(Third Person POV)
During The Fifth Hellish Crusades in the Kortea Continent, the Kingdom of Kraetopia was under assault by a Demon Lord's armies. They spent seven years crossing portals between the Mortal Realms and their home, the Hellish Realms. With every assault, ther was nothing but devastation, forcing the mortal races to fight back with utmost fierceness.
The Demon Lord who had commanded the assault on Kraetopia was none other than Asmodeus, The Prince of Lust. He was an Arch-Demon, with a Hellish Form that was beyond mortal comprehension. One of the eldest of the Seven Princes, Asmodeus embodied everything that Lust was.
From sexual desires to pure destruction and bloodshed, Asmodeus was a terrifying foe. His Demonic Essence was so powerful that he couldn't simply walk through the dimensional barriers without affecting the fiber of reality. He would reside in his Hellish Plane, sending his generals and commanders to cross the barriers and attack the Mortal Realm.
Asmodeus laid the assaults on Kraetopia for seven years, putting pressure on the Humans and Elves during the Hellish Crusade. His nightmare armies had slaughtered hundreds of thousands, forcing the mortals to become stronger to fight back. His warfaring plans to conquer Kraetopia and prepare it for his arrival were going to be successful. Nearly every adventurer and hero who tried to defeat his generals and essentially stop his armies failed.
Until one.
A witch by the name of Thessa tricked the Demon Lord, having him weaken himself and cross into the Mortal Plane. She had "charmed" him and lured the Lustful Prince out, with the promise of bedding the Human Witch. He would then fall into a trap, being ambushed by Nine Heroes, who would engage in a powerful battle that shook the land itself.
Asmodeus was then defeated, his corporeal form decaying, his Hellish Essence severed, and his pride shattered. On that fateful day, the Prince of Lust was killed and the Fifth Hellish Crusades were momentarily halted. The other Demon Lords, who were aware of Asmodeus and his power, decided to pull their forces back and declared a ceasefire, warning the mortals that within time, they would resume their assault.
A great victory for the mortals, defeating Asmodeus. They had killed his physical form, even if it was weakened.
But his spirit was not destroyed, for something allowed him to reincarnate into another form. Coincidentally, two of the heroes had conceived a child before the fateful battle. Asmodeus's spirit and essence reincarnated into the woman's unborn child, replacing its own soul. And months later, Asmodeus would be reborn as the two heroes' son.
This was a shameful and terrible fate for the Demon Lord, having been fooled and defeated by mere mortals who he knew he was superior to. And to make matters worse, he would be reborn as the child of two of the mortals that defeated him, whom he had grown to despise.
This was the Prince of Lust's fate.
To suffer as a Mortal Child, as punishment for his sins.
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[Treespire, Southern Kraetopia, Nine Months After Asmodeus's Defeat]
"W-Wahhh!! Wahhhh!!" a baby wailed as he was being held by the midwives
"Make way! Make way!" A robust woman said as she cleaned the baby's face, "Get me some blankets!"
They were inside the room of a house, on the outskirts of Treespire, a city in Southern Kraetopia. The labors of a half-elf woman known as Celysse had begun more than five hours ago, prompting the midwives and servants to scramble about, preparing for the child's birth. While she was in pain, which was normal for childbirth, the midwives were taking good care of her, ensuring that nothing went wrong.
Now, a few hours later, she had given birth to a red-haired baby boy, who was wailing with a scowl on his face. He was being cleaned thoroughly, his face wiped with a rag as he flailed his arms about.
"Hoho!" the midwife said, "He's a feisty one! Babies who cry like this are healthy ones! But he inherited the father's rage, haha!"
The baby was scowling, "Wahhhh!!" he cried out, "Wahhh!!"
He looked to be a rather small baby with a healthy body, his arms and legs flailing around as he cried, tears running down his face. One would think that it was because of a healthy newborn's spunk. But that is the furthest thing from the truth.
