It felt hot and comfortable. If that was what one gained after dying, maybe he should have done so a long time ago. As such thoughts were growing in him, he felt himself changed position. That made him posed a bit, not sure what entity he became now. He indeed clearly remembered dying. Was he now lingering as a wandering specter? That said, such apparitions were supposed to be cold rather than warm. As he was pondering, he stretched some more. Never before had his body been so easy to move around, the novel feeling was quite addicting. However, he suddenly felt himself falling, the heat leaving his body and suddenly, coldness started to creep in. Arms around him were guiding him out of his comfort zone. His eyes struggled to open and a blinding light forced them shut once more.
A faint, shaky voice of a woman was the first thing that came to his ears,
"I can't hear him, ma', I can't hear him."
The voice, breathless, sounded as though she was on the verge of crying. But for this unknown person, the demon lord didn’t spare any thought, instead, he wondered a bit as he still felt arms holding him -thus leading to him realizing the fact that he actually still had a physical form-, wasn't he dead yet? Then another question entered his mind, how was it possible to hold him so tight considering the magnitude of his body? But he couldn't pursue that line of thought for a hand came down smacking his rear. More than painful, it was startling, and to be honest, stinging a bit.
The shrill cry that came in response to the slap wasn’t what he planned. However, it was the only thing that seemed to leave his lips instead of the hurl of curses that should. At this moment, he couldn’t quite care why he actually felt the pain from a mere slap.
An elderly voice sounded above him,
"See, my grandson is perfectly fine, needed a bit of push, it’s all.”
As she was talking, she was fumbling around, putting him on a soft material, her hands were working on cleaning him and wrapping him around in a white sheet. It gave him the time, when he calmed down enough, to observe her. The woman's hair -that she had braided and let over her shoulder, which was dangling in front of him as she moved- was completely white, that seemed to be more of a natural color than it being from age, though there were some wrinkles on her face that let supposed she wasn't all that young anymore. What was more intriguing though was her deep purple eyes. It was his first time seeing those on a human. The color itself wasn't what puzzled him -since he did see such on the beast companions of those people who came to hunt him down in his home-. It was just peculiar to see such a color on a human. As far as he knew, it was a color only those affiliated with demon's blood possessed. That aside, to be able to tower over him like that, was this creature over him really human?
"So well behave," she praised once she was finished and once more he was lifted, this time in her embrace. It was difficult for the demon lord to see exactly what was going on. His eyelids seemed so heavy, keeping them open was difficult, so, in the end, he shut them. He felt himself leaving that woman's embrace to enter someone else's. "You've got a magnificent son, my dear." The woman said softly as she patted his head while the person now holding him muttered,
"He's so tiny... and so red". He recognized the voice of the first person who talked after his waking. "Weights almost nothing, is he really alright?"
The other, who was tidying things up, didn't stop as she answered,
"Don't fret so much. You weighed even less than him in your days. Tell me instead, did you decide on a name?"
"What do you think of... Myur? He looks a bit like father, don't you think?"
Temral paused but in the end, made an acquiescing sound before exiting the hut with the dirty clothes to be washed. As she opened the door, it let the luminosity enter. The demon lord who had his eyes closed struggled to open them when sensing the warmth on his skin. It was the sun's light. The entire room was bathed in it. The two opened windows of the small hut let enough rays entered for that. The door opened directly to him and the sun on his skin was a novel sensation he couldn't remember ever experimenting. Strange noises left his mouth once more as he tried to talk.
The woman who was holding him was talking too,
"Oh, are you approving? Andel Myur. It's good, right?"
The demon lord found that his body wouldn't answer to his commands at all. He couldn't even move his neck to see the woman's face correctly. Though, she relieved him of the efforts as she came closer, kissed his forehead and stayed at a close range.
The woman looked a bit like the one who just left the room. The deep purple eyes were all the more glaring with those long silver-white hair of theirs. She had a side-swept bang with shoulder-longs messy hair, though, contrarily to the first woman, her skin was tan compared to the pale one of the other.
