling and nodding.

"I'll be right back," he said as he stood up. Walking towards the door, the man opened it, revealing a handsome blonde man and woman. The man had sharp hair and deep sky-blue eyes with a neat suit on. The woman had flowing blonde hair tied up into two twin tails, forming drill-like curls. Her ornate dress radiated wealth and nobility.

"Ruval, is Ru-Ru alright?" Lady Phenex asked, her elegant voice filled with concern.

"More importantly, is he able to form coherent sentences?" Lord Phenex asked, his voice smoother then velvet. "I'll do something regrettable if he is reduced to a babbling mess."

Ruval hesitated before opening the door wider.

"See for yourself," Ruval said as his mother and father walked in.

As they approached the bed, Ruax seemed lost in his head before slowly looking up as Lady Phenex sat on the bed.

"Ru-Ru, it's me, your mother," Lady Phenex said softly, her voice a bare whisper.

Ruax tilted his head. "...mother?"

Lady Phenex froze before a single tear ran down her face. As she raised her hand slowly to her face, more droplets of water fell, each tear glistening.

"H-Huh?" She said, her voice weak and fragile. Lord Phenex rested his hand on her shoulder, his eyes tearing up.

"A beautiful lady like you shouldn't cry," Ruax murmured as he leaned forwards. Carefully, he wiped away her tears before his mouth curled.

A small smile.

"...Ru-Ru," Lady Phenex managed to whisper out slowly.

"I don't remember much, but you feel familiar," Ruax admitted, making all three adults gasp. "Please don't cry... mother."

"R-R-Ru-Ru... ...ah, I can't stand it anymore!" Lady Phenex cried openly as she embraced her second son. Surprised, Ruax felt the tears begin to soak his shirt as he slowly wrapped his arms around Lady Phenex.

"Welcome back, Ruax," Lord Phenex said as he sniffled, wiping away his tears.

"Hello... ...dad...?"

Ruax looked at Ruval and tilted his head.

"I guess that makes you... big bro...?"

Ruval felt his heart erupt in pain and happiness at the same time.

"What are you both standing around for?" Ruax eventually said as Lady Phenex didn't move, her grip tight. "Come here and help me out."

Lord Phenex couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

"Help you from what, exactly?" Lord Phenex asked. "You had us worried, let's consider this to be your punishment."

Ruax simply nodded, earning a frown from Lord Phenex.

"Ruval, let us leave for now," Lord Phenex eventually said, patting his wife on the shoulder. "We have some topics to talk about."

Ruval merely nodded.

"I'll come talk to you later, okay Ruax?" Ruval opened the door and let his father walk out first before leaving.

As the door shut, Ruax looked at Lady Phenex awkwardly, the woman still crying.

Externally, he smiled awkwardly. Internally, he sighed.

'She may technically be my new family, but why is Lady Phenex so smoking hot?'

Ruax felt envious of Lord Phenex, his new father.


His 'Mother' had left not moments ago, leaving the child to rest. Ruax couldn't help but ponder what he had been thrust into. Of course, he had his obvious thoughts which consisted of:

'I'm in the world of fucking HSDxD!?'

- and –

'What.'

And yet on top of that, he was extremely calm. What an odd way of coping.

Sitting up in his bed, Ruax sighed.

In his former life, he was tall, somewhat smart and edgy. That he knew. He enjoyed his old life. His new life? Yeah, he'd enjoy it. Yeah, he'd have hard times and easy times. Yeah, he'd have a new family. But would he have his old friends? His same lifestyle? Would he adjust fast enough to his new life?

Too many questions in too little a time.

Ruax sighed and curled deeper into his sheets.

"I miss my family," he murmured into the sheets. "I miss my home already. I miss everything."

He turned in his bed.

"But at the same time, I can live in comfort and do nothing," Ruax continued to talk to himself. "I can be a pompous, overgrown brat who talks down to everyone and anything despite their rank." The boy snorted quietly. "Still... I remember what I used to say in my old life."

Ruax laid on his back and stared up at the ceiling.

"If I ever got another shot at life, I won't waste it."

The boy closed his eyes and sighed.

"Do I cower and fail to keep my promise?" He muttered to himself. "Or do I start now?"

Laying in bed in silence, he suddenly groaned and slowly sat up.