The truth is that the boy was no ordinary mortal born to the woman and her husband.
No.
The boy was none other than Lord Asmodeus, Prince of Lust. The most infamous of the Demon Lords, who was defeated nine months prior, had been reincarnated as this mortal baby.
And the Demon Lord was fully conscious of this.
"Wahhh!" the baby cried
"CURSES!!!!!!!!!" the a deep and distorted voice resonated within the boy's mind, his true self sealed and contained within his mind, his physical body unable to convey his true nature, "WHAT IS THIS?! REBIRTH?! AS A MORTAL?! DAMN THOSE HEROES!!! THEY'VE MADE ME SUFFER SUCH HUMILIATION. DEFEAT!! AND NOW, REBIRTH AS A WORTHLESS MORTAL!!!!"
"He's got his father's hair...." one of the maids said with a smile, "Such a beautiful boy~"
"Yes, yes." She said, "If he could stop crying, we could see his eyes, haha!"
"FUCK OFF, YOU UNWORTHY SWINE! UNHAND ME!" The voice bellowed, "HOW DARE YOU SO CASUALLY HOLD I, ASMODEUS!!!"
"C-Can I see him?" A soft voice called out, "M-My son..."
The midwife nodded, "Yes, My Lady." She said as she walked up to the bed, "He's as healthy as one can be."
She handed the baby over to an elven woman with beautiful white hair and blue eyes, who was sitting up and leaning against some pillows. She was beautiful, with fair white skin and a large chest, that was covered by her white bed gown. It was safe to say that this woman was a figure of pure beauty and desire.
She held the boy in her arms, holding him gently as she smiled, "Oh, look at you...." She said softly, "I held you for all this time and you are an exact copy of your father...."
"Wahhh!!" the baby cried
"C-CELYSSE?! CELYSSE?! THAT FILTHY ELF?! I WAS REBORN AS AN ELF?!" Asmodeus bellowed in his own mind, his eyes filled with tears looking at the woman, "THIS MUST BE A CRUEL JOKE! ONE OF THE NINE THAT DEFEATED ME! THE WAR-SORCERESS, CELYSSE!!! ARRRRGHHH!!! CURSE THAT THESSA!!!! I HATE YOU ALL! ALL OF YOU!!!"
Celysse lifted him up and kissed his forehead, "There there." She said softly, "Don't cry. Mommy has you now. I won't let anything happen to you."
"DO NOT KISS ME, YOU STUPID WOMAN!" Asmodeus's thought to himself, "WHO WAS IT THAT YOU BEDDED TO CONCEIVE THIS MORTAL COIL?! WHO?!"
"My lady." the midwife said, "I must say, I expected the child to have Elven characteristics."
"Oh." Celysse said, "I must admit, I thought so too. But I, myself, am a Half-Elf. My Father, one of House Theron's Great Warriors, is my father. And my Mother was a humble human farm-girl, haha...."
"Ah. I see." the midwife said, "So the elven blood was not dominant."
"I wouldn't say that." Celysse smiled, gently caressing Asmodeus's cheek, "It's just that his Father's blood is that thick. I mean, he's a perfect copy of Arthor."
"A-ARTHOR?! THAT FILTHY BARBARIC HUMAN?!"
"Ah, well. That is true, haha..." the midwife said as the baby cried, "What would his name be?"
"Daemon." Celysse said softly, looking at her baby, "His name is Daemon. Named after Daemon, The Gentle. Son of the most powerful Elven King of all."
"Daemon...curses! What a terrible name.....named after a stupid fool of an Elf. He, who couldn't live up to his Father's name! This infuriates me!!!"
"I WILL HAVE MY VENGEANCE! BLOOD WILL SPILL UPON THESE LANDS, MARK MY WORDS!!"
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[Four Years Later]
"Blood will spill!!" a red-headed boy shouted as he waved his wooden sword about, "I will rain shadows upon the land and the corpses of the unworthy will act as fertilizers for the Great Dark Woods that will plague Kraetopia!!!"
