Flesh, Blood and Wine: The Banquet of Demons
Waking up in a world that is just an illusion of your mind trying not to go insane and failing. That’s not what anyone would expect from death, no more, no less. Even less so the fact that by some random twist of fate, you turn into a demon, and as the imaginary cherry on top, you get ripped out of the pocket dimension you accidentally created to end up in the body of a parallel version of yourself.
A body that drank itself to death with wine over the loss of his family which, by the way, is a damn copy of the family you used to have.
Well, at least I got a second chance at life, more than anyone can boast after being dead. I had to look on the bright side after a little crying, naturally. So, diving into carnal pleasures is fine, right? After all, I’m a demon; it wouldn't be strange for me to act this way, would it?
Sure, apparently, I have some kind of mission to organize a harvest festival for the demons, but I wasn't paying much attention to that over my screams while my form was being ripped apart due to the Forced Transfer between universes or whatever. Stuff happens.
So, let the diving into all the pleasures this world has to offer begin.
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