"Well, let's go through the changes in my body," he murmured.

Getting out of the bed, Ruax looked around for a mirror and found one.

"Number one," he grumbled, walking towards it. "I'm short, walk slow and have the body of a seven year-old." Stopping in front of the mirror, Ruax's jaw dropped. "Two," he said softly, admiring his face. "I look fucking glorious."

Stepping away from the mirrow, Ruax turned towards the curtains and pulled one open. Seeing the Underworld's night sky, he frowned.

"I'm no longer in the human world," Ruax murmured underneath his breath.

With a heavy sigh, Ruax turned around and looked around his bedroom.

With his enhanced devil senses plus night vision, Ruax saw how bare his room was. A lone wood desk with a lamp and chair, two bedside tables beside his massive bed fit for a king, a bookshelf and a wardrobe. All in all, very bare for one of nobility.

Wandering around his room, Ruax glanced at his wardrobe and shrugged.

"I wonder what type of clothes I have..."

Opening the wardrobe slowly, Ruax glanced at the sight in front of him.

Tight-fitting noble clothes, tight pants- clothes he would never want to wear. Pushing them aside, Ruax searched for something more casual and sighed with relief. Pulling out a dark-red shirt and a maroon blazer, the young boy also found jeans and socks. The only shoes he found were formal shoes.

He shrugged.

Beggars can't be choosers.

Placing them back in the wardrobe, Ruax explores the rest of his room before sitting on his bed, having come to a conclusion.

"This is a big ass room," Ruax muttered. "A big ass room filled with nothing." Frowning, Ruax rubbed his jaw – a subconscious act from his past life – as he laid down on his bed. "Maybe once I get used to all this, I could get it filled so I could get a head start."

The boy shook his head.

"No, that won't do," he murmured, pulling the sheets over his body. "Info first. I need to know where I am in the timeline so I can start with my studies and training. Pure-Blood devils have high potential, but nothing like that of humans. Issei is... well, if he trained a whole lot non-stop, he'd be broken."

Ruax stopped rambling and closed his eyes.

'Well, I'm not gonna be a weak little bitch when canon comes around," Ruax thought to himself as he felt himself begin to fall asleep. 'I need to be strong enough to beat most, if not all High Class Devils a few years before canon. I'll also need to get a grasp on how politics and all that work, learn how to read and write languages and magic...'

Before he could finish his train of thought, Ruax fell asleep, the layers of blankets keeping him warm.


S̶̻͙̜͚̉o̷̢̧̨͙͑̽͘n̵̮̭͈̐̈́̄̚͘͜ͅD̶̨̛͖̪̳̯̊̽̕͠e̵̖̼̘͛a̴͓͆͝d̷̤́͠?̵̢͎̱͓̇̍̏͝C̷̖̻͂̐̎̐̀̅̚ǎ̵͙̦̟̞̊͆̌̈́ṵ̸̢̈̀́̇̌͝ş̴̞̯̼̳̃̊̈́͊̓͘͝é̵̙̥͔̜̭̈́O̶̥̜͒͑f̷̨̤͔͓̀̐͋̉͌͘͘Ḑ̶̙̳̣̺̻̔͌͊e̸̞̰͇̭̿̐̿͒̌̾͂ͅa̴̻̩̠͒́̅̃̚ͅͅt̸͈̣̦̆̐̒̒͜͝ḥ̸͕̉́͌̄͝͝Ṣ̶͍̰̙̍͌͠͝ǘ̸͎̑̉̀i̵͙̇̀͋̊̃̌c̸̦̅͛̾î̸̲͌̃d̵̼̲̘̾̂̑̈́e̸̟͔̊͐̈́͛̂̾̃͜?̵̡͙͓͍̬̜͐̀̓̇͝S̴͓͈̼̰̭͍̱͆̃ù̴̱̼͕s̶̡̻̰̱͎̊ͅp̵̘͔̰̬̬̺̤͌̀̀͒̈͝i̵̧̳̗̔͐͒̎c̷̘̿ḯ̵̢͚̹̦̖͗̄̇̓̊̈́ó̵̢̯̮̒͠ù̴̢͓͖̘̘̲̟s̴͕̺̱͌͊͠͠F̷̮̓ȉ̸̭r̵̥͐̒̉̇̀̏e̴͙̻͛?̶͖͙̞͙̈́̈́͘Ṕ̴̡̡̥͕̖̞̀̄̄̅͝͝ȏ̸̲̏̑š̴̹̼̓͋͂̆͘s̵̡̠͌͒̉̇̃̑i̴͙̐̓͆̕̕b̵̤͔̽l̵̡̡̨̓e̸̥̻̯̠͕̒̌̎͝Ţ̵̮̪̼̟̊ê̸̖̟̖̹̩̦̚ͅr̷̪̪̋̄͗̿̒͒̓r̴̬̦̼͔̞̾̾̅̾̈́̊ò̶̥̗͐̐͗̔͝ĭ̶̡̟͇̰̥̭̘̾̍̌̈́s̴̡͈̹̰̱̜̳̊̒̋̔͝͠ṯ̷̹̰̰̂͒̎̄̈́͝S̶͉̎̄ų̸͎̩̯̠͖̆͒̇͌į̷̙̰̭̥̮̈́͠ͅc̶̠͈̑͛͛̎̂̇̕i̷͎̪̾͂̕ḏ̴̝̜͛̈͐̀̈́̊͠ę̸̧̮͒̍͝A̶̠̲̠͓̍͒̑̀̔͒̕ṱ̶̢͇̲̟̔̋͆̄̀̚t̴͈̭̬͔̯͕̟̽̈a̶̙̔̿͑͌͝c̷̡̟̜͙͓̈́̇̕k̴̨͕̺̭͆̿̽̀̔̋?̸̼̗̼̲̐̆̅̈̈̈́̚͜ͅ .

