The Damned Demon

Chapter 4 Who, Where, What Am I?

Cedric didn't know what to think and immediately checked his stats to make sure,

Name : Asher Enren

Race : Night Elf

Gender : Male

Level : 1

Rating : 0

Life Crystals : 0

HP : 95 / 95

MP : 0/0

STR : 18

DEF : 19

INT :20

DEX : 20

Passive Ability : [ Denizen of the Night - Total Darkness will be your ally, giving you the ability to see clearly and enhanced stats ]

Talents : [ Favored by the Night - When night falls, your HP and MP will increase by 5% || (0/5)]

Skills : -

"A night elf? What the…" Cedric's thoughts froze as he couldn't make sense of all this information but seeing the name, 'Asher', he felt it was too familiar, as if the name belonged to him. Before he realized it, he unconsciously considered himself to be Asher.

But before he could think of anything further, he could feel his eyes and tried opening them as he was welcomed by a blurry vision of a snowy land with the skies very cloudy and dark. It was snowing as well, and he could feel the snowflakes brushing past his body.

As his vision cleared up, he could see dark red liquid flowing over the snowy ground like a stream, and only when he got a clear grip of his mind did he recognize it as blood!

He turned his head straight in confusion, only to get startled by a man's voice, "Hey, this fella is still alive. Are you guys too blind to not check the dead? Some of these fuckers know how to play dead."

"How weird. I was sure I had killed everyone, especially the demon that looked weird. This is the first time I am seeing a demon with such a different appearance. I wouldn't forget killing such a strange demon. But who knew he was lucky to survive my blows. Too bad he is too weak to survive this time, hehe," A woman giggled as Asher heard her footsteps getting closer.

Asher was feeling disoriented while his ears were ringing. But he did hear what these two just said, and before he knew it, he saw a young woman's face looking down at him as she said, "Whoa, he is really alive. But what the hell? There is not a single wound on his body. How is this possible? Never mind, I will just cut through his chest nice and easy this time," Saying so, the woman raised her sword and brought it right down on Asher.

Asher didn't bother to think of anything, but his battle-honed reflexes surfaced as he quickly rolled to the side and kicked her in the stomach.

*Crack!*

[ 30 HP Damage Dealt ]

[ Critical damage bonus - 50 HP ]

"AHH!!" The woman cried in pain as she got knocked off her feet and fell onto the snowy ground. However, her facial expression was frozen in horror as her eyes became lifeless.

"You…You killed my girlfriend…!" A scrawny man wearing shoddy armor was shocked out of his wits, unable to believe what he just saw. How could someone die from just one kick?

"What the fuck? How did we miss this one? I will get him!" A young man with a bulky build shouted from behind as he charged toward this strange demon with his dagger pointed at him.

"Wait, no!" The scrawny man screamed as he clutched his head.

Asher casually turned around and saw this bulky man charging at him with both his arms extended and a dagger in his hand.

"How dumb…" Asher scoffed, seeing the amateur way this guy was rushing at him. He didn't even bat an eye as he caught the bulky man's hands and twisted his hands in such a way that the dagger was facing him.

"What?! No! You can't be this strong!" The bulky man panicked as he saw this demon making his dagger close in towards his own chest. But no matter how much strength he tried to use, the demon's hands weren't budging. All he could see was his cold look of contempt. No…it was as if he didn't even consider him a threat.

Asher simply pushed the dagger into the bulky man's chest and watched him fall to the ground with a shocked expression before bleeding to death.

"Ah! Don't hurt me!" The scrawny man was beyond horrified and began to run in the opposite direction. He accepted this Novice Level quest thinking that it was supposed to be a piece of cake but who knew a monster was hidden among these trash demons?

Asher saw the hunter band around the scrawny man's arm and felt vengeful as he threw the dagger in his hand right at his back.

*Sssptk!*

The dagger dug through the back of his neck and to the other side as the scrawny young man collapsed on the ground with blood flooding his mouth.

Asher was too distracted by what was going on to notice the bits of information popping up before his eyes.

[ Quest Completed ]

[ Rewards -> +4 Life Crystals/ +1 Talent Point ]

[ Rating Increased : 0 -> 15 ]

[ Next Level Up at Rating : 60 ]

Instead, he was looking around as he tried to make sense of things, especially the snowy environment. There was a small wooden building lying in shambles around him and two male demons lying dead on the ground, wearing some sort of armor.

He died in a mountain, but now he seemed to be in a totally different place. He thought he was still getting attacked by Hunters trying to kill him.

But he took a look at the two of them he had killed. They only had common-grade armor and weapons, which did not even deserve a glance from him.

"F ranked Hunters? No wonder…" Asher mumbled in a daze as he remembered how dumb the way they attacked him was.

He then slowly looked at his hands, only to be shocked by the pale gray color of his skin. It looked as pale as a corpse. Even his hands seemed a bit more elongated and larger than they should be.

He touched his face, his eyes, and his ears only to become even more bewildered. He had pointy ears, and his facial features didn't feel like how they should be. He had long, thick white hair that felt smooth to the touch and was dancing in the air. When did he have such long hair of such peculiar color? This was definitely not his face nor his body, obviously!

He surely wasn't 6 8" tall, and he definitely had more muscles even though he could see lean muscles on this(his) body. But the most shocking part was that he was not in his human body!

He remembered what he saw in his stats and mumbled inwardly, 'I became a Night Elf? What kind of race is that…'

He was once a Hunter slaying demons to protect humanity, and ironically he became a demon now who just killed three Hunters. Yet he felt as if it came to him naturally.

He deduced that somehow after his death, he transmigrated into the body of a demon of a strange race named night elf, no matter how absurd it seemed. This also meant that he was probably in the Demon Realm now. No wonder the air and the dark environment around him seemed strange yet familiar to him.

Was this a dream, or was he given a second chance to punish those who wronged him?

He didn't want to believe the former and thought that all this was happening for a reason.

He felt that the Demon King probably had something to do with all this…at least, that was what his gut was telling him.

He thought he would be disappointed that he lost all his powers, but no…it didn't matter if he was just a level 1 now. All he needed was another chance. He had started from nothing when he was a human. Surely he can do it again.

'This is my second chance…I have to set things right,' Flames of vengeance were slowly spreading in his mind as he thought about the cruel betrayal he faced, especially from the WHA, his own team, and ex-girlfriend.

'I will make you all pay…'