The Story of Amaines Rebirth

Some centuries ago...


A bright red flame tears open the skies above the Demon Realm, the Land of Corpses, the recent site of a battlefield between the warring, now dead, lords of the Realm. Bodies lay where they fell, unrotting given how demons do not rot like mortals. Their corpses frozen in various expressions, fetid and festering demons giving the illusion of rot. The flame spreads its wings, appearing like a dragon, before the flames dissipate... a young, feminine looking woman falls into the piles of corpses. Long red hair... pale flesh, and large horns adorn her skull. She has a deep gash across her stomach, where the bastard had cut out of her belly before she had been slain. Her eyes slowly winks open, gold and large eyes blinking and blurry... looking out to the unfamiliar environment. "Where the fuck...?" She gasped, her voice... cute? It didn't sound deep nor wise like it had; it lacked its power. She cringes, lifting her new, naked body weakly off the 'ground'; her new fingers slipping across the face of a long dead demon as she steps on the backs of others lifting herself. Blood gushed from her stomach wound, her hand running across her tight tummy, her eyes glancing down at her mortal like form. "What... what is this?" She gasped, her voice sounding alien to her, her eyes widening as she pulled back her hand and glanced over the blood which covered her palm. She looked around desperately for something familiar to her wisened mind, but she couldn't recall any of this environment. Who were the creatures under her feet? Why was she in a mortal body? Why wasn't she a crimson dragon anymore? Why was she bleeding still?!

So many questions...

So little answers... She was alone in an alien world, in an alien body... she was curious, looking for something, anything to look at that could reflect her image! She soon found a shiny, dented curaiss sticking from the land made up of bodies, and trudged her way over, holding her chest wound... the memory of the samurai who she ate cutting her open from inside... eventually applying the final blow to her skull. She shivered. Still... it didn't explain her new form or unfamiliar location. She stared into the plate armor.. its somewhat dusty surface blurred her image, but upon closer look... she saw a young human with a pair of moderately sized tits, a rather fit frame, and red tattoos in the shape of a dragon crawling up her left thigh and part of her right leg. She blinked. It blinked. Its yellow eyes were her own, the crimson hair a similar shade to her once proud scales, her fangs her teeth were there... and her horns. Her horns had altered shape slightly, becoming more... oni like.  

"Who's that little girl supposed to-..." She paused, realizing the image indeed was mimicking her movements. She gasped, stumbling back, her long crimson hair that fell to her mid calves swayed and parted with her pedaling legs. She opened her mouth and exhaled a torrent of flame that shot out like a cone across the metallic plating. She panted, half hunched over, her breasts hanging as she tried to catch her breath again. The curaiss was now a puddle of

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Flash forward to present time...

The teleportation process complete, Damien stepped from the portal as it faded behind him. "Alrighty Miss, I'm here to hel--" He paused in his tracks and his words as the foreign land popped into view around him. He looked around, confused, hanging on his word as his eyes then cast to the sky where several... eel things? Fauna he wasn't aware of flew over head! "-hell am I?! " He exclaimed, hand on the hilt of his rattling sheathed blade! He was pale, shivering with horror. How was it possible for him to teleport to a place he never been to, where the HELL was he?!