"Ru-Ru?"

S̶̻͙̜͚̉o̷̢̧̨͙͑̽͘n̵̮̭͈̐̈́̄̚͘͜ͅD̶̨̛͖̪̳̯̊̽̕͠e̵̖̼̘͛a̴͓͆͝d̷̤́͠?̵̢͎̱͓̇̍̏͝C̷̖̻͂̐̎̐̀̅̚ǎ̵͙̦̟̞̊͆̌̈́ṵ̸̢̈̀́̇̌͝ş̴̞̯̼̳̃̊̈́͊̓͘͝é̵̙̥͔̜̭̈́O̶̥̜͒͑f̷̨̤͔͓̀̐͋̉͌͘͘Ḑ̶̙̳̣̺̻̔͌͊e̸̞̰͇̭̿̐̿͒̌̾͂ͅa̴̻̩̠͒́̅̃̚ͅͅt̸͈̣̦̆̐̒̒͜͝ḥ̸͕̉́͌̄͝͝Ṣ̶͍̰̙̍͌͠͝ǘ̸͎̑̉̀i̵͙̇̀͋̊̃̌c̸̦̅͛̾î̸̲͌̃d̵̼̲̘̾̂̑̈́e̸̟͔̊͐̈́͛̂̾̃͜?̵̡͙͓͍̬̜͐̀̓̇͝S̴͓͈̼̰̭͍̱͆̃ù̴̱̼͕s̶̡̻̰̱͎̊ͅp̵̘͔̰̬̬̺̤͌̀̀͒̈͝i̵̧̳̗̔͐͒̎c̷̘̿ḯ̵̢͚̹̦̖͗̄̇̓̊̈́ó̵̢̯̮̒͠ù̴̢͓͖̘̘̲̟s̴͕̺̱͌͊͠͠F̷̮̓ȉ̸̭r̵̥͐̒̉̇̀̏e̴͙̻͛?̶͖͙̞͙̈́̈́͘Ṕ̴̡̡̥͕̖̞̀̄̄̅͝͝ȏ̸̲̏̑š̴̹̼̓͋͂̆͘s̵̡̠͌͒̉̇̃̑i̴͙̐̓͆̕̕b̵̤͔̽l̵̡̡̨̓e̸̥̻̯̠͕̒̌̎͝Ţ̵̮̪̼̟̊ê̸̖̟̖̹̩̦̚ͅr̷̪̪̋̄͗̿̒͒̓r̴̬̦̼͔̞̾̾̅̾̈́̊ò̶̥̗͐̐͗̔͝ĭ̶̡̟͇̰̥̭̘̾̍̌̈́s̴̡͈̹̰̱̜̳̊̒̋̔͝͠ṯ̷̹̰̰̂͒̎̄̈́͝S̶͉̎̄ų̸͎̩̯̠͖̆͒̇͌į̷̙̰̭̥̮̈́͠ͅc̶̠͈̑͛͛̎̂̇̕i̷͎̪̾͂̕ḏ̴̝̜͛̈͐̀̈́̊͠ę̸̧̮͒̍͝A̶̠̲̠͓̍͒̑̀̔͒̕ṱ̶̢͇̲̟̔̋͆̄̀̚t̴͈̭̬͔̯͕̟̽̈a̶̙̔̿͑͌͝c̷̡̟̜͙͓̈́̇̕k̴̨͕̺̭͆̿̽̀̔̋?̸̼̗̼̲̐̆̅̈̈̈́̚͜ͅ

