The Reincarnations of Veldanava

Noir's Interlude: Witness

The death of his Master frustrated Noir. But it was far from the first time this had happened. For thousands of years, Noir had traveled to every continent around the globe. That was because his Master—Veldanava—tended to not reincarnate in the same place twice.

Mikami Satoru was one of his many incarnations. When the time passed, the new life that carried the soul of Veldanava would be born into the world, and Noir would search for and serve under them till their last breath. Then this cycle would continue. Just like it always did for the last 2,000 years.

Noir wasn't connected to Veldanava via Soul Corridor. He was never named. But he could still sense the reincarnations of his Master out of sheer instinct, the instinct he had honed for this specific job.

'Continuing the pattern, this time it seems like he will be reincarnated somewhere in the western countries.' He went through this kind of event many times, he became so masterful with it. But he wouldn't approach his new Master as soon as possible. No. Noir would make at least a 20 year gap, waiting until his new Master became an adult.

There was that 1 time he approached the child that was the incarnation of Veldanava. Unsurprisingly, it made him at odds with the Child Protective Service. It was common for any parents to not want their children to be around an odd-looking man with somewhat of an ambiguous intention.

Noir would approach the teenage incarnation of his Master as a friend. Then started to make his way around his Master's new family, befriending every single one of them. Sometimes his loyalty was mistaken for something more...inappropriate. Just because Veldanava, the starting point, was a man, didn't mean he couldn't be reincarnated into a woman.

Lady Lucia probably had the best day of her life if she heard of this...

It could be awkward sometimes. But Noir managed to get it done.

But that's beside the point. Before he could approach his new Master. He had stuff to clean up first. "How is your first day in the cell, hmm?" Noir was busy for the last few months.

Being Satoru's personal doctor and lawyer, Noir had to sign a death certificate, following with his testament. After finishing all of those, he also had to organize a funeral. Meanwhile, he also had to handle the case of his Master's killer as a prosecutor.

Usually, most incarnations of Veldanava passed away by natural means: age, disease or disaster. Homicide didn't happen that often, but it wasn't 0 either. That was the case here.

"You! You got me a life sentence! Isn't that enough?! Why are you here?!"

"Not enough." Noir stared at the man who killed his Master with clear disdain. "A scum like you should die." If it wasn't for Japan's law. Noir would push the case until this man was hung in a noose.

"The law limits my power as a prosecutor, but I have enough of your kind's game," Noir said. He followed Human's law because he knew Veldanava would want him to do that. But in his nature, he's still a Daemon.

"What are you talking about..."

"—Kukukuku!!" Noir laughed. "I will take my leave." He left those words behind before leaving the prison, waving goodbye to guards and wardens along the way.

The next morning, a warden found a body hanging in the cell. The motivation was unknown, but it was deemed to be a suicide without any outside interferences.

'That so-called indomitable human spirit doesn't help him at all. What a joke.' Noir sat in a café, watching the news. He was the culprit behind that hanging. Daemons were a race full of tricks after all. He put that man under a weak hypnosis. If that man had somewhat of a strong will, he might be able to shake it off.

He was a kind of person Noir called a sinner. But Noir learnt to forgive. If he was being ruthless. He could put them in a guaranteed mortality magic. But he didn't. He gave them a chance, a test. If they survived, he would let them be. But if they failed, he would eat their souls. He enjoyed eating the souls of the damned, normal Daemon stuff.

Noir himself was also a sinner. The original sinner who pointed his claws at God. This body he used was made from corpses of those he killed. An eternal reminder of his mistake. He believed that if he could change to the righteous path, others could too. 'Maybe I give Humans too much credit.'

They were weak, but they always bit more than they could chew. The fall of Veldanava was made by Humans' hands. He was a bit curious about their fate in the Cardinal World. As a key bearer, he could go back to that world to see for himself. But he didn't feel motivated to do so.

His Master kept reincarnating into this world. So he would be around here too to serve. 'Maybe they are wiped out. I hope they do get wiped out. Feldway alone is enough to do that, right?'

Feldway was just like him. A devoted follower of the Star King Dragon. They were the same, yet so different. "What are we really worshiping? Veldanava, the person or Veldanava, the idea?" They always disagreed on that part. That's why Noir was here, and Feldway wasn't.

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[1] This is an interlude. Many characters of importance will get one of these. It's a short story revolving around their POV or what's in their minds or what they're up to.

[2] For clarification, it went like this: Veldanava(Ultimate One) > Veldanava(Demiurge) > [2,000 years worth of reincarnation] > Mikami Satoru > Rimuru Tempest.