Prologue

"THIS IS A CAUSE FOR CELEBRATION, WE SHALL HOLD A GREAT BANQUET FOR M NEWBORN SON" announced a man of a large stature holding a baby as if presentimg him to the heavens.

"VERGIL, HIS NAME SHALL BE VERGIL, AN ONI THAT SHALL BRING GLORY AND PROSPERITY TO OUR LANDS" proclaimed the man. Following his words the masses break out into cheers. Music is played, hymns are sung praising the Sun god for blessing their chief with a successful birth.

The banquet continued on for anither week before celebrations fizzled out and the island returned to normalcy. Unknown to all the one who's birth they were celebrating looked around with intelligence gleaming in their eyes.

Soon 5 years flashed by and the child grew older and wjth the passage of time the residents opinions towards the child went from adoration to contempt.

Usually an Deka Oni grew two protruding horns on their foreheads with longer horns representing more power and prosperity with the clan chief having the longest and thickest horns. Yet this child grew a singular horn curving round the back of his head, to make matters worse for the child he gained strange black markings on his body.

"Chief we can't let him live, his form is simply evil, don't you remember the legends of the one horned Ida Oni who almost brought our clan to ruin." A man stated. Murmurs of agreements resonded around the table were a group of 6 Deka Oni sat.

"Frankly I agree chief, the tribe already look at him with contempt and the longer you let him live the more the villagers will look down upon you " another man said.

Child's POV

*past* ages 0-3

My 1st memory from this 2nd life a large man holding me up and shouting in some sort of gibberish followed by the hurrah of a crowd.

It didn't take long for me to realise I was born to someone quite high in this place's hierarchy. Everytime we walked past someone they would smile and slightly bow their heads which shockingly possessed horns meaning I was reborn into some sort of fantasy world. It didn't take long for me to catch on to the language as it was quite similar to one I learnt in my past life.

My past life is quite irrelevant as i can literally not recall any major pieces of information about myself. Guess whoever reincarnated me decided i didn't need any of that. I only remembered things like anime and games. My favourite anime was probably One Piece despite only reaching Fishman Island. Quite a shame I couldn't finish it but that isn't here nor there. Not like that One Piece information is gonna help me here, after all this isn't some crappy fanfic [ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ], but this is neither here nor there.

Anyways, I thought I was on a fast track to a soft an easy life adored by all these people. I remember the 1st time someone looked at me with contempt when I was about 3 years old, and the person who looked at me with those eyes were my mother. She was the 1st to notice something was off about the way my horn was growing. Instead of two small bumps protruding from my forehead a large bump started growing at the back of my head. I noticed my mom's behaviour change as soon as she noticed it. It started with small acts like shouting but soon evolved into abuse when my horn fully developed.

My father that used to look at me with love and pride soon started looking at me with scorn and disdain. The villagers that used to laugh with me and play with me soon started looking at me with eyes full of caution. As would talk in not so hushed tone telling their children to avoid me or about how "unfortunate" the chief was to have me.

Another year passed and to make matters worse I started to develop black markings across my body going all the way to my horn. The villagers caution soon turned to hatred and outright bullying with many villagers wishing for my death. The adults threw things at me and the children called me names. Naruto really was better then me as instead of wanting to earn their respect and be acknowledged my rage was building up. I started fighting back against the villagers and my reputation grew worse. At some point I got called a demon (which is quite ironic considering we're a race with horns).

At some point I guess my dad decided that throwing me down the mountain and into the forest was better then keeping me in the village.

*present* 5 years old*

Thanks to my Deka Oni blood I somehow manged to survive the fall and live 2 more years where I'm currently facing a pack of 5 lion sized wolves.

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"Lets get this over with quickly " I managed to get out through a yawn. Taking my spear off my back I immediately dash towards the 1st wolf and thrust out piercing my spear through head. "1 down 4 more to go"

Dislodging my spear from the wolf's head and swing to the left in a wide arc which cleaves the 2 wolves in half leaving one wolf. I turn around to finish of the last wolf and to my suprise it was running away.

"Huh, aren't wolves supposed to represent bravery or something" I thought as I threw my spear which easily pierced the wolf through its head.

Walking to the wolf I took back my spear and started heading back home. You'd think a 5 year old would struggle against a pack of wolves but it seems I was a very strong 5 year old. Granted I am literally on the outer parts of the forest but that doesn't really matter.

My native island has a forest with a large mountain in the middle where my clan resides and ny current goal was to get back there and take my revenge but frankly I'm not strong enough to get there so I've been confining myself to the outer parts of the forest where whilst the animals are strong, they really aren't much to the animals in the centre forest.

Making ny way to a river where I can wash myself I looked down and saw my reflection in the water where my black eyes looked back at me. My face was quite handsome if i could say say so myself with my hair bow reaching my shoulders. My face adorned with black line markings which could me found over my entire body.

Taking my clothes off which were simply a wolf pelt wrapped around my little man. "How refreshing" I thought as i washed my body with the river water. After I finished washing myself, I let my the slow currents carry my body around as I float facing the sun.

"Now this, this is living. No name-calling, no abuse. Just me and the sun. But alas I really can't let those people go" I thought with my lips twisting into a frown.

Despite how much I wanted to kill all of them I really couldn't do anything about it at this point, after all I was incredibly weak compared to those guys. Just all the more reasons I should get stronger.

Getting out the river I put my pelt back on and headed back to my hut.