Sun God's Chronicles

I reincarnated. After dying for the first time, I found myself in the body of a newborn baby. I was confused at first but I was able to accept it quite easily and lived that life to its fullest. That is until the day I died. And, once again just like the first time, I reincarnated in the body of another baby. With different parents and different teachings, I lived that life like it was my first. And then I died, and everything happened all over again. Throughout many reincarnations, I lived different in ages, doing different things, being different people and, the most important, learning something new every life. But all of these lives had the same fate, the same ending, the same climax. Death. But that wasn't the end of my journey. After death comes: reincarnation. That is something I'm good at even though I don't know how I do it. In the soul realm, the majestic place where souls wander until they are cleansed, I wander.

"(Back at the soul realm, where am I going to be reborn this time?)"

Looking at my hands, I can't help but smile. And despite living so many lives, I still don't know why I can recall the memories of all my lives.

"(The more I died, the more freedom I'd have as a soul. At first I couldn't even move but now I can cross the dimensions with ease.)"

Aimlessly floating in the soul realm, I wait to be called. When it happens, I feel a powerful void sucking me in a certain direction. Despite its intensity, it's something I can easily resist, mainly because my soul grew much stronger after each reincarnation. But that is not something I want to, after all, if there is no soul the baby dies still in the womb. And it's pointless as even if I resist I will be draw to another baby's body. Allowing it to drag me, I traverse through the countless planes separating me from my destination and exit the soul realm, arriving inside the belly of a woman. Instantly, the warmth of the amniotic fluid surrounding me inside the womb is the first thing I feel.

"(Inside the womb once again.)"

Time pass without any change, I stay in the womb for days, weeks and months just silently waiting the moment I'll be born. But all this time didn't go to waste, instead I began to train my body using my life force from the first day. Following my training method, I would create small fissures in my bones and rupture muscle tissue and nerves with great energy control and then use it to heal my body with absolute efficiency and effectiveness. Like that, my body and life force grew stronger each time. I usually do it while fighting strong opponents as the injuries would heal and I would grow stronger during the fight but doing it like this proved to be the best way to start. It's very effective and because of that my body developed a bit too much. With just a couple of months I'm already as big as a 9 month baby and probably stronger than a full-grown man, my life force has also grown exponentially because of its constant stimulation.

"(This is simply the best. No matter how many times I do it, it always amaze me.)"

While I spent all my time training, however, I can't deny I grew curious to who were going to be my parents but that didn't matter, after all, I wasn't going to act as a child and quietly grow up. Though I already know I won't have a father. Despite being occupied with training all time, through mother's belly I get to hear and feel lots of thing every day and, due to that, I collected some information like my name in this world, Sikklain, the strange language people spoke was something I've never heard before but could learn without much problem, and the reason I'm fatherless, is because mother is a whore, a slut who sells her body in a brothel.

"(Few crazy guys would make a whore their woman. I wouldn't mind, though. As long as she was only mine that is.)"

With that in mind, and with a couple more pieces of information I gathered about royalty, adventurers, knights, monsters and other matters, I deduced I was in a fantasy medieval setting. As they days passed, mother talked to me while calling my name as any loving mother would and from the love I felt from her I deduced that mother really wanted to get pregnant and have a child. It wasn't an unexpected pregnancy. Though, as mother serviced her customers doing just as her job demanded of her I got to hear mother's fake moans and the guys grunts while everything in the womb shook from the thrusts. It was entertaining at first but it got annoying pretty fast. Although, everytime I got to hear it, it always made me pity mother. She had to fake her moans many times a day, after all, absolutely no one had the skill or the size necessary to bring out her true womanly cries of joy and pleasure.

"(Should I do that after I grow up? Maybe she would want to teach her son how to fuck? That'd not be the first time but it certainly would be interesting.)"

However, as I recall everything that happened, something I got used to after living so many lives, things outside get hectic. I even hear screams, not some loud fake moans but fucking death screams. My nerves aren't fully developed so I can't access True World and detect my surroundings, though I feel many life forces coming after mother.

"(Now, now. What's happening?)"

Everything starts to shake as I hear mother's loud breathing and feel her heart beating faster and faster. From how I can feel her fear, I conclude she is running away from someone. After a violent shake, everything suddenly stops. I feel mother's breathing cease completely, her heartbeats grow weaker and her blood circulate slower. Her life force also slowly leaves her body.

"(Shit. She's dead. It's a pity. I wanted to meet you and make you happy, or happier at least. Since that didn't happen, alp I can do is wish you a happy next life, mother.)"

Reinforcing my hand with life force, I slice my umbilical cord right at my navel and heal the wound before pointing my hand forward and bursting mother's belly open.

"(It's no use staying in here, instead I'll look for a good place myself. Need time to grow and peace to train and get stronger.)"

Lifting my small body in the air, I exit mother's corpse and float about a meter off the ground. As I do, I see dozens of people, they look like villagers. They have knives, torches, pitchforks and other makeshift weapons. One of them points at me.

Male Villager: "There it is! The Demon Lord's spawn! Kill it before it kills us!"

After the man's scream, many others scream out and I feel their dread. Then they begin to throw whatever they are holding at me.

"(I have to admit, if I were a normal person and saw a baby bursting out from their mother's belly, Alien-style, I'd go crazy too. I can't blame them for that. But they made a serious mistake, I was just going to fly out of here but they had to attack me, didn't they?)"

