Chapter 1 Prologue I’m going to start blogging!
April 4th, the 14th year of rebirth, is overcast.
Or -
The third day of time travel.
This is a dark house. The entire room is made of old wooden boards. There are gaps of various sizes between the walls. There are cobwebs and dust everywhere. Obviously, this is a house. An abandoned residence, a broken house in the wild, and a doghouse that couldn't even provide shelter from the wind and rain.
But he can only rest here tonight.
“My name is Nohir Temariti. I am a reborn and time-traveler. It is no longer important what my original name was. Today is the first time I write a diary to remember me. "
The sky outside is dark and cloudy, and a man who looks like a devil is sitting on an equally worn-out chair. Even if he shakes the chair slightly, he will be disturbed. With a squeaking sound, the huge flesh wings hung feebly on the sides for support, and a giant ax made of fine steel leaned against the wall next to it.
His arms were leaning on the table and shaking from time to time. The natural reaction of his body showed that his heart was not calm, but there was no way. The experiences in the past few days were too exciting for him. Compared with his life, it can be said that it has been turned upside down, and he has not recovered yet.
The fear in his heart was still growing, but Nohir still suppressed his fear and wrote the recent news with the old quill pen found in this broken house and the broken leather notebook also found together. encounter.
The room was very dark, but thanks to his eyes that emitted yellow light in the darkness, this dimness was like daylight in his eyes. Even without light, it did not affect his writing.
However, the handwriting looked crooked due to physical reasons, but there was nothing he could do about it. His body structure was completely different from before, and fear made his hands tremble unnaturally.
And what happened to Nohir?
Although it may sound like arrogant nonsense, in fact, he just escaped from hell.
Really flew out of hell with his wings, and flew away from the devil's pit. He only killed three little devils who blocked the road along the way, and did not attract other powerful devils. I was lucky enough to escape from that place without paying attention.
Afterwards, he did not choose to join other refugees who had a chance to escape before the entire city fell. Instead, he fled wildly along the Jonsa River for two days until he came to this forest, also known as the Tooth Forest. place.
He found this dilapidated hunter's cabin to rest on the outskirts of the forest. Until now, he had almost no strength left.
Nohir dipped his pen and ink into his hands, lightly tapped on the paper and began to write.
“I use the native dialect of my original world. Although it may not be completely confidential even if I use a brand new language in this world, it doesn’t matter. I just want to write down my experience. Let me keep myself to a certain extent. These words are only for myself. "
Writing here, Nohill suddenly stopped, moved his fingers with weird structure, and supported his arm. Then continue writing.
"In my original world, I was just an ordinary college graduate, a completely ordinary person..."
He paused and added another word after this sentence .
“Ordinary humans.”
At least it once was.
Nohir looked at his hands again. Sharp claws were spread out in front of him. Each claw was longer than the joint of a finger. There were also pale horns on his head. The sharp ears, gray hair, the huge wings behind him, and a sharp spear-like tail, all of these characteristics indicate that he was reborn and traveled through time to become a unique race in this world.
"And now, I am a tiefling, a bloodline of devil."
Tiefling, a sad race, a race that should not exist, their birth can be called a tragedy and malice aggregation.
In the world view of the world of Toril, creatures from the lower planes are the common enemy of all life, but the ancestors of every tiefling are pure human beings. No one knew what happened. Suddenly there were a group of children infected with devil blood in the world, but these children had no place to stay in this world because of their hell blood.
They are not welcome in any gathering place of humans and humanoid creatures. Only some cultists, careerists, and crazy mages will capture and sell them for various reasons. Or study them.
The birth of this race is not their fault. No one wants to bear the malice of everyone in the world, especially this kind of unprovoked malice. They were once humans, and they also hated evil spirits, but now they are forced to become evil spirits. ...even if they are not.
Their birth involves a conspiracy. The reason for the birth of all tieflings comes from the devil kings in Baator Hell, and the mastermind is the devil king who attempts to become a god. , Lord of the Nine Hells, Asmodeus.
He attempted to create a brand new race and become the racial god of the Tieflings. He attempted to become a god in one fell swoop.
The subsequent history is unclear, but fortunately He failed. It is a blessing that these innocent humans did not continue to fall.
And even more fortunately, this failed plan also allowed the tieflings to completely get rid of the influence of their direct bloodline masters. Now even Asmodeus or other devil kings who created them There is no way to control them.
The impact of this major event is very far-reaching. The most direct impact is that when Asmodeus attempted to become a god, his divine power leaked out, which directly caused most of the tieflings walking in the mortal world to be infected by this. The bloodline of the Lord of Nine Hells.
Even if he was not of the blood of Asmodeus before.
Tieflings are not born evil. Although their bloodline from hell does have a certain influence on them, this influence is minimal. They are different from devils.
The direct descendants of real devils and mortals have a special racial classification. They are called demons, also called Cambions.
The tieflings are not the direct bloodline of the devil. Their birth is the product of the indirect influence of the devil kings. The descendants of this race are also the result of natural breeding among tieflings. Without the subsequent interference of the devil, it can be regarded as an independent race, at least most of them.
"Except me."
"A variant tiefling with a high concentration of devil blood. The direct blood source is Zariel, the grand duke and great devil who rules the first level of the nine hells. Moreover, I have undergone a benign mutation, and I was born with wings that only descendants of devils can have. My physical attributes are much higher than those of ordinary tieflings, even close to Cambion."
After thinking about it, he added another sentence.
"And he is very handsome. Well, according to the aesthetics of the previous life, after all, strictly speaking, I made this face myself."
Oh, this is probably the only one worth it. A happy place.
The devil's natural ability makes everyone in this race a handsome man and beautiful woman. Although most tieflings have red skin color, the different sources of devil blood will lead to tieflings of various skin colors.
The most common ones are deep red, deep purple and deep yellow.
Fortunately, his skin color is not much different from the skin color in his previous life, and is even a little whiter. He has not turned into a red man or any other weird thing.
“And 14 years after I was reborn in this world, I finally succeeded in becoming a professional, and on that day I completely awakened my past memories.”
“But the change happened too quickly. On that day, to be precise, just three days ago, the race in my current body was once again involved in a conspiracy about the devil. The entire city was pulled into hell by eight giant abyss locks. Unfortunately, I was affected, but luckily escaped. ”
"As for why it became like this..."
His thoughts suddenly returned to that afternoon.
(End of this chapter)