Where am I?
Why is everything looking so blurry, and why am I hearing distorted voices?
"Congratulations, it's a boy!" A woman's voice sounded happy.
The lights were brightly dimmed, and I could only see parts of it moving around like I was just watching a thousand fireflies flying around in the sky so close to me. I wanted to say something, after all I felt like I was moving against my own will, and as much as I tried, no matter how hard I have given my all, I couldn't do anything but feel like the only thing I can do right now is move my limbs, and they also felt quite different from what I'm used to be. They felt small and light.
The distorted voices all sounded so distant, and apart from the lady that had just congratulated the one who must have given birth to a baby boy, as I was moving around not having a slightest idea what was happening, all the voices became so clear as day, even to the point that I could hear that these were all women.
Before my mind could even comprehend what was actually happening, I couldn't even begin to fathom the possibility of my new reality right now, a reality that I truly hope, by the grace of God, is nothing but just a dream that I use to have as a young boy who, after had read some fantasy novel, would often dream about.
I could hear myself groaning, and the main reason I did so was because I felt a little bit uncomfortable, like where I was wasn't a place I was supposed to be. I tried to move, but nothing worked. My feet couldn't even reach the floor, and the only thing I did was just worm myself to who knows where.
"Oh my lord, he's one slippery boy!" A woman's voice said, as she was trying to give off a laughter, but anymore could tell that she was forcing it.
I kept moving around from one place to another, and wherever I was all I could feel was something behind my back so cold touching me. Immediately I wanted to jump out of whatever that was, but to no avail, nothing happened to me.
"Can I see him, if you ladies wouldn't mind?" A woman asked nicely, more like she pleaded, and the way she sounded, it was as if she was either tired or she simply didn't have the strength to talk.
"Of course, and there's no need for you to ask so formally, after all he is your son." Another woman said.
The woman who said that really sounded like she was very close to me. Though I couldn't see her, but I could still hear the sound of her voice seem like it wasn't even that far, but it was just right close to me, and I could hear her breathing heavily so loudly, like she was trying hard to keep her breath.
As my vision got clearer at the beginning, the fireflies seemed to be hovering close to my eyes, blocking me to see things clearly. I fluttered my eyes, and everything that started off as bright was now becoming better, becoming a normal light.
I felt myself being handed over to someone, which felt really weird because that should be something impossible, knowing very well that I weighed some weight, but once that person touched me I felt her cold hands, and instead of fighting to be free from her, a second didn't even become a full minute and I found myself fidgeting in her arms like I was now getting settled comfortably, because I was.
The first thing I decided to do before doing anything else was wait for a few seconds, and once my sight cleared and I got my vision back, I could actually see where the hell am I?And what the hell is going on?
After my vision cleared, I looked around and found myself completely in a different place. More like the place I found myself in is a very old classic but stylish place. The ceiling hung with a chandelier that looked like it was one of those fancy, ever lasting trending glass like earrings.
Where am I?
I repeated that question to myself after carefully looking at scanning around the whole room, and I discovered that this isn't anything like I'd seen before, and I know I'm not that rich. I'm barely surviving, but I still couldn't afford this kind of treatment for myself, and speaking of treatment, what the hell happened to me, and why am I here?
That question struck me like it's been a question that I've been asking myself for a while now, and the funny thing is no matter how much I try to think back to recall or at least get something, nothing came to mind. My mind went completely blank, and the worst part of it all, I don't even remember yesterday.
What is the meaning of this?
Why am I not remembering anything?
What really happened to me that must have caused me to have this kind of trouble to remember?
I wondered to myself as I have run out of ways to make myself remember.
"Oh wow, he's beautiful, and he looks exactly like his father." The woman sounded more than happy, she wanted to cry.
I just heard myself grown like a baby, then I turned my attention to what was happening in front of me, and that's when I saw her, a young woman who looked like she was in her late thirties looking right at me. I didn't know her, nor did I understand how in the universe I found myself in her arms and looking at her.
I could have screamed, I could have literally done everything to get away from her, but something told me I shouldn't, and the second her eyes met mine I had that strange feeling of warmth in my heart.
"Hey handsome, I'm finally glad to meet you." She may have sounded tired, but her voice was filled with unwavering commitment of happiness.
From that alone something became clear to me. I may not have known this person before and I don't remember seeing her in my life, but after that right away I knew who she was.
She was my new mother.
And the second I realised that, I also realised something else.
Wait, this couldn't be possible?
Can it even happen that I might been... but how?
Questions flowed around in my head, many questions that I think I definitely knew the answer, but I was afraid to accept.
There was a huge possibility that what I'm squirming to even think as the truth, is actually the truth.
No, it couldn't possibly be that. I highly doubt it.
