Nyxir panted heavily as he felt his body frozen in place, his gaze is still locked on the small faint dark sphere swirling at his chest slowly.
His brown eyes become darker as everything suddenly disappears plunging him into a dark abyss. He looked around rotating his eyeball which is the only part of his body that responded to him but could not see anything apart from the vast endless darkness that covered the place.
His breathing grew ragged as he forced his stiffened body to move but his body would not yield, it was as if his body no longer responded to him.
While he was still struggling, his vision slowly cleared up and he saw a vast expanse of land carpeted in a lush green grass with trees surrounding it from all sides. The sky was blue with sparse clouds scattered about and the golden rays of the sun brought a scorching heat on his body. He could feel the sun scorching him, the soft puffy grass beneath his feet, the breeze blowing slowly and birds chirping in the distance.
"Where am I ?" He mused as he felt his body move towards a cave located at the center of the clearing.
He tried to control his body but realized his body would not respond to him. He gave up and examined his surroundings.
"Where is this place?"
He watched helplessly as his body moved closer towards the cave and was crouched by the entrance peeping inside before patiently waiting as if expecting someone or something to come out of the cave.
The rough body of the cave smelled like earth and the grass growing from the cracks in its body swayed gently with the wind. He could hear rustling sounds coming from time to time.
He moved towards a shaded region by the entrance of the cave and sat there watching the cave entrance without moving.
"What am I doing here?" Nyxir was still perplexed by the development when he heard a heavy footstep behind him instinctively, he turned around to take a look and his body responded this time but he was met with a dull ache at the back of his head.
His body collapsed to the ground and a splitting ache ravaged his head as another dull thud hit his head again making a crack sound. He felt life ebbing from him like a cracked vessel and his body spasmed in pain. He stiffened all the muscles in his body instinctively to relieve the pain as thud rained on his head again and again. His mind blurred and he lost consciousness.
"Gasps" Nyxir jolted awake and saw palmfronds surrounding him, his body bare and a small bucket of clean water located by the corner of the rectangular bathroom.
"What the hell happened just now?"
"Was that the previous host?"
"It looked sooo real I thought I was going to die again"
He rambled on senselessly not minding if there was anyone that could be looking at him. Well no one will have the time to spy on him.
After calming down a little, he looked at his chest again bracing himself for whatever would come next.
"Hmmm? It's gone" he rubbed his hand on his chest looking for the small swirling mark that was no longer in sight.
"Was that how Nyxir died?"
"Wasn't he supposed to go the Slush?....what was he doing by the cave"
"He was really murdered but by whom?"
As Nyxir did not see the attacker's face, he was not able to recognize who could have been the one who murdered him, well the previous him.
Just as he was musing over the events that just happened, another question hit him making his eyeball widened into huge circles.
"Isn't this the ability of a devil, the power to review their killer after forcing a possession over another body?"
" Abyssal soul....that should be the manifestation of it on my chest previously"
"Isn't the previous host supposed to be an ordinary person, why did he have an abyssal soul."
The abyssal soul is the evolution of a devil's core after becoming a venerate, it is a mini domain in their soul which expands along with their growth and a powerful tool capable of pulling others' souls into it rendering them powerless against the devil.
A devil is nearly impossible to kill because of thier abyssal soul as they could escape into it with their soul which means destroying their body might not kill them. After which they can forcefully possess another person's body consuming their soul and pretending to be that person.
"But this is a mid sequence venerate's ability, and a powerful one as that."
"Why would a mid sequence devil's ability be found in a place like Warren"
Although this was his first time in this place, according to the previous host's memory Warren is a backward village containing very few people. It is not even under the jurisdiction of any city, how could he not be surprised to find out a mid sequence devil is lurking somewhere and has a connection with the previous host which now seems to be with him now?
This had been his assumption after he thought through it for some time.
"If Nyxir had been the mid sequence devil, he would have been able to sense someone trying to attack him unless it was intentional which is unlike devils."
"It could only mean he was nurtured by the devil granting him part of his ability... that would explain why I did not see any power in him as he is yet to awaken a divinity."
