The God's Gift {DXD MALE OC}

The Creator

Tick...Tack.

In a moment I don't exist.

Tick.. tack

And in the other and I come out of nowhere.

TICK TACK!

*GASP*

Now with a real body, I draw air into my lungs,

Where am I? When am I? What I am? Who am I?

My mind, my being, and my soul yearns for answers.

Now able to see and process information with my eyes, I finally stop to notice my surroundings.

I'm in a... corridor?

Looking forward I notice an infinite dark "path"

No matter how much I try to see what's at the end of it, in the end I can only see darkness.

Taking advantage of the moment of analysis, I look into every possible corner. The floor looks like it's made of some metal. Whatever the material, it's very well polished, after all, when looking down I can see my reflection.

Wait a minute... my reflection!

When looking at my reflection I can only see a vague image of myself. The image is very blurred, the floor is not a mirror after all.

Slightly tanned skin, dark eyes, and hair.

I'm tall too... I have no idea how tall. After all, what can be considered high for a human-

Huh, thinking about it now, I might not even end up being human.

Shaking my head to dismiss those thoughts, I then continue down this strange corridor.

As I walk what I think is a few feet, I begin to notice the walls in the hallway.

They have on them what appear to be paintings,

No, I can't call them that. They're more like picture frames, after all, I can't even really see in there.

 All I see are blurs.

However, the more I walk, and the more I look at them I notice that... they are all different in a way. I don't know how I know this.

I just know it.

I keep walking, for what seems like hours. The hallway never ends, and neither do the frames. And as I walk I think, either about my existence or about this place.

Instinctively my mind assimilates things, even apparently without memories I still know things.

 I know concepts, I understand death, happiness, sadness, grudge, love, and much more.

But even knowing them, I still know that I didn't witness or feel them. 

Not this "me" of now.

And so for the first time, I use my voice.

"How can a being like me who was just born know everything? No, I certainly don't know everything yet. After all, even though I have the knowledge, I don't have... experience."

When I hear my own voice I am surprised. I have a great voice!

"I agree, It strikes me as calm but rich in feeling."

I am once again surprised, after all, it wasn't me who said that...

I stop abruptly and look around. Only to see nothing