I started to feel light-headed, as if a sudden wave of dizziness had swept over me. The edges of my vision grew blurry, and everything around me began to lose focus.
The last clear image I had was of a shadowy figure appearing nearby, a silhouette that I couldn't quite make out. The air was filled with an unusual scent, something faintly like ozone mixed with the scent of aged paper.
As my senses began to recover, I became aware that someone was carrying me. The grip was firm but gentle, and it was evident that the person was incredibly powerful.
I had the sensation of flying, with the wind brushing against my skin and the ground far below me. At first, all I could see were indistinct shapes and muted colors, but gradually, I began to make out the form of the person carrying me.
It looked like a creature from myth, with wings and horns. The wings were made of a dark, leathery material, and the horns curved upwards from its head. The idea that this could be a demon was ludicrous – demons were just stories, right? But the evidence was there, right before my eyes.
Anyways, It is a different world.
Before I could fully process what was happening, the world grew hazy again, and my heart raced with fear. The demon spoke in a language I didn't understand, the words resonating through me.
It was almost like an incantation. Then, a strange feeling washed over my body, and my limbs grew heavy and unresponsive. It was as if I had been temporarily paralyzed.
When I managed to open my eyes again, I found myself in a dimly lit room with a soft, comfortable surface beneath me.
The space was filled with an assortment of oddities, like crystals, peculiar bones, and intricate clockwork devices that didn't appear to tell time. There was a peculiar mix of modern and arcane elements.
I sat up with effort and found myself on a velvet sofa. The room was quiet, with a faint scent of old books and cinnamon in the air. Across from me was another sofa, and between them, a low wooden table.
The walls were adorned with bookshelves packed with leather-bound volumes, and glass cases held an array of curious artifacts.
A knock at the door startled me. "Mister Adonis? May I enter?" The voice was calm and polite. It was definitely the creature that had brought me here.
The door swung open, and the demon stepped into the room. He looked like something out of a storybook, with his dark horns and wings. But his attire was surprisingly human – a well-tailored suit that clashed with his otherworldly features.
"Who are you?" I asked, trying to keep the tremor of fear out of my voice. It was a reasonable question given the circumstances.
"I am Leviathan," he said, as if it should mean something to me. He gestured to the empty sofa. "Please remain seated. I will take the one opposite you."
Leviathan spoke as if he knew me, which was impossible. But then again, he had just shown me something beyond my understanding of reality. "I know much about you, Adonis," he said casually, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.
"I'm a professor at RRV," I replied, keeping it short and sweet.
He gave a knowing smile. "Ah, yes, here you are a professor. But what about the world you left behind?" His gaze was unwavering, and I felt a flicker of unease. Was he referring to Earth, the planet of my birth? How could he know?
Before I could ask, he interrupted himself. "Excuse me, I need to communicate with Quirk for a moment."
He leaned back into the sofa, his eyes glazing over as if he were listening to an in telepathic conversation. Meanwhile, a side door opened, and a woman in a grey uniform entered, setting down a tray of cookies and tea. She served us in silence before leaving just as quietly.
The smell of Earl Grey wafted up, and I couldn't help but be surprised to find such a familiar scent in this bizarre place.
The cookie I tasted was excellent, buttery with a hint of vanilla. It was a small comfort in a situation that was increasingly surreal.
Leviathan's focus returned to me, and he said something that shook me to the core.
"You are reincarnated, Adonis. And I am the one who made it happen. To put it simply, you are my son."
My mind reeled at the revelation. Me, the son of a demon? It was too much to take in. The room seemed to spin, and I could barely breathe.
He held up a hand to silence me, as if anticipating my shock.
"There is no need for you to say anything more,"
he assured me, his tone serious.
"You don't have to explain or justify. The truth is already known to me. Your life on Earth, your death, and your rebirth here – it's all part of a my plan [Note: Bro is Aizen himself]
The weight of his words was almost too much to bear. This creature, this demon, claimed to be my father? It was a revelation that turned my world upside down, leaving me with more questions than answers.