Nyxir stood rooted to the spot his mind wandering as he had completely forgotten about his bath still trying to figure out the mysteries surrounding him which seems to grow more complicated nearly drying his brain juice.
" But then he is still a devil, he could have sensed the ill intent at a close distance but I did not feel any warning until something hit my head"
" Could it be another devil's doing? "
" I definitely felt my head crack if not burst..... how did I recover from such a severe injury without any power?"
" All these do not make sense at all, they just left me more confused. " Nyxir's expression turned Ashen as he realized he might have entered into a deeper trouble with no way of saving himself.
"Am I supposed to be really happy or afraid that I reincarnated over? "
" Why must it be in this kind of situation? I should ask about the awakening ceremony as soon as I am done I need to grow stronger"
He fumbled with his ponytail before removing his pants and hung it beside his top.
" I did not even bring a towel with me" he hissed and took the small bowl, scooped water and poured it on his head."
He felt the refreshing water wash down his fatigue as a cool sensation traveled all over him making him sigh in relief. He had been battered all day. No, from his previous life to his current one and finally he had the chance to wash himself with cool water.
He enjoyed his bath scrubbing and rubbing as he poured water over his body to wash the dirt off his glistering white skin.
He reluctantly stopped his bath when the water finished, wore his pants and slung his top over his shoulder leaving his chest bare. He walked towards the dormitory clustered together and headed for the one at the far right corner following the memory of the previous host.
His feet brushed against the overgrown grass as he neared the dormitory and fumbled with the knob, he pushed the crooked door open and entered.
A small dimly lit room came into view, the room contained a small table by the wall with books piled up by the side, there were pieces of paper scattered all over the table and a small black book stood at the center, with a pen suspended from a stand embedded into the wall by a spring hanging above it. By the table stood a small old wooden chair painted brown, glistening with the small glow from the lamp embedded in the wall opposite the table. There was a mirror at the center of the table pinned to the wall and small iron pots, plates and cutlery stood by the corner of the room shrouded in darkness.
The small room strangely contains a small puffy bed which looked oddly out of place in this shabby room and by the head rest on the right is a shelf containing three drawers with a small lamp stood on it.
Nyxir looked out through the small window by the wall opposite the door at the slowly darkening sky and walked towards the small cupboard by the left side of the bed. The cupboard is a small one at nearly half the height of Nyxir who stood at 1.7 meters tall. It is brown and rough made out of sturdy wood with a faint flower pattern engraved on its double door. On top of the cupboard stood various miscellaneous objects clustered together in junks.
Nyxir opened the cupboard and rummaged through the neatly folded clothes before pulling out a loose white robe with blue flowery patterns interwoven on it. He changed into the robe and walked towards the table.
He sat down on the small chair and picked up the black notebook on the table, flipped it open glancing through the contents written inside.
"It is a diary" Nyxir mused and looked at the content in the diary, his eyebrow twitching as he read on.
' The day of the big market, I can't wait to meet her again and I tried so hard to ensure I am free to follow Mrs Marian to the market'
' She just sat there looking all beautiful like a fairy from a painting '
' she is like an immortal from another world gracing this world with her presence '
' if only I could have the honor of knowing her name '
"How pathetic, he doesn't even have the courage to ask her name" Nyxir shook his head and continued flipping through the black notebook.
"If he writes events in this diary, there must be the events of the items recorded and what happened that made him go into that cave in it"
Nyxir hurriedly flipped to the last entry but paused halfway, a huge chunk of the diary has been torn out and had been disguised like it was chewed by rats leaving bits and pieces of words scattered all over the tattered pages.
" It must have been done by someone for a reason unknown to me which makes me more confused and afraid... Damnit!"
His face turned ashen as he looked at the diary on the table with letters scattered messily on it.
"Why must everything be this difficult, every clue has been erased"
"Did the murderer did this cause the memory of destroying this diary did not surface in my head."
He lamented in frustration his brows creasing as he began devising a way to get himself out of the mess created by the previous host.
"Well, it is not his fault. Who knew he would have a tenant after leaving his body" nyxir lampooned his hand still flipping through the diary.
He paused as his gaze suddenly caught a tiny intact writting at the bottom left of the diary and his expression stiffened.