– Hearing Voices, Shaping Ambitions
Time made no sense in that viscous cocoon.
There was no day, no night. Only pulses, vibrations, and a cadence that, little by little, I began to recognize as heartbeats. My heart. Someone else's heart. And, every now and then, something else: voices.
At first, they were muffled, as if coming from behind a wall of water. Formless sounds. But with patience—and a lot of focus—I learned to differentiate intonations, pauses, even hidden emotions.
One voice was firm, deep, but almost always thick with weariness.
The other was soft, warmer, and full of concern.
—"…the matrices don't align without resonance calculations… Ajuka was right about that…"
The first voice.
Cold. Logical. Always busy.
—"…you need to rest… you already work too much… you can't forget about our child…"
The second.
Warm. Affectionate. Always returning to myself.
My body was still small, but my mind was not.
Listening became my pastime.
And listening brought me revelations.
At first, I had no idea what those stray words meant. But there was a name. A name repeated so many times that, even muffled, it began to echo clearly in my mind.
—"…Ajuka's system…"
—"…Ajuka's calculation is perfect…"
—"…if only I could show Ajuka…"
That name.
Ajuka.
My heart raced.
It wasn't just any name.
It wasn't unfamiliar to me.
From the memory of my past life, a snap.
Ajuka Beelzebub.
One of the four Maou.
The genius creator of the Evil Pieces.
One of the pillars of the High School DxD universe.
The discovery struck me like a thunderbolt.
If that name was mentioned so frequently, in tones of devotion and respect, then there was only one plausible explanation:
I was in the DxD universe.
My mind was racing.
If I was in DxD, what was I?
I could be human.
But humans wouldn't hear so much mention of Ajuka in private conversations.
And the constant heat that enveloped me, the dense liquid, and the pulsations weren't signs of ordinary human life.
Could I be a fallen angel?
Possible. But unlikely. Fallen weren't associated with Ajuka.
Dragon?
Yokai?
Spiritual being?
All options I considered.
But the more I listened, the more the answer seemed inevitable: I was a demon.
A shiver ran through my still-incomplete body.
In my past life, how many times had I dreamed of this?
How many times had I thought, "What if I could be born in DxD?"
Now it was reality.
I was here.
I had a new chance.
What would I do with this chance?
Be just another player in the underworld, living under the rules of the great clans?
Kneel before Ajuka, Sirzechs, Serafall, Falbium?
No.
That didn't suit me.
In my past life, I always hated being a piece on someone else's board.
Now I had the chance to become the player.
"If Ajuka created the piece system, why couldn't I create something even greater?"
My father seemed obsessed with working for him.
But I didn't want to be anyone's servant.
I wanted to be a creator, someone capable of shaping their own laws in the world.
Ambition began as a spark.
And soon became a flame.
Of course, I didn't have the means yet.
I was just a fetus, a consciousness trapped in a developing body.
But my mind was already working.
What if I could create a way to optimize the parts system?
Not recreate it—that would be impossible because of Maou politics and authority. But improve it.
What if I could use less energy to reincarnate a being?
What if there were an environment, a room, that channeled energy into the process, reducing the need for multiple parts?
None of this was more than a sketch in my mind.
Theories. Concepts.
But I knew: every invention begins as a crazy idea.
And I was full of them. As time passed and I experimented with small energy manipulations within myself, a certainty took hold:
I was not born to be a servant.
I was not born to inherit a decadent clan and conform.
I was born to create something new.
Ajuka saved my father in the war, according to fragments of conversation.
And for that, my father revered him.
But not me.
Ajuka did what he did because he could.
I would do what I will do because I want to.
And when the time came to build my own nobility, it would not be a copy.
It would be unique.
Beautiful. Strong. Unstoppable.
"I will shape my own rules. And for that, I need power. It all begins here, with me, still in this cocoon."
And so, in that dark, viscous space, not only a body was born, but an ambition that would grow alongside it.