"Ru-Ru?"

S̶̻͙̜͚̉o̷̢̧̨͙͑̽͘n̵̮̭͈̐̈́̄̚͘͜ͅD̶̨̛͖̪̳̯̊̽̕͠e̵̖̼̘͛a̴͓͆͝d̷̤́͠?̵̢͎̱͓̇̍̏͝C̷̖̻͂̐̎̐̀̅̚ǎ̵͙̦̟̞̊͆̌̈́ṵ̸̢̈̀́̇̌͝ş̴̞̯̼̳̃̊̈́͊̓͘͝é̵̙̥͔̜̭̈́O̶̥̜͒͑f̷̨̤͔͓̀̐͋̉͌͘͘Ḑ̶̙̳̣̺̻̔͌͊e̸̞̰͇̭̿̐̿͒̌̾͂ͅa̴̻̩̠͒́̅̃̚ͅͅt̸͈̣̦̆̐̒̒͜͝ḥ̸͕̉́͌̄͝͝Ṣ̶͍̰̙̍͌͠͝ǘ̸͎̑̉̀i̵͙̇̀͋̊̃̌c̸̦̅͛̾î̸̲͌̃d̵̼̲̘̾̂̑̈́e̸̟͔̊͐̈́͛̂̾̃͜?̵̡͙͓͍̬̜͐̀̓̇͝S̴͓͈̼̰̭͍̱͆̃ù̴̱̼͕s̶̡̻̰̱͎̊ͅp̵̘͔̰̬̬̺̤͌̀̀͒̈͝i̵̧̳̗̔͐͒̎c̷̘̿ḯ̵̢͚̹̦̖͗̄̇̓̊̈́ó̵̢̯̮̒͠ù̴̢͓͖̘̘̲̟s̴͕̺̱͌͊͠͠F̷̮̓ȉ̸̭r̵̥͐̒̉̇̀̏e̴͙̻͛?̶͖͙̞͙̈́̈́͘Ṕ̴̡̡̥͕̖̞̀̄̄̅͝͝ȏ̸̲̏̑š̴̹̼̓͋͂̆͘s̵̡̠͌͒̉̇̃̑i̴͙̐̓͆̕̕b̵̤͔̽l̵̡̡̨̓e̸̥̻̯̠͕̒̌̎͝Ţ̵̮̪̼̟̊ê̸̖̟̖̹̩̦̚ͅr̷̪̪̋̄͗̿̒͒̓r̴̬̦̼͔̞̾̾̅̾̈́̊ò̶̥̗͐̐͗̔͝ĭ̶̡̟͇̰̥̭̘̾̍̌̈́s̴̡͈̹̰̱̜̳̊̒̋̔͝͠ṯ̷̹̰̰̂͒̎̄̈́͝S̶͉̎̄ų̸͎̩̯̠͖̆͒̇͌į̷̙̰̭̥̮̈́͠ͅc̶̠͈̑͛͛̎̂̇̕i̷͎̪̾͂̕ḏ̴̝̜͛̈͐̀̈́̊͠ę̸̧̮͒̍͝A̶̠̲̠͓̍͒̑̀̔͒̕ṱ̶̢͇̲̟̔̋͆̄̀̚t̴͈̭̬͔̯͕̟̽̈a̶̙̔̿͑͌͝c̷̡̟̜͙͓̈́̇̕k̴̨͕̺̭͆̿̽̀̔̋?̸̼̗̼̲̐̆̅̈̈̈́̚͜ͅ

"Ru-Ru!"

