Death POV: Time passed by quickly and 6 months had already passed since I was born into this world. But now I had a far more difficult issue! curse this infantile body! I never imagined how annoying it would be just to raise my head! I can barely move and if I try to stand I just fall over and hurt my self more! I have never been more happy then when i was finally able to crawl! My parents don't make it any easier as soon as I so much as whimper they've got a royal court mage and half an army making sure I'm not hurt! How do humans not understand that the only way for their children to learn is to let them get hurt and learn from their mistakes! At this rate my sister is gonna become a spoiled princess! Besides I'm 6 months old now why haven't I been allowed to wield a sword!? It

was customary for gods as young as 6 human weeks to be taught to change their bodies so they can start training! These humans just spoil their children to much! Bah They're all finally gone! I'm gonna go expand my mana pool!

One and a half years later: We’ll I finally found out my name for some reason it hasn’t changed since my past life not that I’m composing. Then today for some reason I was woken very rudely from my nap! It's been two years since I was reborn in this world and I had finally learned to walk! Mother read to me and my sister every night but they were stupid children's books. I was so bored I cried just to get her to stop! Where were all the magic and sword fighting books? Anyways I digress I was awoken quite rudely by a servant pulling me out of bed. She was quite lucky she wasn't a member of my house in my previous life otherwise I would have killed her a thousand times over for waking me. Once I was awake she helped me and my sister get dressed. The clothes she put on us where far more expensive then anything I had worn in this life but they were uncomfortable and shoddy compared to what I was used to in my time as the crown prince. After we where dressed we ate breakfast and mother and father took us to a massive line of carriages and guards. I had never seen so many useless boxes of wood in my life! Those things were barely even enchanted! If someone hit is with an ethereal blast we would all be dead before

we knew what hit us. Suddenly I heard a voice to my left.

"Daddy wheya we going?" My adorable little sister asked.

"To meet the king and the other nobles sweetie." My father replied with a smile but I noticed the dark look he had in his eyes and I instinctively tried to raise my mana barriers around my body so I would be ready to defend my self at any time. I did not like the sound of these "other nobles". They sounded both dangerous and like a bunch of ass kissers. Oops I've got to start thinking like a child until I'm strong enough to not need this little disguise.

Once we got in the carriage and where on our way father told us that as a family of nobles and dukes at that, we had to be introduced to the king once we turned two. The king also had a daughter our age and the queen was pregnant again. According to father me or my sister might be married to one of the royal siblings if our family did well. At that moment I may or may not have released my killing intent at father. It's really a blur. I hated arranged marriages and my family stopped trying to force me into them after I destroyed a duke's entire house (author note: he's referring to his family and retainers not a physical house) by dropping a sun on them. But luckily for me I had projected my killing intent from outside the carriage so to everyone else it felt like someone was after our lives... I really don't have the courage to tell them that it was me. I don't want my sister Cassandra to hate me. After the guards where done checking the area they came back and told my father they had caught someone. I mentally gave a small prayer of thanks to whatever poor unfortunate soul was sacrificed due to my lapse of judgement. Then we started back up again and headed towards the royal capital.