It is warm. It is comfortable. It does not understand. It does not think. It is floating. It does not notice time. It does not notice growth.

It notices It is no longer floating. It notices how tight everything is. It does not remember. It notices it is no longer warm. It feels something rubbing It. It notices softness all around It. It sees, but It does not understand. It hears crying. It feels nourishment.

It begins to think. It begins to remember. It was once he. He was Satou Osamu. He was confused. He was tired. He slept. He dreamed of a past that no longer exists.

His vision begins to focus. He sees a face he does not recognize. A red face with feminine features that has large horns coming from the sides.

He remembers religion. He remembers Hell. He feels anger. He feels scared. He feels a calm sweep over him. He is confused.

"Calm Tanya. Relax. You need to eat. No need to fear the food," the demon said in a soothing tone.

'Who is Tanya?' He thinks. 'What is this demon? Am I in hell?' He remembers his death. 'Did that Being X send me here?'

He remembers that he was a Human Resource Manager at a company. He remembers the company was restructuring and he was responsible for delivering the news to the employees being cut.

He remembers the last one he spoke with that day. An unabashed otaku in the IT department that had taken the most time off in order to go to science fiction conventions and was unnecessary when there were several far more responsible employees capable of doing his tasks. Osamu remembers explaining the reasons for the firing. Osamu remembers the former coworkers attempts at begging for his job. Osamu remembers being disgusted by the other man's childish desire for toys.

Osamu remembers heading to the train station home, satisfied at a day's job done well. Osamu remembers the push. Osamu remembers the fall. Osamu remembers time freezing and seeing the otaku looking like he had just pushed something.

Osamu remembers Being X.

—-

"I am getting tired of this," a voice spoke. "Humans these days have no sense of right and wrong anymore. They have strayed too far from the laws of the universe."

"What?"

"And there is no Faith in any power beyond themselves."

"Why would there be?"

"What do you mean?"

Osamu feels like something is looking at him. Giving him attention.

"Why would we need faith? There is no evidence of anything beyond ourselves and we have been proven we can change this world as we see fit."

"Oh? And you doubt even now when a force beyond your comprehension."

"Of course not. You are likely just a hallucination due to adrenaline and pain that has not consciously hit yet dragging out this moment for as long as possible. As a hallucination of an unknown force, I think I'll call you Being X."

"So certain for a man facing death that there is no possible force beyond humans. Perhaps an example should be made of you."

"Wait, what are you talking about?"

"I shall send you to a world more advanced than your own with more of your precious evidence of the fundamental forces of the Universe."

"Now here me, you cannot just take away my freedom to choose..."

"Do try to survive."

It took a bit of time for Osamu to get used to being called Tanya, and even longer to get used to the idea that he was now a she. As she was getting used to these facts, she slowly began to learn about the world she was in.

While many of the other children and even the adults appear demonic, they were actually various alien species. As for where Tanya was, it appears she was at a temple of some sort of religious order in a highly advanced civilization. It was after a year at the temple that Tanya understood that she was apparently sent to a Universe she had thought of as an alright action film.

At the realization, she ended up in timeout for the explicit language she used and a few of the caretakers were removed from the position of raising the younglings. If she had actually paid attention, she could have navigated this new life and set herself up for a comfortable life. Instead, she was going to stumble through attempting to find a comfortable life with just her own logic to help, again.