Ruax shot up in his bed, his shirt drenched in sweat. Eyes wide, chest heaving, the boy slowly looked around before eventually letting out a sigh.

"...a nightmare?" He whispered to himself as he rubbed his temples.

"Ru-Ru? Are you alright?"

Startled, Ruax saw his mother leaning forwards, her face filled with concern.

"I-I'm fine," Ruax said shakily, trying to smile to reassure her.

As Lady Phenex fussed over him, Ruax lost himself in his thoughts.

'What was that?' He thought as his 'mother' continued to worry over him. 'Those images I saw... ...they were disturbing. It was like I was there, watching them die.'

Ruax shook his head and looked at his mother. Lady Phenex was still fussing over him, her face and tone concerned as she continued to talk.

Slowly and carefully, Ruax managed to get Lady Phenex's attention.

"Mother, I have a question."

Lady Phenex brushed a strand of hair to the side. "What is it, Ru-Ru?"

"How old am I?" Ruax asked, his face slightly curious.

"You're seven," Lady Phenex responded, looking away. "It was your birthday a week ago, but then..."

"I was attacked, wasn't I?"

Lady Phenex turned to Ruax, her face shock, anger and sadness mixed into one.

"How did you-?"

"Figure it out?" She nodded as Ruax turned towards the windows, the curtains now opened. "Well, I took a guess," he said, shrugging as he did. "The last thing I remember that isn't fuzzy is being in an opening. Everything was burning."

"...you've changed, Ru-Ru."

Ruax turned to his mother as she looked down at her hands.

"Losing your memories does that to you, doesn't it?" Lady Phenex looked at Ruax. She saw nothing of her son inside his eyes, yet she could feel something familiar within.

"Ru-Ru..."

"...mother..." Ruax placed his hands on his mother's shoulders as he smiled. "I may not be the same son you remember, but I'll always be your son, no matter what."

Wrapping his arms around her, Lady Phenex felt something salty enter her mouth. Raising a hand to her face, she wiped away her tears and returned the embrace.

"Sorry for ruining the tender moment, but something important has come up."

Fully opening the door, Lord Phenex entered the room.

Rubbing her eyes, Lady Phenex used a handkerchief to dry her face before turning.

"What is it, darling?"

"We found them," he said, his face grim. "The ones who did it."

Instantly, Lady Phenex was on her feet and at the door.

"Can I come?"

Freezing in the doorway, Lady Phenex turned around and faced her third son.

"Honey, don't you think it's best you stay here?"

Lady Phenex was concerned for her son's health; that much was obvious. Despite concluding that he had amnesia, she was afraid it would trigger a psychological attack on her beloved Ru-Ru. She would never let that happen, even if the chance was near zero.

"Ru-Ru, you sho-."

"You can come, Ruax," Lord Phenex interrupted his wife. Seeing her whirl around and glare at him, he frowned. "Our son has a right to see those who attacked him. It is his choice alone to make, not yours." Turning to look at the bed, he found Ruax opening his wardrobe.

"Will these clothes be alright, mother, father?" Pulling out the clothes from last night, Lord Phenex looked them over and nodded.

"Do you want me to help you change, or shall I call a maid?"

Ruax seemed to hesitate. "...could you help me, father?"

Nodding, Lord Phenex walked over as Lady Phenex stepped outside, closing the door as she did.

From their point of view, it'd be strange if their son asked to dress himself without assistance. Of course, many nobles in devil society have others dress them, and the Phenex family was no different. Well, for formal events at least. They were a hassle most times.

Taking his sweaty shirt off, Ruax was handed a white shirt instead of the dark-red he found. The boy pulled on the white shirt. Taking the jeans, his father shook his head and handed him a pair of formal pants. Pulling them on reluctantly, Ruax shrugged into a black blazer his father held out for him. Looking for socks, Lord Phenex pulled on white socks onto his son's feet. Finding the shoes, Ruax pulled them on as Lord Phenex tied them.

All in all for Ruax, a 16 year-old in the body of a 7 year-old, he was somewhat embarrassed and annoyed at needing his new dad to help him get dressed. Sure, it was necessary for him to keep up the act for now, but sooner or later, he was going to change that.