"You're so beautiful, my child." The woman said softly, kissing his forehead once more. Her right hand came to touch his cheek delicately as though he was something infinitely precious.
Never had eyes been so gentle while looking at him.
"So well behave," she praised once she was finished and once more he was lifted, this time in her embrace. It was difficult for the demon lord to see exactly what was going on. His eyelids seemed so heavy, keeping them open was difficult, so, in the end, he shut them. He felt himself leaving that woman's embrace to enter someone else's. "You've got a magnificent son, my dear." The woman said softly as she patted his head while the person now holding him muttered,
"He's so tiny... and so red". He recognized the voice of the first person who talked after his waking. "Weights almost nothing, is he really alright?"
The other, who was tidying things up, didn't stop as she answered,
"Don't fret so much. You weighed even less than him in your days. Tell me instead, did you decide on a name?"
"What do you think of... Myur? He looks a bit like father, don't you think?"
Temral paused but in the end, made an acquiescing sound before exiting the hut with the dirty clothes to be washed. As she opened the door, it let the luminosity enter. The demon lord who had his eyes closed struggled to open them when sensing the warmth on his skin. It was the sun's light. The entire room was bathed in it. The two opened windows of the small hut let enough rays entered for that. The door opened directly to him and the sun on his skin was a novel sensation he couldn't remember ever experimenting. Strange noises left his mouth once more as he tried to talk.
The woman who was holding him was talking too,
"Oh, are you approving? Andel Myur. It's good, right?"
The demon lord found that his body wouldn't answer to his commands at all. He couldn't even move his neck to see the woman's face correctly. Though, she relieved him of the efforts as she came closer, kissed his forehead and stayed at a close range.
The woman looked a bit like the one who just left the room. The deep purple eyes were all the more glaring with those long silver-white hair of theirs. She had a side-swept bang with shoulder-longs messy hair, though, contrarily to the first woman, her skin was tan compared to the pale one of the other.
"You're so beautiful, my child." The woman said softly, kissing his forehead once more. Her right hand came to touch his cheek delicately as though he was something infinitely precious.
Never had eyes been so gentle while looking at him.
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Sometimes later, the other woman came back holding a tray that she placed on the bed. A delicate fragrance wafted from it.
"I'll bathe him while you eat."
More than a suggestion, it was simply information Temral was giving for she didn't wait for an answer before taking her grandson in her arms.
Valenia didn't even get to kiss her son goodbye that he was taken from her and the wooden tray seemed to have a life of its own as it walked from the bed where Temral placed it, up to Valenia's tighs and stopped there.
"Eat it all for he shall be coming to eat his fill later." Talking until here, Temral tucked the baby in the sheets and left the room with him in her arms.
Left alone, Valenia stared at the big bowl filled to the brim. Mushroom soup. Her lips twitched. She would have liked porridge better. She had eaten mushroom in all kinds of forms these last months. She wanted no more of it. Still, looking at her C-cup-sized breasts and recalling her mother's words that this special breed of mushroom was particularly good for maternal milk, the young woman gritted her teeth and took hold of the wooden spoon. For Myur, she told herself. Just wait some more and you'll have some meat. A rock bird or a four-tailed bunny, she promised herself, those two should be the ingredients for her next meal. It had been so long, she was salivating just at the thought. Hypnotizing herself that this was certainly the last bowl of soup she would force down her throat, she gulped one spoon after the other.
Only she didn't know yet that that kind of hypnotism would last for months onwards.
The manner she was holding him didn't really permit the demon lord to look at his surroundings, instead, the only thing in his view was the woman's face. Though, in the background, he could catch a bit of foliage here and there. That he couldn't see, didn't mean he couldn't hear. His surroundings were noisy or rather, lively. There was the singing of birds and insects, the rustling of the wind in the trees. He could also hear the animals running on the ground not far away.
The demon lord couldn't understand. What about his poisonous miasma? It was inborn and a particular trait of his being; so long as he was alive, it should still be here.
