Fire scorched the battlefield and blood of the fallen tainted the hands of mine, but I didn't feel a tinge of remorse for them.
The heavens cracked behind me, the ground shattered, streaks of red filled the sky as if bleeding. "I command you, in the name of ጮልቹዪጎፕⶴ ክ፱ረረጎነ, PERISH." As she finished her cast, the fiery battlefield was engulfed with a thick black sea of smoke which devoured all without showing a moment of discrimination. "This is the end for you."
The black soul burned from inside out in rage as the mist took in everything without judging their race or power. They couldn't do anything to wrang her soul back to hell, it was beyond their power. She had grown into something the world could call a calamity. And her name was...
Wake up, little one.
Huh? Where..am I? This feels..weird.
It was as if I was floating. I tried to open my eyes but couldn't. This place feels suffocating and hard to breathe. All my senses were shut off, like I was floating away in a never ending sea. I gasped for air, or at least tried to, my limbs were stuck together by something weird and sticky.
I struggled hard to set myself free. Wiggling my hands and feet in all directions and soon discovered that I was in a cage of some kind and my space which seemed to be infinite through senses alone was reduced to something a bit bigger than me.
I threw my limbs, which had come undone sometime after waking up, hard at the walls repeatedly.
Crack!
Its breaking! Rejoicing my successful attempts at this, I went full berserk in trying to break my way out of this soft cage.
KRK-SPLRRK!!!
The cage burst open and I fell forward face-first. Eating the dust, I opened my eyes, which was a bit hard still drenched in this sticky liquid and was instantly blinded by the ambient light. I was in a forest, which didn't appear very welcoming. My head still ached from the sleep deprived state I woke up in.
My eyes hurt when I tried to look around and lifted my hand to hold my head in pain when I felt a weird, hard boney structure which was thinning upwards. It was a - a horn?!
I touched my forehead again and again, and it really was there, a horn,
but why was I surprised? I didn't know, just the anxious feeling that it shouldn't be there. I checked out my body, I am.....N-NA-NAKED?!?!
Faster than light, I covered up my curves and features. Tch. I tried to look around, fighting the sensory overload. I tried to get up but my feet didn't agree otherwise and all of a sudden I was against the impending sensation of drowsiness. Not again..I thought before my eyes fell shut and I dropped to the ground, though I thought, I saw 2 figures approaching but my vision was too much of a haze to make out their features.
Weak.
Wronged.
Deal.
Power.
Rule.
With those words from an unknown yet familiar voice came in a flood of images. I saw a Black sea of silence. Quiet and chaotic at the same time, ready to eat away anything that tries to swim in it.
Under it was a single girl, withering in pain and shaking. It was - me?
I was holding something in my hand, several somethings. As my vision closed in on myself, I opened my hands, I was holding colourful seeds, but they held malice within them, I could sense it. My body looked at then for a while before throwing them in all directions around me. I saw the seeds dropping to the ground and 8 shadows taking root from the seeds into the floor and stand facing my body in the center.
Begone. Demanded the voice and suddenly I was yanked from the vision.
"Dear, are you awake?" said a female moth like humanoid creature in front of me. She had 2 horns growing from her forehead and 2 giant wings folded behind her, in the corner hanging was a much more bolder creature who looked like from the same species.
"Fear not, we...are your parents." She said softly and the warmth it carried reached me adequately. My tense shoulders instantly relaxed and I was much calmer.
.
"Auu?" was all I could say. "Aaagrrro Auouar" where am I? Whyy can't I speak??! I tried to say that to the best of my ability but all that came out was babblings of a 6 month baby from a girl whose body was about the same dimensions of that of a 7 year old girl. I stared at the two in awe as the woman (who was my mother apparently) smiled, kissed me on the forehead and left while I was neatly tucked in this vine woven-like blanket like a burrito.
.
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It has been around 2 months since I was 'born' from a cocoon. I learnt to talk a bit but still have a bit of trouble when saying things fast. I was a demon moth, like my parents but also a kind of unusual. Instead of 2 horns like all other demons, I was born with only one, and it too had a white undersurface which stuck out like a sore thumb from the crack like pattern my horn possessed. People say it is a curse and that even the hell-princes had forsaken me. But that wasn't the only reason for their strong belief. Even though I was of demon-kind, born from a death-cocoon in the darkest and miasma bathed area of the forest, I had no miasma within me.
My parents, Zores and Tiule are the most incredible people I had ever seen but I know, that deep down, they too despise my existence as their last child and the one to carry the lineage. Demons, after all can only meet twice to produce offspring and on a lucky event, one cocoon can house twins. I learned that I had an older brother who was killed in a attack by the heaven-born and I was their last heir. Sucks to be me, I guess. They will never openly say it to my face anyway.
Thinking about all this, I decided to take a stroll for a change of pace. There was this lake I went to everyday which was right beside my hatching area and I love it so much. Oh, the beauty and calmness of this lake is second to none. I laid at my usual rock and tried to sleep, when suddenly my mind tensed and alarmed.
Be on guard, something is coming.
Okay dude, relax, by the way, he is this strange voice of my mind which pretty much guided me through dangers and warnings. I think my heart, being on a diet devoid of friendship and lack of familiar interaction tricked my mind to hallucinate to create a voice who acts as my guardian angel of sort. Kind of funny, like the "imaginary friend Syndrome" or something. I want to have him a name, referring to it by 'the voice' is weird.
Hey, how about I call you Noton?
. . . . .
No reply? Hmmph, have it your way, I thought angrily as I continued to walk. I felt a small burning pain across my exposed skin, that's when I noticed I went in too deep in the forest and crossed into Zephr's Field, a large area drenched with Miasma so thick, even your average demon would struggle to live here. This was like a forbidden area for us demon-born. No matter how many heaven calls we used to call upon the heaven-born for their holy-cleansing magic, this place never cleared. Just when I was about to turn back, a long tentacle pierced through the thick Miasma and wrapped around me. Given my frail body, I couldn't offer any resistance and was yanked deep into the Miasma.
"It hurts!", I screamed but my voice was too frail to make a impact. I tried to flap my wings in the opposite direction but couldn't do anything. The grip became tighter as it dragged me even deeper.
The thick Miasma started to take its toll on me, my skin was burnt and melting, I started to lose strength and grip on my consciousness.
Stay Awake.
Noton commanded me and I instantly opened my eyes. That's right, I cannot die here. I opened my eyes but they too started burning. The pain was too intense and the tentacle was still dragging me deep. I can't do this anymore! Make it stop! Please! Somebody!
"ARRRGGGG!!!! STOPPPP!?!!!!!" I screamed at the stop of my lungs.
Then suddenly the arm stopped. No, not only the arm, it felt like, the whole world stopped...what?
Seed of Sloth-acknowledged.
Authority of the Sleeping Ruler acquired: CEASE.
Growth Stage: Newborn Seed.