Adjusting the shoulder area of his blazer, Ruax gave his father a grateful nod as Lord Phenex nodded in approval.

"Ready to go son?"

"I'm ready father."

Lord Phenex stared at his son for a few moments before nodding again. Walking towards the door, he pushed it open as Ruax silently sighed.

'Today is going to be a long day.'


"So, do I have control over my demonic powers?"

Lord Phenex chuckled as they left the mansion. Walking through the beautiful estate, they came to a stop at a beautiful carriage decorated with gold.

"Control?" Lord Phenex smiled. "At birth, you were a natural at manipulating fire and wind. It is second nature to you, Ruax, as it is to your brothers and sister."

"Could I try summoning a flame?"

Lady Phenex smiled. "Of course, sweetie."

"Just imagine a flame on your palm," Lord Phenex continued. "If you have trouble with that, imagine a flame on your palm with something feeding into it like fuel. It should be easy for you to access your demonic reserves."

Nodding, Ruax closed his eyes.

'A flame with fuel pouring into it.' The boy saw the image clearly in his head as energy suddenly pumped through his body. It was like adrenaline.

"Congratulations Ru-Ru," Lady Phenex said as Ruax opened his eyes.

Gasping in surprise, Ruax saw a flame hovering above his hand, the heat basking him with warmth. His heart filled with excitement, the flame dissipated, making him frown.

"Demonic power requires a constant power source, a clear mind and focus," Lord Phenex said as a servant opened the door to the carriage. "Most emotions interfere with our use of magic, but some can influence our power."

Entering the carriage, the three devils sat down as the door shut. Instantly, the carriage began moving.

"Anger can make our attacks unstable but more powerful," Lady Phenex continued. "Grief can make our magic weak and pathetic. Or it can do the reverse of that. It all depends on the person, really."

Ruax nodded, his mind moving at 500% the normal speed. Despite the explanation, Ruax was on cloud nine, his thoughts on one thing only.

Demonic magic.

Out of all the supernatural races, devils had it the easiest. Their magic was near limitless with potential, their sharpened senses made their life easier, and they lived for an extremely long time. To top it all off, they could also be born with sacred gears if they were hybrids like Vali Lucifer.

Their potential was nothing to scoff at either. Whilst humans like Issei Hyoudou could easily become extremely strong if they trained and fought strong opponents on a daily basis, they were a rarity among humans. Humans with potential that high could be considered an extinct species and nobody would complain. That's how rare they were.

High Class Devils generally had a high potential for growth, but many wasted it, relying on their demonic power reserves to save them. One such example would be Raiser Phenex. Whilst the case isn't exactly the same, he was arrogant because he relied too much on his regeneration abilities.

Devils. They could easily become as powerful as Gods, with such cases being Sirzechs Lucifer and Ajuka Beelzebub. And yet, they remained lazy, their pride pinning them down. That was majority of the High-Class Devils' hubris: pride.

All these thoughts ran through Ruax's head as he sat there, waiting for Lord Phenex – his father – to finish speaking to the security. Sure, they were still on Phenex territory, but he knew that his dad wouldn't take the risk.

Ruax shuddered. If he wasn't reincarnated and 'Ruax' actually died... ...well, the devils that attacked him wouldn't be alive. After all, it was exceptionally hard for devils to become pregnant, and to kill one of nobility as well...

Feeling something warm on his hand, Ruax looked up and gave Lady Phenex a small smile, trying to comfort his mother.

Yes, his mother. There was no point trying to deny them as a 'false family'. The fact that he fell asleep and woke up in this world proved his point. He had been reborn, and judging from his experience when he was technically 'reincarnated', he was reborn into the body of somebody dying or already dead.

Still, he was finding it hard to adjust. It was weird calling them 'father' and 'mother' instead of 'mum' and 'dad'.

He shrugged. He'd get used to it.


Standing in the lobby – a dull grey room with countless magic circles engraved into the walls – Ruax was lost in his thoughts as his father spoke to the receptionist.

"We're ready to go in now," Lord Phenex said, startling Ruax with his sudden appearance. His face softened as he crouched down, resting his hand on his son's shoulder. "Are you ready, Ruax?"

He knew that his father was just as worried as his mother, but he needed to see who did it. He needed to know who had killed this innocent child.