Outside a brick house, on the hillside next to the city, a tall and muscular red-haired man stood next to a black-haired man wearing a priest's outfit. The man was holding a wood-cutting axe as he looked at the boy, who stood atop a stump, waving his wooden sword around, his fist clenched in a ball.
"You called me for this?" The Priest looked at the man, "Your son is shouting about blood and murder and you called me for an exorcism check?"
"I'm not the one who called...." the red-haired man muttered, "It was Celysse's cousin, that old hag got all superstitions. I admit that it is rather unsettling that Daemon is speaking all this nonsense about murder and all, but he hasn't done anything worth calling a priest."
"If anything, he is sounding like you sounded when you were a bit older." the Priest chuckled, "Like Father, Like Son, Arthor."
"That's what I am saying." Arthor chuckled, "But I gotta say, that incident with him killing the serpents when he was a baby was quite a scare. I thought to myself; man, he's a scary kid."
"Hm." the Priest said, "Is Makerra still sour at you for missing the boy's birth? I don't know why she's throwing a fit, she wasn't there either."
Arthor sighed, "Almost nobody was." He said seriously, a frown appearing on his face, "We were busy handling Asmodeus's remnants!"
"Curse you, worthless filth!!" The boy pointed his sword at him, "For you to slaughter my minions, you have some nerve!!"
"What was that now?" The priest said,
"It's fine, Gabriel." Arthor said, "He says that sometimes. He even tries to swing his sword at me sometimes, but I simply flick him away. It's fun, not going to lie."
"Hrrrrgghhh!!!" the boy said as he glared at him, "Soon, the Beasts of The Apocalypse will rampage throughout the land, and I will have my vengeance on those who wronged me. Those damned Clerics, their apprentices took my sweet bread and did not return it!!! You!! Who claims to be with the cloth, serving the Archangels and their stupid brethren. You will have those brats return my sweetbread, or I shall unleash the serpents of hell in their chambers!!!!"
"Okay, what the fuck." Gabriel said, a concerned look on his face, "That is not normal."
"It's those damn books he keeps reading." Arthor said with a frown, "And I guess his elven blood is making his speech and mind a bit more advanced? He has an affinity for magic."
"Of course, I do." the boy said, "For I am the Lord of all That Is Bloodlust. I am The Father of Bloodshed. I am The Prince of-"
He started coughing, having swallowed his own saliva. He collapsed to the ground, wheezing and trying to gasp for air.
"Oh shit, Daemon!" Arthor ran up to him and crouched down, patting his back, "Hang in there, son!!"
"Unhand me!" Daemon pushed him off, patting his pants, "I, The Lord of Bloodshed, cannot be allowed to be aided by a mere man like you. Father? Pfft..."
"You know." Arthor said with a frown, "It feels like you got this whole attitude from your Mother's elven blood. I met her Father, he's a prick. You remind me of him."
"Foolishness." Daemon said, "You speak of-.....what is that smell? Is that....pie?"
He turned to see a white-haired elven woman holding a freshly baked pie walking up to them. She wore a beautiful white and blue dress, her large round belly was noticeable.
Gabriel looked at her, "Oh, Celysse!" He said, "You look well! I'm glad that your second pregnancy is treating you well. I apologize for missing out on the first."
"Oh Gabriel, don't worry about it." She said as she held the cherry pie in her hands, "Those times were that of peril and war, everyone had their own duties. By the way, boys~ Who wants pie?"
"Nice!" Arthor said, "Hey, Daemon, do you want-"
"I demand a big piece." The boy walked over to the woman, "White-Haired Mother, You will feed this mortal coil."
"CURSES!!!" The deep and distorted voice of Asmodeus resonated in his own mind, "The urges of a human child overtake this mortal vessel of mine!! I cannot enact my plan like this! Five years of pain and suffering, to end up craving cherry pie! Disgraceful! I shall one day take this woman as my own slave, I swear upon it!"
