Awakening

"Ughh"

I wake up with a massive headache and groan like a horse.

"Uuuu. Where am I?"

I slowly open my eyes, as the adjust to the light and look around.

'This baby voice, who is it...'

"Ah! Little Micah you're awake." I hear a soft womanly voice exclaim from beside me.

'Who the fuck is little Micah?!'

"Shush mother, I have a headache, don't yell" I respond.

"Eh?" I exclaim, after realizing what I just said.

'Mother? Wait, wait, wait.... What the fuck is going on.'

I hold onto my head, trying to piece together all of the things running through my head right now.

"Little Micah don't strain yourself, daddy hit you pretty hard. Just relax and rest okay." I hear that soft voice again and feel a hand patting my head. She kisses me on my forehead and walks away.

Meanwhile, I'm doing my best to stay calm. I feel like I have sensory overload right now, that might escalate into a panic attack. So I breath deep and try to empty my mind.

"Huuuu"

It takes me around a minute to calm myself and relax. Next I slowly start unwinding the mess in my head.

Two different identities are clashing in me. One is the 10 year old devil, Mitra Micah and another is a 24 year old man, who died on earth.

"Just relax and take it slow." I remind myself and delve into my memories.

First I analyze the dead mans memories. Long story short, the 24 year old man was a selfish, greedy, petty, sociopathic, paranoid, eccentric and borderline insane man.

He came from a 2 child middle class family, was bullied heavily in school, then improved his life after and became semi successful. However, his downfall was the discovery of Japanese entertainment.

He isolated himself in his apartment for years and consumed every medium of entertainment available. He became an empty shell of what he once was and eventually died, by being brutally rammed by a truck, the end.

Next, the details are kinda hazy, but basically he reincarnated as Mitra Micah in the world of DXD.

O.O

"I remember now."

"So all this time, I, us, we... Fuck it. All this time I was running around without my memories... High school DXD huh. Hahaha"

I sit up on my bed with a smile. I am Mitra Micah, a 10 year old devil. Soon to be 11. Who has a overly loving mother, a battle maniac father, too-cool-for-you older brother and an eccentric grandfather.

"And I have awoken!!! Muhahahaha *Cough* *Cough*"

"Crap, almost choked." I wheeze.

With my chuuny moment ending horrobly, I pretend as if it didn't happen. I stand up loosen up my body, as well as empty my mind.

Moving to the nearest mirror, I inspect myself.

I look similar to Meliodas, from seven deadly sins. Except less muscular and with a few key differences.

'Lucily I'm 10 and not a midget' I nod and reaffirm, as the fear of staying as a midget strikes me.

I have middle length blonde hair, with a few red streaks in them. My eyes are blue and my body is pretty muscular for a ten year old. Right now, I'm standing around 130cm tall.

My face looks quite similar to my mother and my hair colour is inherited from both of them. My parents are so blond, that they look like lanterns under the sun. The red streaks are unexplained though, as none of my family has them.

"Damn, I'm a pretty boy." I smile and check myself out. The fact that I'm a devil only accentuates my look, or cuteness, as I'm 10 years old.

From the memories of my past life I remember being average looking, but tall. So looking this good is a very welcome change.

Funny enough, I can't remember my face or name, in my past life.

Once done with my inspection, I throw on some random clothes and go to the kitchen to get some food.

I walk downstairs of our house and see my mother chopping up some vegetables in the kitchen. Once she sees me, she puts down her knife and says.

"Micah you shouldn't be moving around already." She comes near me and crouches down to my eye level.

"Mama, I'm fine. I just had a headache when I woke up, but now I'm hungry." I say.

"Haah. Alright, just go sit down and take it easy. Once I'm done cooking I'll let you know okay." She tousles my hair and goes back to her cooking.

'I'm pretty sure the reason I always have messy hair is mostly her fault...'

Mama *Cough*... I mean Arane Micah, my mother, is a woman with messy blonde hair and green eyes, who looks to be in her mid twenties.

She has a perfect hourglass figure and the mature, motherly aura she has is almost deadly. She is the MILF of all MILFs.

A/N: Pic in chapter comments.

As her son, I have no attraction toward her in a sexual way of course, however I can tell that she could easily create a SIMP army with her looks and demeanor.

I go and sit on the couch, while thinking of my future plans.

I have no Idea, where I am, along the DXD anime timeline. I know that I am somewhere along the time when Issei Hyoudou is at school, or starting his life, but I don't know the exact relation with our ages.

