"Reign," a sweet voice called out, pulling him from his thoughts.

    He blinked, slowly opening his eyes. The soft glow of the room greeted him, and above, the white ceiling was adorned with intricate paintings of the sky.

    As he sat up from the bed, the source of the voice came into view—a girl with blonde hair that shimmered in the light, her red eyes showing her demonic origin. .

    "I told you before, Anna," he sighed. "Stop calling me Reign. My name is different now. It’s Ra. "

    "No, it’s not Ra. It’s Reign," she pouted her cheeks. "You were way cooler back then."

    He chuckled, running a hand through his white hair. "I’m not who I was before. I can’t go back."

    It all started two years ago after that light , he thought his demonic body would ascend pass the Demon God Status, but instead it got destroyed and he found himself back in his Angel’s body.

    At first, he thought it wasn’t a big deal. After all, he still had his meta-human body.

    But his confidence quickly turned to shock when he discovered that his system—the one that had guided him, shaped him, and fueled his every action—had vanished completely.

    Along with it, all the rage, darkness, and evil that had once consumed his soul slowly faded away.

    Without it, he felt... lighter. Free, even. It was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, one he hadn’t even realized was there.

    He wasn’t inherently evil—at least, that’s what he told himself.

    The system had been the driving force behind all his actions, the one that had shaped his path, warped his intentions, and twisted his sense of right and wrong.

    That was the version of events he clung to—the idea that the evil version of himself was nothing more than an illusion.

    This was also why he abandoned the name Reign. To him, his old self was a reminder of the evil he once embodied.

    "Reign," she called out again, this time softer, almost as if she could sense the turmoil inside him.

    He turned to her, his golden eyes filled with guilt.

    Without a word, he pulled her into a hug. The embrace was tight, as though he was trying to hold on to something precious, something he had almost lost.

    He couldn’t believe how he had treated her before.

    "I have to work now, so behave yourself, okay?" he leaned in and kissed Anna’s forehead.

    "I’ll miss you," she sighed, raising her arms for another hug.

    TAP!

    He flicked his forehead in a playful manner

    "Ouch!" she pretended to be hurt, thrashing on the bed. "Now you have to take care of me!"

    "Don’t be silly. I’ll be back in a couple of hours." He turned around and walked out.

    When the door closed behind him, his demeanor shifted to a more serious one.

    He already had an idea of the reason for the emergency meeting.

    The war between the devils and angels had made the east relatively safe, as both sides were too busy in the west.

    This made this place an ideal place to live, especially since the world had started healing and most of the environment had recovered.

    However, this peace wouldn’t last long.

    Just a week ago, he had heard concerning news—Lilith, Lucifer, and Satan, who had been missing for the past two years, were rumored to have shown themselves in the capital city of the devils, Pandemonium.

    ’The balance of power is tilting. I need to complete the portal, so we can escape,’ he muttered to himself, his thoughts drifting back to his old world.

    ’Earth,’ he repeated, and suddenly a sharp pain shot through his brain.

    Images flashed before his eyes—a dark space, and a blue planet exploding to pieces.

    ’This vision again...’ he trailed off, trying to compose himself as he leaned against the wall.

    This wasn’t the first time he had experienced such an episode.

    Just as he thought the pain had passed, another wave of agony struck. His head throbbed, and a new image flashed before his eyes—a red planet.

    ’Am I losing my mind already?’ he sighed heavily, struggling to make sense of the visions.