As things calm down and time passed I found myself made to stay at home for a week because my father wanted to make sure that I fully recovered after using up so much power. While I did the presence of the voice came back to me one night in my sleep. It said nothing and just seemed to be there in the back of my mind. I was content to let it be but my curiosity got the better of me and a part of my mind reached out to it and it reacted in response. 

   "What is it boy? Why do you call me," it questioned in a tone that seemed both surprised and annoyed. I didn't know how to respond considering that my body was sleep even though my mind was here with it. "Then speak boy. You just need to think and I will hear you," it responded to my confusion on how to answer. 

   It felt odd to have a conversation without seeing who I was talking to and in response to that it reshaped the dream I've had a body again, my old one in fact, back when I was Leonidas. However this body was of a younger me from my childhood. The dreamscape of in this blackness was reshaped into the cozy place by the fire. My only problem is that the fire that we were by was actually familiar to me and in fact the entire room was. It was from my childhood home and the exact way the room looked was specific to a night in the winter when my mother decided to spend the money for the electricity bill on booze instead of running lights. She told me that if I didn't like the cold to just throw whatever I didn't want of mine into the fireplace and let it burn.

   "A harsh memory. One of many from that life under the oppressive thumb of that worthless trash of a woman. How often did she make it clear that she did not care about whether or not we survived," speaking these words I looked back and saw a copy of myself but slightly different. He was 50 year old me but he also had a crown over his head of nine glowing red eyes similar to the symbol on my tail feathers his eyes were glowing red as well.

   I look at it confused and wondering why it took my form and why it was speaking as if it and I were one in the same. It immediately replied to that thought surfacing in my head, "Because we are. I am you and you are me. You are just a byproduct of my consciousness fracturing due to my crumbling mental state when I chose to reincarnate. You ended up however be coming the dominant one in our body and mind. I tried calling out to you getting your attention but the older that you got in that life the less you could hear me and the more you draw me out as a figment of your imagination until you couldn't hear me at all. A shame because you would have known so much had you actually listened to me." 

   I retorted in confusion, "What the hell are you even talking about? You're speaking nonsense."

   It lashed out an annoyance at me, "I speak nonsense. Who do you think pulled you from the void? Who's power do you think you're actually using? I did I called you from that stupid waiting line and reincarnated as a second I'm hoping to fix our condition but it appears that you are too well defined to simply try and reset like some piece of tech. But at least with this new body it can actually handle my power without killing us both. Who do you think put it in your head in the last life to actually make you want to improve your body in the first place because it certainly wasn't you? Nevertheless now that we have a body that can handle me and I have found a way to make you hear me; I have a chance to regain myself fully."

   I shouted, "I don't believe you, so what do you really want ?" He shouted back even more ferocious filled with anger and hate, "I want what was denied me! What was taken from me! And I am more than willing to murder, rape, pillage, and destroy everything in my way that chooses to keep me from what was never theirs to take! I don't care about anything else other than what it is I am searching for! Any fool that gets in my way I shall make them watch as I dominate their entire family bloodline in front of them and then slaughter everyone before putting them out of their misery! What I want I will have or there will be hell to pay!"

   I didn't want to hear this anymore. I didn't want to be here anymore. All of this reminded me of a past that only brought me pain. I put my hands over my ears and close my eyes wanting to be away from whatever this thing was because I certainly didn't want to believe that it and I were the same. As it seemed to move in closer to me almost to try and maybe attack me; I felt a hand on my shoulder shaking me. When I opened my eyes ready to fight, I saw my father waking me up with a worried expression on his face.

   He comforted me and told me, "Hey now everything is okay. It's just a dream...... No monster is going to hurt you I promise." Knowing him I bet he thought that I was having a nightmare about the creature when it tried to attack us the school. I doubt he knows anything about what I actually saw in my dream.

   Considering how late it is he probably came in to check on me and see if I was okay and noticed I might have been having a nightmare. Even though he puts up a tough act and has a usual smile covering up all of his worries. I can tell that he is afraid for me and he's most likely worried that I might have been traumatized by what happened at the school even though that barely even registered to me after the fact. In that moment though I won't deny I was scared but since then I've been fine about what happened.

