A Human Touch

Chapter 1: A Human Touch

In a dirty alleyway, there were all kinds of trash, garbage bags full of rotten food, old broken appliances, and discarded objects of various sizes all in the alley. There was a low groaning noise coming from the alley. A figure slowly raised up it looked to be a young teenager with brown messy hair, wearing a red shirt over it was a white button-up shirt that was opened up while also wearing black jeans and white shoes. Though all his clothes were dirty not from the trash were stained in so much blood that he looked like he came from a murder. Though his eyes were all red and puffy from non-stop crying.

"What..happen to me," Issei muttered out loud, the stranger looked around at his surroundings showing a face of pure confusion.

"Where am I?" he asked aloud to himself.

But as soon as he tried to get up he fell off balance, wobbling onto his feet Issei looked towards his left arm to find it was missing.

Issei had no expression of fear or surprise but expected his fate the way it is. Slowly he kept walking out of the alleyway. Issei believed he was a failure to everyone he knew. So not a big surprise that he was left with nothing. Tears were leaking out of his eyes.

"This is what I deserve I'm nothing but a loser." He said."Oh god, what happened to me."

Issei's eyes widened in horror. He just said god and it didn't even hurt. That means he wasn't a devil anymore. He failed as a human and now fails as a man. He cried in pain because he didn't even know what had happened to him. How did he become human again? He didn't even feel Ddragi anymore he felt more alone than he had ever felt in his life. Issei does wonder what kind of hell this was this wait was even in hell.

"Well I better see where I am," he said in a forced sad voice like even speaking was too much for him. He broke into pieces. How he kept going was beyond anything of a miracle. Every part of him screamed just to lay down and die. Every thought that went into his mind was like pins of self-hate and every feeling that went past his heart was like an endless void. A black hole of pure anger swallowing him alive.

Slowly he limped out of the exit of the alleyway as the blinding light of the outside clouded his vision. With one more step, he was out of the alleyway, his vision slowly returned to him as finally Issei could see his surroundings. He was in an empty city street: empty as in no people, no cars, not even the sign of any trash. Issei looked towards the vacant streets with worried looks, even the building windows looked like there was nothing going on in them. The weather was cloudy and gray covering the sky and drowning out any blue up above. Issei kept his breath calm and walked down the empty street.

He kept walking further into the city and found it was quiet: so quiet that Issei could hear his own heartbeat, every step he took was like a loud bang that echoed throughout the city. All the buildings were locked and the doors had a bright white paint color to them like he was looking into a flashlight.

Issei walked for hours with no people in sight. He felt like this was his hell and that he deserved this he was a loser that had nothing going for him. He only got lucky in fights, he had nothing redeeming about himself, Issei thinking these insufferable thoughts.

He kept walking around the city as the seconds become minutes, as the minutes became hours. Issei constantly puts himself down in self-hate. Even time didn't feel like it passed.

"Hello" Issei yelled in a panicked voice.

"Please is anyone here?" He called out into the empty city, only for his echo to return to him.

"Please, someone!" Issei cried in horrible pain screeching, only for the echoes to return to him. His breath slowed down and wavered as he felt the harsh self-hate whisper in the back of his head.