Ruax nodded. Thoughts later, he needed to stay in the present.

Lord Phenex nodded and stood up. Walking, they passed through a doorway, leaving a rich interior and entering a plain hallway. Generic white lights lined the floor and ceiling as they passed empty holding cells.

"This is the one here," Lord Phenex said as he came to a stop. Placing his hand on a scanner, a green light flashed and the metal door slid open.

"Just the three of you, Lord Phenex?" A guard asked as he approached, his outfit clean and sharp.

Lord Phenex nodded. "Remain here in case they try something."

"I would even if you didn't ask, Lord Phenex."

The guard moved to the side before speaking into his earpiece. Stepping in, Lady Phenex followed silently as Ruax entered last. The door slid shut and locked as the three devils slowly approached a table inside a grey room. A camera was in the corner, recording the six devils in the room.

"N-No," a devil whimpered. "It can't be..."

"You should be dead!" Another roared as he stood up. Instantly, the shackles drained his power as he slumped back into his chair. He growled, powerless.

"..."

"...good morning, gentleman," Lord Phenex said as he took a seat. "I'm very happy to see you all."

Ruax shivered as he stood besides his mother. That tone was one that spoke of death.

Looking over the three devils, the boy didn't recognize any of them. The one on the left who spoke first was a teenager with messy brown hair. His body was skinny. The one in the middle had blue hair and looked like a young adult. His body was well toned but was covered in scars. The last devil – a female – sat with her face shadowed, a pair of fox ears and a single tail drooping.

"...Lukas, correct?" Hearing a groan from the middle devil, Lord Phenex continued. "You were recently promoted to a High-Class Devil after fifty years of handing out flyers. An impressive feat, I must say." Lord Phenex leaned forwards, his eyes narrowed. "Well, for scum like you, I suppose."

Ruax heard a weak snarl come from Lukas.

"Well, I guess your luck ended there, didn't it?" Lord Phenex glanced at the two devils beside him. "After becoming a King, you forcefully turned a human and youkai into your servants and attempted to kill my third son." The atmosphere in the room became heavy, almost suffocating. "A foolish attempt, I must say. One punishable by multiple laws."

Standing up, Lord Phenex pushed in his chair as Ruax walked closer to the table.

"Fucking brat..."

Lord & Lady Phenex eyes widened in anger before Ruax stopped them.

"It's alright, mother, father," he said, his eyes ablaze. "I wish to do something." Holding out his hand, palm facing the ceiling, the boy concentrated, his mind clear.

'I need a golden flame,' he thought to himself, eyes closed. 'Not to big and not to small. Enough for a serious burn.' Concentrating, Ruax tapped into his demonic reserves, remembering the feeling from when he was reborn and his use earlier. It was like being on an adrenaline high, a high-end motor pumping power into his body.

Feeling his whole body explode with energy, Ruax opened his eyes. In his palm, a golden flame flickered, the trickle of demonic energy he was feeding it making it glow brighter.

Slowly walking around the table, Ruax could feel the heat emanating from the flame. To him, it was like a gentle caress of warmth. To the other devils, however...

"It wasn't this hot before," Lukas muttered, his energy drained as sweat began to soak his clothes.

Stopping behind Lukas, Ruax hid his excitement at using magic again, instead focusing on keeping it alive.

"Mother, father, may I?"

Lady Phenex looked conflicted but her husband merely closed his eyes.

"It is your choice, Ruax."

Nodding, Ruax hesitated before he pushed his palm into Lukas' back. The devil let out a scream of pain as the flames burned through his clean clothes.

Taking a step back, Ruax cut off his flow of demonic energy to the magic. Walking back around to his parents, he turned to look at Lukas.

Panting in pain, the High-Class Devil's clothes were incinerated; rich material now ashes on the ground. Chained, naked and humiliated, Lukas whimpered as Lord Phenex opened his eyes, glaring at the devil.

"Later today, you will be sent to Ars Goetia for your crimes," Lord Phenex said, turning around and moving towards the door. "Depending on the methods we use and what information we retrieve, your final sentence will be death. As for your two servants, depending on what they've done, their punishment is unknown."

"Let's go, son."

Lord Phenex activated the door. As it slid open, Ruax spared one last glance at the devils behind him.