As she walked and babbled, the sound of the streams became clearer. She was quite energetic in that sense, her mouth opening and closing though he didn't really pay attention to what came out. Her feet were making sounds, crunching the dry woods underneath it. Then she stopped, put him on a soft material and took off his makeshift clothes before hurriedly putting him in hot water. One hand was holding him safely while the other smeared some kind of lotion all over his body.
As she was bathing him, the demon lord, struggling with his eyes, got to see his entourage. An amazingly green pasture. He was still struggling to keep his eyes open, but it was worth the efforts. It had been so long since he last saw a living thing near him besides those who came for his life. Mesmerized, he didn't struggle as the woman rinse him then placed him in another bucket filled with hot water. She was just holding him now, letting him appreciate the instant, gently and repeatedly passing water on his skin. To the demon lord, the heat was a bit comparable to that first sensation he felt. It was quite pleasing.
As she looked at him, the woman kept on being talkative. When the sun which was hidden behind a cloud came out, she smiled and said,
As she maneuvered him, he got to glimpse at the sky. A blue sky. It was his first time in a long while that he saw it. He wanted to stretch his tiny arms towards it but his body was unwilling. Frustrated, the demon lord found himself sniffing, on the verge of tears. This body was really doing whatever pleased it!
A heavy snort was heard, startling him before he got to see the being that released it.
“Maeda, don’t scare him,” reproached Temral, her gaze shifting to her right side.
"I'll bathe him while you eat."
More than a suggestion, it was simply information Temral was giving for she didn't wait for an answer before taking her grandson in her arms.
Valenia didn't even get to kiss her son goodbye that he was taken from her and the wooden tray seemed to have a life of its own as it walked from the bed where Temral placed it, up to Valenia's tighs and stopped there.
"Eat it all for he shall be coming to eat his fill later." Talking until here, Temral tucked the baby in the sheets and left the room with him in her arms.
Left alone, Valenia stared at the big bowl filled to the brim. Mushroom soup. Her lips twitched. She would have liked porridge better. She had eaten mushroom in all kinds of forms these last months. She wanted no more of it. Still, looking at her C-cup-sized breasts and recalling her mother's words that this special breed of mushroom was particularly good for maternal milk, the young woman gritted her teeth and took hold of the wooden spoon. For Myur, she told herself. Just wait some more and you'll have some meat. A rock bird or a four-tailed bunny, she promised herself, those two should be the ingredients for her next meal. It had been so long, she was salivating just at the thought. Hypnotizing herself that this was certainly the last bowl of soup she would force down her throat, she gulped one spoon after the other.
Only she didn't know yet that that kind of hypnotism would last for months onwards.
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The manner she was holding him didn't really permit the demon lord to look at his surroundings, instead, the only thing in his view was the woman's face. Though, in the background, he could catch a bit of foliage here and there. That he couldn't see, didn't mean he couldn't hear. His surroundings were noisy or rather, lively. There was the singing of birds and insects, the rustling of the wind in the trees. He could also hear the animals running on the ground not far away.
The demon lord couldn't understand. What about his poisonous miasma? It was inborn and a particular trait of his being; so long as he was alive, it should still be here.
As she walked and babbled, the sound of the streams became clearer. She was quite energetic in that sense, her mouth opening and closing though he didn't really pay attention to what came out. Her feet were making sounds, crunching the dry woods underneath it. Then she stopped, put him on a soft material and took off his makeshift clothes before hurriedly putting him in hot water. One hand was holding him safely while the other smeared some kind of lotion all over his body.
As she was bathing him, the demon lord, struggling with his eyes, got to see his entourage. An amazingly green pasture. He was still struggling to keep his eyes open, but it was worth the efforts. It had been so long since he last saw a living thing near him besides those who came for his life. Mesmerized, he didn't struggle as the woman rinse him then placed him in another bucket filled with hot water. She was just holding him now, letting him appreciate the instant, gently and repeatedly passing water on his skin. To the demon lord, the heat was a bit comparable to that first sensation he felt. It was quite pleasing.