I gave myself a smirk, but I wasn't aware that it was that obvious that my new mother could see me.
"Wow, just on his first day he smiled at me. Something tells me that this child is no ordinary child, he is special." My new mom said.
I couldn't help but look at her, the way she was so beautiful, it's like she had just stepped out of a beauty catalogue. Her long orange hair, that was long but neatly tucked behind her, and her green eyes that looked at me with nothing but love and kindness, and her voice so motherly and comforting.
"Madam Holy, I hope you don't mind, but I just bought Lord Dionysus so he could see his son, after all he ordered me to tell him upon his son's birth." A woman respectfully looked down and avoided Holy, who I supposed is my new mother's name.
Before mom could say anything, and before I could even get the chance to see the man who I shall call my father as time goes by, all that was rudely interrupted.
As the woman who had presented herself happened to be an early woman who was way past her retirement age, but she was pushed aside by someone hostile.
"No husband of mine will see no Bastard Child as I, the first lady of this family, hasn't seen him first!" A cold but hostile voice cut through the whole room and made it feel like the stench of dead hung in the air.
I also couldn't help but raise my head, cause I was now interested to see this person's voice, and even before I could see her I felt this oppressing musk in the air, making me fear what came next.
The old woman didn't do anything but accept being pushed aside, and she kept her head down avoiding making contact with this lady, and it wasn't just her but everyone else in the room apart from my new mother.
This person finally stepped forward, and what came with wasn't just outwardly beauty, but the aura of danger and deadly intent pierced through.
A beautiful woman stood before us. Her hair was golden, her eyes were plush green, she had a long beautiful white dress with a stain of blood in her stomach, and with her she held a newborn baby girl who was just my age, and was resting peaceful.
"So this is the bastard child?" She didn't even look at me, let alone get to know me, but already she had decided to hate me.
"My son is no Bastard child, Ester. He is the one and only son of Dionysus, the next true heir of the Morningstar bloodline!" My mother stood up for me.
"Silence! You stupid servant, your bastard child is what I say he is!" Ester growled at my mother.
My mother wanted to say something, but after she saw who stood behind my so called evil stepmother Ester, she just humbled herself and retreated.
The person that made her do that was none other than Dionysus Morningstar himself, my father, and unlike his wife he didn't have that oppressing musk. His was demanding respect, and the aura was so powerful that it made everyone submissive.
He stepped forward, and he was one handsome God like looking man. He had a perfect chiseled face, his eyes were ocean blue, and he was tall like he stepped out of a beauty catalogue, and his black shiny short hair was neat comb back.
"Now listen, Ester, you may be my wife and you may have just given me a child that the prophecy perceives as the Hero to end all the suffering, but I won't allow you to tell me if whether I can see my child or not. Now step aside." Dad said, with his voice so strong and commanding.
"Yes, my love, please forgive me." Even the great and mighty Ester couldn't help but follow that order.
Dad started walking towards us, and I was looking at him. After all, I couldn't help but do so, he just commanded me.
He stood next to us.
"So this is my son?" He asked as he took me from my mother's arms.
"Yes, my Lord, I present to you, your son."Mom said with utmost respect.
Dad kept looking at me. I couldn't read his face, so I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but he was looking like he was both impressed and disgusted by the sight of me.
"We shall name him Lucifer Morningstar." Dad said as he looked at me, as if he was wondering if I like the name or not.
Wait a minute, Lucifer Morningstar? As in the big bad Lucifer?
I know he couldn't hear me, but I still couldn't help but wonder.
"Is that what you wish to name him, my Lord?" Mom looked down.
"Yes, my dear, I'm naming him that name because he is my bastard child, and from what the prophecy had revealed to me he is not even worthy to be my son, so as my wife had already told you he is what I say he is." Dad said with his voice so cold.
Excuse me?
I felt offended.
"And I curse this stupid child of yours not to amount to anything and be a servant to my daughter!" Ester stepped forward with a sinister smile.
What the fuck is happening?
I couldn't help but cry.
Dad handed me roughly to my mother. The way he handed me, it was the same as he just threw me back to her.
After they stepped out, my mother couldn't believe what just happened, so she looked at me with watery eyes.
So I'm a bastard child, and that witch's daughter is the hero? Great, talk about unfairness.
Already I was helpless in comforting my own mother, and as much as I felt defeated, I simply didn't expect what happened next.
A ping sound came out of nowhere.
And a message relayed in front of my eyes.
[ Congratulations, you have met all the required criteria ]
[ Before we even continue further, do you wish to accept or decline? ]
Accept or decline, what exactly?
[ You have 30 seconds to choose, and the time is running out ]
Fine, I accept.
I felt defeated.
Then the message dissolved before my eyes, and a new one came.
[ You have successfully accepted to be the host of the Holy System ]