"Mama loves it when you demand for pie~" Celyssa said with a smile, "Come inside, my beautiful boy~ Let's give you a slice. Gabriel, you can join us."
"Oh, thank you." Gabriel nodded, "I appreciate the offer."
Arthor sighed as he walked behind Daemon, who was walking alongside Celysse, "Such peaceful times, no?"
Gabriel nodded, "All thanks to Asmodeus's defeat." He said, "I'm glad that he was defeated. Thessa, that cunning woman, she did us all a solid."
"I do wonder how long it'll last."
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[Five Years Later]
"Another child?" Daemon said as he was sitting down, a book in front of him, "How many spawn do you want, White-Haired Mother?"
Celysse was sitting down, fanning herself in her chair, "Do not call me that." She said with a warm smile, "I've told you thousands of times, call me Mama~"
They were in the house's living room, Daemon was sitting down in the desk, studying a mage's tome. He had grown into his affinity for Mortal Magic, training to get stronger with the plan to enact his vengeance. He had also decided to train with Arthor, who was a great warrior who wielded an axe and sword.
"Never." Daemon said with a frown, "With this worthless vessel of mine, you have three children already! How many do you intend to procreate with Red-Haired Father?!"
"As many as he wants~" Celysse said with a smile, "I don't care how many babies I give him, I love all of you equally."
"One day, you will regret that." Daemon said as he looked at the tome
"Don't be so cruel, my Daemon." Celysse said, "You're too pessimistic. Don't you love your sisters?"
"I have no love for those inferior to me." Daemon said
"Hey." Arthor had appeared behind him and bumped him on the head with his palm, "Do not insult your sisters."
Daemon scowled, "Ahh!" he said, "You are fortunate that I am not at my strongest, I would have destroyed you!!"
Arthor nodded, "Sure, sure." He said as he had a young girl in his arm, "You keep saying that, bud. I swear, you inherited your Grandfather's personality. No, it's worse."
"Stop insulting my Father." Celysse frowned
Arthor walked over to the door, "I'm taking the girls to the bakery." He said, "Keep an eye on this one, he might try to go and fight the City Guards again. That little rascal."
As he walked out, holding a young red-headed girl in his arms while holding a white-haired girl's hand, Celysse let out a sigh while standing up.
"My boy getting all ready to learn magic." She said as she walked over to him, "You know, I used to be an Adventurer. I'm quite good at Magic."
"I am well aware of your exploits." Daemon frowned, "Your power is subpar to the Demon Lords."
"Hm..." Celysse frowned, "What do you know of the Demon Lords?"
"You fool, for I am-" He started before Celyssa tapped him on the head
"Do not speak to your mother like that." She said with a pout, "I love you with all my heart, you know. It wounds me to hear my precious baby speak to me like that."
"Hmph...." Daemon looked to the side, "I am no ordinary child, woman. I will show you one day, when I grow strong enough and I make you my own."
"Hm?" Celyssa raised an eyebrow
"You will become my wife and I will show you what it means to be a slave to desires." Daemon said with a serious expression
Celysse sighed and hugged him, pressing his face against her rather large breasts, "This boy." She said softly, kissing his head, "You have quite the mouth on you. Stop speaking that way, Daemon. This family is all I have, you know? I have worked hard to have this, let's get along as a family. Please?"
Daemon blushed and pried himself free, "I have no time to worry about such mundane feelings." He said, "When the time comes, my great power will be required. And I will conquer those who've wronged me! I will grow stronger in this mortal coil, I will become the strongest that this land has seen and I will reclaim my place at the top!"
Celysse smiled, "Such a strange child." She said softly, "But who am I kidding? You are my son. You have such dreams."
Daemon pointed at her, "And one of those is making you mine!" He exclaimed, blushing still, "For you are a woman that I will conquer."
"And I shall have you for myself!!!"