Lifting my hand, I stop any makeshift weapon and objects that were coming in my way in the middle of the air. I turn my hand and as I do, the objects turn around and face them. Life force rules everything, basically any type of energy is refined and derived from it so it is the most basic fuel for all other forces, the raw form of all kinds of energy. Those who control it can do anything as long as they don't completely exhaust it because that means death.

"(Fucking die.)"

Infusing my life force in the objects to reinforce them each one of the objects glows in magenta as I push my hand and launch everything at them with many times the power. Limbs, flesh pieces and blood flies everywhere as in an instant many die in horrible ways, leaving just very few alive.

"(Now they can spread the word.)"

They look at their surroundings and then at me with a horrified expression on their faces.

Female Villager: "T-The Demon Lord h-himself."

I nod and point my hand behind them, gesturing them to leave.

"(Spread that I have been born into this world. I can't wait to kill all the heroes who will try to take me down.)"

But while I look at them, something makes me I turn to stare at the woods. And when I do, I see a very young woman, that clearly isn't a human, appear out of nowhere. Under the moonlight I get to see her features. She is slim, deathly pale and otherwordly beautiful. Her pale lips are round and full. Her wavy hair is unusually voluminous and long, seemingly extending for many meters behind her. Being as dark as the night itself, it calmly floats in the air as if she is submerged in water. With long eyelashes and thin brows, her eyes doesn't have pupils but her white irises glow intensely. However, as I stare at her, I realize that SHE is in fact a HE. His traits are so feminine and his body lacks any male characteristics, being so androgynous and frail, that he doesn't look like a male at all, however, the cute small soft dick and the pair of smooth pale balls are great reasons to point out his sex.

"(Should I kill him too? He looks like a fun fight.)"

From him, I feel massive amounts of energy and coldness in his body, with most of this energy being concentrated in his chest, together of an unsettling and uncomfortable atmosphere that follows him, and that makes me realize he is much similar to a ghost than a living being. An unusually strong one at that. He looks at the corpses with pure sadness in his gaze.

Young Ghost: "Why are you all like this? Why must you be cruel and evil? Why such heartlessness and violence instead of kindness and compassion? Such sad existence."

His mouth then glows brightly, just like his eyes.

Young Ghost: "Begone. Take your savage and pitiful nature away from my forest. To never return."

His voice is extremely sweet and addicting to hear. It is just like hearing the captivating songs of the sirens. It makes me want to just as he said but with my mental fortitude I easily resist the feeling. The ones that remain, however, don't have the same fate. They look at him and in the next second their eyes are completely white. They stop what they are doing and stand up before mindlessly walking in a direction, probably out of the forest, dragging their feet as they do.

"(He is controlling them with his voice alone. Such powerful influence. But those words are quite annoying. He is compassionate.)"

The extraordinarily beautiful boy approaches me, the way he walks is extremely graceful and his steps are light as if he is walking on water. He crouches down and stares at me, a breathtaking smile appears on his face.

Young Ghost: "Was it you who did all this, little one? Such intense life force. I can feel it, it's incredible, unlikely anything I've seen. But even if you are this strong, you shan't take lives so thoughtlessly. Life is a gift only the living can enjoy. But you are not to blame. You, a poor young one, had to take so many lives just to survive. Look at what they made you do. But don't worry, I won't let you perish."

But then I see him frown.

Young Ghost: "Huh? What? Little one, I... can see it. You don't belong to this world. Your life force... is... too old. Hundreds, thousands, no... Dozens of thousands of years old."

I can't help but widen my eyes out of surprise. Many had found out I was a reincarnator but none could tell my age so precisely.

"(He's... different. Maybe I should let him live. Just for now.)"

Looking at his face, just a few centimeters away from me, I extend my little arms and touch his nose with my chubby fingers.

""

As soon as I do, I get to see another beautiful smile on his face as he lifts his hand and gently press on my nose with his finger.

Young Ghost: "."

It's a small gesture but with it he convinced me to let him live.

""

The expression on his face then turns serious. He averts his eyes and seems to think. After a couple of seconds, he turns to me, extends his hands and, while seemingly reluctant as if fighting with himself, he places both hands on each side of my body. I feel his extremely cold body temperature as he holds me very gently. I extend my hands, opening and closing them in his direction. His very serious expression, that I can't help but find it really cute, crumbles and a very warm, affectionate smile takes place.

Young Ghost: "You have lived so many lives. And died time and time again. You must be so exhausted. But, oh, I beg your forgiveness for what I'm about to ask of you. Please, live another life. Please, life with me."

Smiling, I nod with my head and once again I get to see the most beautiful smile.

Young Ghost: "Oh, thank you."

He brings me closer and wraps his arms around me, gently pulling me against his naked chest. He looks around and I see him stare at the woman. His face becomes hard to read but I detect a mix of sadness, regret and relief.

Young Ghost: "Your mother has perished. Your father is nowhere to be seen. You are all alone, little one. So, may I ask of you, can this one be both your father and your mother just as you will be my son and child?"

Extending my hands, I touch both his cheeks. His skin is smoother and his body is softer than anything I've ever touched. He smells like flowers and grass.

" (This life's starting off good. Really good.)"

He hugs me very dearly and kisses my head with his cold lips.

Young Ghost: "Thank you, thank you so much for accepting me as your kin, little one. I and this forest, and all the entities that live in in, will do everything we can to aid in your growth, my child. Everything. You will grow as my son and child, and the forest's and the river's nephew."

Resting my head against his cold chest, I can't help but try to predict my future and what will happen in it. This makes me smile in anticipation.

"(Looks like it'll be fun.)"