I opened my eyes—big mistake.
A blinding white light hit me like divine judgment.
A gentle breeze caressed my face, sending tingles of delight through my tiny body.
The scent of lavender floated in the air.
Heavenly. Disgustingly heavenly.
And then, to my horror, a woman with golden hair and the purest smile I'd ever seen leaned over me.
Wait. What?
Next to her, a man in shining armor smiled broadly, as if to say: "I am your knight!"
MY DEMONIC INSTINCTS ROARED IN HORROR.
"She is perfect!" the woman exclaimed, her voice drenched in joy.
"A true miracle," the man added, wiping away tears. "Our daughter is blessed by the Light!"
Light?!
Daughter?!
I looked down.
Tiny hands. Chubby arms. Adorable. Disgustingly adorable.
And the shrill cry piercing the air?
Coming from... me.
Oh no.
Oh, for heaven's sake, no!
I—once known as General Azreth, the feared right-hand of the Demon King—had been reincarnated as a baby.
And not just any baby.
A sacred baby.
Apparently, I am now the daughter of Duke Valério Hallow, the glorious knight of the illustrious Hallow family… and an imperial saint.
Could this be karma at work?
If it is, I'd like to file a complaint with the universe.
And if it can be submitted with fire, even better.
"Let's call her Liora," the woman beamed.
"It means blessed light."
Blessed light?
I used to command the armies of darkness.
One time, I burned down a sacred temple with my left hand while devouring a soul pie.
And now my name is… Liora?
Fantastic.
Simply fantastic.
I tried to curse them both right then and there, but all that came out was:
"Guuuuuu!"
Yes. I've hit rock bottom.
And apparently, I'm starting over—with diapers.