Me and My Demons

They were just a bunch of ordinary demonologists trying to summon an ordinary demon . . . but at the moment of summoning, something went wrong. Still, demon or demonologist-what was the difference to them, anyway? Either way, they were going to have fun. My name is Konstantin and I am no ordinary demonologist. Most people fear demons, but in my case, it's the demons who fear me . . .

I could have been anything I wanted: a chef, a chauffeur, a pianist, an artist, an aristocrat . . . but where would the fun be in that? In my past life, I'd been one of the world's greatest demonologists, and horned lords and masters of the inferno had cringed and trembled with terror at my name. That name, in fact, was still around, still making demons tremble. And that was only the beginning, because in this world, I'd chosen to become a soldier. Why? Simple! The army turned out to be a total madhouse that obeyed no reason, and the only way to understand it was to experience it.