"Cease this behaivor little demon." I smile.

I throw my hand out. The magic is starting to rip him apart- shredding him like the pathetic piece of paper he is. He's an abomination. He is a plague on this world like so many other humans. Humans are weak. They are just shards of displaced matter. Their every breath is a waste.

"Ichiro!" Shingo yells.

"Who dares speak to a prince like that?" I turn my head.

"Ichiro! It's me! It's your dad!" Shingo yells.

"I know who you are, but I don't know who you are." I say.

"What? That literally makes no sense!" Mephisto yells. 

"I am Willow not Ichiro. I have his memories, but I do not have his heart or soul." I explain.

"Oh, well, that makes a little more sense." Mephisto shrugs.

"Now to deal with you." I say.

I move my hand up. He rises up in the air. I throw my hand out. Holes burst through him. Mephisto and Shingo turn to gutted fish and melt away. I throw my hand to the side. His head slices off. It falls onto the ground. I drop my hand. It still feels like a dream that I had awoken. This all feels like a dream. I look at my hands an I see smoke rising.

"What- no, I'm not, no!" I fall to my knees.

The smoke covers me. I girp my hands.

"I just was reborn!" I yell.