Despair

He left silently.


In his room, Ruax sat in his chair, entranced by the golden flame on his palm. The energy running through his veins slowly trickled into the fire, fuelling it's lifespan.

Rotating his wrist and flexing his fingers, Ruax watched as the flame created from his demonic energy phasing through his fingers. The demonic flame burned brightly no matter what the boy did.

Closing his hand and cutting off the source of power, the flame disappeared. Opening his hand, Ruax grinned.

Magic would forever fascinate him no matter what happened. There were so many strands of it; demonic, Norse, angelic, Greek, Celtic, Egyptian, elemental, void, light, darkness, black, white, human, magician - if he could sit down and learn all of it, he would.

Looking around his room, Ruax glanced at his bed, countless books on devils, devil history, The Great War and strands of magic scattered. It had been a week after they talked to the devils, and the moment they returned, he had locked himself in his room. His mother and father had tried talking to him, but he hasn't responded until yesterday.

Ruax felt bad, that much was certain, but he had needed time to process his thoughts. Using magic, how to escape to the human world for a bit before canon, training... potential killing, etc. If anything, he was hesitant on the last. To kill is to rob somebody of everything, regardless if they're good or bad, and he wasn't ready yet... for now.

Spinning in his chair to face his desk, Ruax began reading the book open again.

Demonic energy and how it works

"Many devils think using demonic magic is simple," Ruax murmured as he flipped a page. "And it is. Imagine what you wish and will it into creation. However, some reincarnated devils have trouble using magic, and so, I have created this book for them."

A magic circle alongside detailed diagrams explain how magic worked covered the page. Fortunately, the knowledge imprinted in his new body remained, so he had a broad understanding of the devil language and could read and write it effortlessly. Unfortunately, it strained his mind, so he practiced daily to get used to it.

With a sigh of reluctance, Ruax shut the book and stood up. Walking towards the door, he opened it and looked around.

He had asked Ruval to train him physically and was met with a hesitant yes. He had asked his mother to show him how Phoenix Tears were made and she agreed. He had asked his father to teach him about High Class Society. He started teaching instantly.

Seeing nobody around, Ruax shut the door and sighed. He had begun training with Ruax who merely instructed him to begin working out so he could handle his training later on. His mother hadn't shown him how Phoenix Tears were made yet, and he had another session with his dad later today. All in all, tedious, but worth it in the long run.

Moving to the open area in his room, Ruax dropped to his knees and let out a weary sigh.

"I'm already sick of push-ups," Ruax grumbled, glaring at the floor.

Starting with his daily work-out, he felt his muscles begin to burn as he grunted.

"Seven, eight, nine," he muttered under his breath.

Continuing with his rep, he sighed internally. Whilst the Supernatural Race/s looked similar if not exactly the same as a human, what gave them away was the general aura of power. Of course, that wasn't to speak of the physical boost to their bodies as well. He wasn't sure of the exact boost, but he knew it pretty much made you a superhuman.

Counting fifty, Ruax stopped and let out a tired huff.

"What was it next?" He murmured as he slowly got to his feet. "Was it crunches or planking?"

Lost in thought, Ruax scratched his chin before slapping himself in the face.

"I forgot to do my twenty-k jog. Fuck."


End.

Now, obviously this is a Reincarnation Story with an OC. Is it a self-insert? Probably. Anyway, for those who have noticed already, I've changed some things with the Phenex Family. First thing first is that 'Raiser/Riser', the third son, is now the second son. The former 'second son' that was never named is now the 'third son'. The third son that died, then had the soul of a human reincarnated into the dead child.

Anyway, this was inspired by Anomaly by Rosenkruetz? I don't know how to spell the name, and I'm lazy too check. If you read this, sorry if it's wrong.

Now, I've also introduced Demonic Magic and how it works. Got a complaint on how 'Ruax' or 'Ru-Ru' can use magic so easily for somebody who has never used it before? You can wait for the chapters to come out. Also, I couldn't think of a decent name so 'Rai' is now stuck with 'Ruax'.

Ruax = Rax or Ru-ax

Next chapter/s will be out soon after this. Don't get your hopes up to high though.

- Striderm8

Have any questions? Leave them in a review or PM me. Anyway, seeya next time!