As she looked at him, the woman kept on being talkative. When the sun which was hidden behind a cloud came out, she smiled and said,
“Look, the sun is shining so bright to welcome you in this world, my little one.”
As she maneuvered him, he got to glimpse at the sky. A blue sky. It was his first time in a long while that he saw it. He wanted to stretch his tiny arms towards it but his body was unwilling. Frustrated, the demon lord found himself sniffing, on the verge of tears. This body was really doing whatever pleased it!
A heavy snort was heard, startling him before he got to see the being that released it.
“Maeda, don’t scare him,” reproached Temral, her gaze shifting to her right side.
Even if he wanted to follow the movement, the demon lord was unable to move his neck at will. He could only wait for it to come to view, and indeed, the newcomer came closer with sounds akin to a trot.
Temral bragged while lifting him, "my grandchild is beautiful, isn't he?"
Grandchild. Child. For a time now, these two women kept on saying things like that. It was not an everyday occurrence that someone was rushing to be affiliated with him and two on the same day?
With another snort, the animal entered the perimeter his eyes covered. A demon, had first thought the demon lord but the animal lacked the distinctive aura of death that accompanied demons, so, he wasn’t sure what kind of breed it was. It was his first time seeing it.
Temral bragged while lifting him, "my grandchild is beautiful, isn't he?"
Grandchild. Child. For a time now, these two women kept on saying things like that. It was not an everyday occurrence that someone was rushing to be affiliated with him and two on the same day?
With another snort, the animal entered the perimeter his eyes covered. A demon, had first thought the demon lord but the animal lacked the distinctive aura of death that accompanied demons, so, he wasn’t sure what kind of breed it was. It was his first time seeing it.
Indeed. It resembled a horse a lot but Maeda was a nightmare. It was jet black, blue flames wreathed its hooves and trailed from its nostrils. Its eyes were akin to two lapis lazuli and it had a ragged mane and tail like tattered pennants.
What kind of demon are you? That was what the demon lord wanted to ask but foreign noises left his lips once more. The nightmare's face came closer, seemingly sniffing him.
"Maeda." The woman uttered in a warning tone.
The nightmare seemed to understand and retracted its steps a bit leaving more room for Temral but otherwise, it stood there, looking at the demon lord carefully.
"You'll have another companion to share your mistress with, are you worried?"
The nightmare snorted as though considering the idea ridiculous before trotting away. As she was taking her grandson out of the water, Temral couldn't stop laughing. With laughter in her voice still, she said to the tightly covered baby.
"Let us go and nourish you now, shall we?"
"Maeda." The woman uttered in a warning tone.
The nightmare seemed to understand and retracted its steps a bit leaving more room for Temral but otherwise, it stood there, looking at the demon lord carefully.
"You'll have another companion to share your mistress with, are you worried?"
The nightmare snorted as though considering the idea ridiculous before trotting away. As she was taking her grandson out of the water, Temral couldn't stop laughing. With laughter in her voice still, she said to the tightly covered baby.
"Let us go and nourish you now, shall we?"
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For the first time in his life, the demon lord sucked milk on a woman's breast. The moment the elder woman returned him in the hut, she gave him to the younger, who, listening to her mother's advice, held him so that she could correctly breast-feed him. The woman literally forced her nipple into his mouth and pressed on the breast, ordering him to 'drink'. The demon lord wanted to protest but at the same time, he couldn't resist sucking on the drops of milk. He felt so hungry.
Never before had there been a reason for him to eat. Now though, things appeared different.
As he 'ate' and the woman around him kept on chatting, he came to an understanding. There was no way he could be the same as previously. It wasn't that these people were giants but rather... he became smaller... thinner... and considerably weaker. If the words they were saying could be trusted then... he became human. Someone else's son and grandson.
"Are you full, Myur?" asked the woman holding him, when his lips left her nipples. Her face was smiling as she wiped his mouth.
Myur. Andel Myur. That was apparently, the entity he became. A human. Looking at this brightly smiling woman in front of him, the demon lord felt that... he didn't hate it even a bit.
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