   He stays up with me for a little bit and tries to make sure that I'm okay. He watches over me when I start to drift back off to sleep. No more on dreams that night or any of the following nights. 

   When I finally was allowed to go back to school, my first day back was a pretty nice one as my entire class seem to be overjoyed that I was finally allowed to join them again. All of my fellow classmates wrote me thank you notes just to show that they had been practicing what me and Ms. Fuku have been teaching them to show that they hadn't been slacking while I was away. Ms. Fuku was very happy to see me return as well and she seemed very different when it came to how she looked at me as opposed to how she used to. Before I could tell she was always slightly worried about me because of what I was. Now she looks genuinely happy to see me. I guess she must have changed how she views me based off of how I was willing to put myself in harm's way to keep everyone safe.

   Nevertheless the rest of that year was pretty normal actually so was the next decade even. As by the time I was 60 thanks to all of the free time I had to study I picked up about 4 more spells along the way in between helping to get my classmates to learn how to read and write. But not much happened for a while outside of small little things here and there that the entire town would gossip about. By the time things started to get interesting again I became 100 years old which was essentially 10 by the standards of my ancestry and considering how I looked in the mirror each morning I definitely looked like a ten-year-old now.

   I knew at any moment puberty would hit me and that's what I was worried about because of very thing that my parents had told me but my father suffers through. I had been prepared that by around this age puberty hits and with it the urges of the demon blood to commit great sinful acts would also start to become more prevalent in me. I had spent the last decade learning sword fighting from my father and my mother was more active in teaching me magic now. They said they wanted to try and help make sure that I was disciplined enough to have the self-control to maintain myself when the urges come and to know when to let them take control in a way that was healthy without me succumbing to the madness. I won't complain though the way of the blade seemed to come naturally to me and when I finally got to hold the real katana as part of my training it almost felt right like there was something about it that felt like a genuine connection I hadn't realized before. And mother did not let up on my magical education as by this age new a total of 20 spells almost all from the school of Elemancy with a few exceptions for convenience.

   Then one morning I awoke with this overwhelming feeling very similar to how I felt the last time I heard from The Voice and the emotions that it gave off and the things I did said it would do to people. I now felt an urge to do all of those things myself and this urge was like a million screaming voices in my head and all of them were my voice telling me to do every suggestion they threw out. Flashes went through my mind of many of the things that this overwhelming feeling was trying to compel me to do. Setting fire to the town, raping and molesting everyone I know and love, murdering everyone body that calls this place home, subjugating and dominating a person so fully that they become nothing more than a toy for me, and so much more. If this is what my father and his kind go through no wonder this country is like this and why some of these things are legal to an extent. If this is what the demon blood does two people no wonder they eventually go mad just to satisfy it just to make it all stop.

   But then I felt something push back against it. Almost like it was turning down the volume of the voice is making it harder for me to hear them even though they were still there. Whatever it was made what sounded like a raging chorus of madness compelling me to do many great terrible things sound more like distant mumblings. I felt like as time will go on those voices will get louder again but whatever this is is making it home much more tolerable for me to handle.

   I could not go back to sleep after that so I got up and prepare for my day early. As I stood in the shower letting the mostly hot water run down on me, my mind got to thinking of what might have actually numb the voices. Then it occurred to me that it's probably the fact that a part of me is an Angel as well and that my mother's people do not suffer from what my father's people do. Maybe that Angel's blood is helping me to resist the demonic urges better than the rest of my father's kind even though it cannot fully stop them and will most likely start to overwhelm you again at some point.

   For now I will just try and make do with what I can. I need it to distract myself anyway so after I finished my morning shower and got dressed I went to prepare breakfast hour ahead of the usual time mother starts doing so. Luckily I remember my skills from my past life when it came to being able to feed myself and making sure that it tasted good. I make the usual breakfast that our family is accustomed to at this point. I guess I must have been doing it very good because my parents woke up to come and check where the smell was coming from only to see me almost done cooking breakfast.