My older brother is attending school in the human world right now, since the time he hit 15 and I know that my parents will send me there as well, somewhere at that age.

Honestly I have no special feelings for Issei, or any of the characters, but it would be fun to see the anime unwinding before your eyes as you are there in person... I suppose we'll see when the time comes. I have a bunch of time until I can confirm where in the timeline I'm at, so no need to stress about it.

"Lunch is ready~" A melodious voice leaves the kitchen. Taken as a cue to report for duty, I head there and start eating.

Even though I have memories of my past life, I can boldly say, that this woman is an incredible cook. The food is so good, that you could sell it at a high class restaurant.

I can feel my taste pallet demanding more as I eat. I stuff so much food in my mouth, that my cheeks get full, like a chipmunk.

"Slow down Micah, you'll choke." Mother looks at me with a wry smile and hands me a glass of water.

I chew fast and swallow everything, just like a chipmunk and respond.

"Mama, your cooking can cure death and... stuff. It's so good, I can't stop eating." I briefly say, but get stuck and embarassed, then start devouring the meal once again.

"Ufufufu. Well I cook for you every day, so just take your time okay." She moves behind me and starts messing with my hair as I eat.

I frown as I feel that, but can't stop eating, so I just ignore it.

'I swear, mother is obsessed with my hair for some reason'

*Bang*

Halfway through my lunch, the front door opens with a bang and in comes the man of the house. The 'muscle head', the 'war nut', or 'general retard', as I call him.

"I have arrived." He announces.

"Honey, welcome back." Mother calls out to him. Father moves toward us and kisses mother, then looks at me.

"Hoo! Already up again? That's my boy! Getting blasted in the face with a few tons is nothing to you, hahahaha." He starts boisterously laughing.

*Crack*

There are not many things, that can take my attention away from mothers cooking, but this asshole is definetly one of them.

I settle down the fork, with veins popping on my head, as I slowly turn toward him.

I look up and give him and innocent smile of a 10 year old child... Then tackle him, by lunging my head in his gut.

"Cuk" Because of the suprise attack, he actually feels some pain and stumbles back. I could've punched him in the dick, but that's a heinous deed. I'm not a monster, thus I can't do that. Plus I am waiting for a little brother or sister, so I need him to get busy.

I look at him with a deep frown and say.

"Goddamn! We were done training! And you were like 'Let's end it with a bang'" I Imitate him, by making my voice deeper.

"And then you kicked my in the head, with no warning or mercy! How is that supposed to be training?" I exclaim in anger.

"Ahaha, well, you're getting strong, so I got a bit over excited." He rubs his nose and blushes, like he's embarassed.

"Tch. Stupid old man, I was exhausted and you sayd 'let's stop here' yourself." I grumble and return to eating.

His face turn serious and he looks at me, then sighs.

"You're right, that was a mistake. I apologize and I'll make it up to you somehow." He says with sincerity and apologises.

"Mm, apology accepted." I look at him seriously and nod.

He may be a retard, but I respect him. He is very blunt and upfront. He has a warriors mindset, where he follows his values and is very honest.

I like that kind of mindset, so I don't necessarily have a problem with him. The only problem is that he goes overboard sometimes and does unexplainable shit. Other that that, we're golden.

Fathers name is Maxwell Micah. He is 195 cm tall, has long blonde hair, green eyes and a handsome face. He has sharp eyebrows and facial features, he looks to be in his late twenties. His body is muscular, with ripped muscles, that are bursting with power. Overall, he looks like a greek god.

A/N: Pic in chapter comments.

Both my parents are old. And I mean 'Suck my dick, that's too old', old. Well... by human standards atleast.

Mother is around 1800 and father should be about 2500 years old. They're both high-class devils, but neither of them has a peerage. They live as regular civilians, even though father participated in the great war and was a notorious powerhouse at that time.

Nowadays they are both domesticated. Father channels his inner bloodlust into training his two sons and mother is a loving housewife.

Even though, they both have ties to very powerful devils and even the current leaders of devil society, they don't interact with them anymore.

Other than training me, father also plays this sport called golf, that's apparently adapted from the human world. Mother has her housewife club and her passion is cooking and baking, with me being her number one taste tester.

If I wasn't training every day, I'd probably be a pretty fat child.

The underworld has pretty shit entertainment. Now that I remember my past life, I can see that. Other than training, or talking with friends and family, there is not much else to do.