Beneath the surface exists a place known as the Underworld.
A place so hot no life can exist.
Except them.
Demons.
Superhuman strength, high-speed regeneration, heat resistance, rock hard skin, incredible speed, increased intelligence, etc. etc.
The most important of all of these being magic.
The most fatal flaw of being a human when compared to demons, is that humans cannot use magic.
Demons are better than humans in every way possible.
In fact, they even look like them. The only exception being two small black horns on the top of their head.
Now, you might be wondering as to why if such a powerful species existed, why did humans dominate the earth?
They had everything the humans didn't, except freedom.
The wall. The border. The goddamn cage. The only flaw of being a demon.
This stupid FUCKING cage that trapped Dusty in the Underworld.
It represented everything he hated as a demon.
"What's the point of having everything if you can't use it?"
In the Underworld, there existed classes of demons. They represented not just social status, but power.
Weaklings - Barely any better than a human, typically have lower class jobs and are ridiculed.
Lesser Demons - Significantly stronger than humans and can easily destroy stone. Mostly consists of commoners and middle class workers.
Greater Demons - Upper-Middle class or Lower Nobility demons. Capable of destroying multiple large buildings.
Archdemons - Able to destroy multiple cities and are high-nobility.
Demon King - Capable of destroying the entirety of humanity by themselves. Only one can exist at a certain time.
Dusty was the successor to the current Demon King, Volnos.
Except, what was there to do for a lazy ass person like Dusty? All he did was sit on a fucking uncomfortable stone bench all day and watch the human world through the crystal. He didn't care about being the successor or any of the power that came with it. He just wanted to see what freedom was like. To imagine what his life would be if he had it.
The crystal was a magical artifact that existed since ancient times. It allowed the demons to peer into the vast human world. To dusty, it was his only form of entertainment. Every demon possessed a fragment of the crystal. It was sort of like a phone? He didn't know exactly what phones were but could understand the general idea. After all, the crystal only reflected images, not sound.
It was an extremely reflective surface and would only show the human world when infused with mana.
Dusty stared at the crystal and slowly imbued his mana into it. Every time, it showed something new. This time, he saw something new. Something interesting.
[Human World]
A frail looking boy was walking down a hallway.
Looking exhausted, he slowly opened the door and found his seat.
A similarly, uncomfortable chair.
As Dusty sat down, he grumbled, "So fucking uncomfortable"
He grimaced at how little space there was to rest his head. After all, he had spent all night playing games! His new favorite MMO just has a wonderful upda-
Slap!
Three of your typical average high-school bullies, all on the football team, stole lunch money, and of course targeted the weak.
Dusty had always been bullied. After all, he was skinny, weak, and was well off. A perfect target to steal from and beat up.
"Where's our cash!? I thought I told you to bring it today. I wanted to get some snacks from the convenience store!" The tallest one, Carson practically yelled at Dusty. It was almost like he didn't have anything better to do rather than fucking bully Dusty.
Dusty fixed his gaze on Carson's face, trying his best not to glare.
"Ah... I'm so sorry! I must have left it at home." Dusty said so sarcastically that he had to hold back his laugh.
Then came the first punch.
Dusty immediately got knocked out of his seat, as would anyone his size.
He thought to himself, "I wish I didn't have to get bullied every day"
At the same time, by perhaps a miracle, in the Underworld, somebody had a wish.
"I wish I could be a human"
Suddenly, the crystal glowed white. It typically glowed blue when showing the human world. Dusty immediately dropped it, surprised by the sudden flash of light. And then it grew. It got brighter. And brighter. It illuminated the entire room and in a sudden flash.
Poof.
Dusty the demon was gone.
[Human World]
Dusty found himself falling out a chair. His face hurt. It was burning and stinging with pain. He looked up to find three people standing over him.
Then the beating happened. The three suddenly started kicking him and yelling.
It infuriated Dusty to be so weak. After all, he had lived his life as the successor to the Demon King! He had powerful magic, super strength, everything humans didn't!
Of course, the freedom he had imagined was not this.
Once again, he was oppressed.
Unlike the previous Dusty, this one might have also been lazy, but he knew how to fight.
He grabbed the legs of one the people kicking and pulled them down.
Being in a weak body, he couldn't do much damage but started repeatedly punching the one he had pulled to the ground. Carson. His face was bloody and Dusty was relentless. The other two stopped kicking. They were in shock.
Dusty, the loser, the weakling who never fought back, was winning? Against Carson?
This continued until another white flash of light engulfed the whole room.
Dusty quickly stopped, realizing what it meant and attempted to get out of the room.
Too late.
The white glow grew larger, and larger, and larger.
The entire class, except for the teacher who was late, disappeared.