《She, the one (old)》


 Chapter one: One of me

    Let me tell you something. Yes, I admit I¡¯m strange. I do have strange hobbies for a girl. I also admit I¡¯m not womanly. Well I¡¯m still 14 years old, sorry if I have no breasts and backside. I really hate when people try to pity me. Just what the hell is wrong with them? Usually I don¡¯t care but it feels awful when they say it out loud.


    Afterall, here I am. A short 14yr old girl living with his father in the woods. No, not that far away, the city is about 1 hour by car. I attend school there. It¡¯s not that bad, but we had no chance. My mother was a singer and was murdered by some gang because she refused to marry one of them. Yeah, it does not make any sense. The world and the stupid humans in it I mean. We¡¯re kinda in a witness protection program. We didn¡¯t have much money, and the government doesn¡¯t fear thugs. Sucks for us.


    My father is a biologist, or I should say was. After mother¡¯s death, he quit. He currently looks like a canadian bear hunter. I¡¯m not sure it¡¯s a passable definition. Since he hates to meet people other than me, he only hunts. Well, free food if nothing else. He even taught me how to.


    Yes, it¡¯s hard to imagine a 14 year old, small girl with a huge hunting rifle. To give you some numbers I¡¯m 142 cm. The remington is 108 cm. Not sure if it¡¯s scary or funny. It was really hard to get used to it, but now it¡¯s a piece of cake.


    Also, I quite like gutting animals. Yes, I know it¡¯s disgusting.


    I have some money in spare from the animal parts I sold at the city. The market is a good place to sell anything. There are no gangsters or crazy men in this town. That¡¯s why we were moved here. At least that¡¯s what they said, but I already have to reputation of the ¡°robber killer¡±. No I¡¯m not a murderer. It¡¯s just exaggeration. I broke a few bones though.


    It¡¯s not like I¡¯m crazy strong or a martial artist or anything. Well, I¡¯m stronger than a girl, but nowhere near a full grown man. Even if two normal thugs surround me with knives, a bit of a resolve and a telescopic baton can solve anything. Amateur fighting has two rules: longer weapon and no hesitation.


    Thinking through I do seem like a boy. Short hair, no feminine sings, manly hobbies. Shit¡­


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    While thinking strange things I arrive at home after a long day in school. I¡¯m not good at learning. As usual since there is nothing to do (at least nothing I want to do) at home, I grab my rifle given to my by father on my 13 birthday. He knows everything about animals, plants and hunting, still not good at practical things. Well, let¡¯s blow out some steam.


    After a few hours I finally find some game. A rabbit. Will worth some change. Only the shoemaker uses leather for repair nowadays though. Maybe if I made some bows and sell it? No it takes too much time and they only use bows for sport, it won¡¯t compare to those.


    Boom, I hear a loud gunshot. I won¡¯t catch anything this way.. After a few seconds I hear rustling and a man talking.


    (Random hunter) ¡°He said bush but which bush dammit. Why do I always have to look for them.¡± He said, but by that time I was already on the ground, unable to breathe.


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    Oh shit¡­ I died? Oh.. Shit¡­ It hurts. It hurts so much I want to cry. But I can¡¯t. It seems I¡¯m not dead. I can still think. Even if it hurts like hell so I can¡¯t concentrate. Focus, you got it girl, you are still alive, since you can think. That means¡­ Ahughh¡­


    In a dark, cold emptiness I cry in pain, for god knows how long. I lost my sense of time. It hurts. Just let me die already. I¡¯m not a believer but if heaven, afterlife or whatever exist, just come already. I force myself to use my head too keep my sanity.


    If I die, I have one last wish. Please let my father live a normal life. I don¡¯t want him to break again.


    After some time the pain decreases. It still hurts but it¡¯s nothing compared to father¡¯s. He will die of hunger I think. He won¡¯t even leave his room. There is a week worth of food in the fridge. Yesterday I cooked some meat soup. But he won¡¯t eat it if I¡¯m not there. Please be selfish for once. I beg you.


    Crying in my heart I make another wish.


    ¡®In my next life I don¡¯t want to forget about anything that¡¯s important.¡¯


    Thus, my pain ended.

 Chapter two: Another me?

    I wake up in an unknown room. My head hurts. I can¡¯t think of anything.


    After a few minutes of struggling in pain, my head starts to clear out. I try to look around the room but I only find grimy walls and a small door made of metal bars. Now I remember. I remember being in squalor, beaten by the humas in an alley. But.. I don¡¯t remember my name, or how I got here.


    And then I get confused. I remembered something else. I remember hunting for prey in a forest, only to vent my anger. But.. I¡¯m a humas? Or what¡¯s happening?


    I try looking at my body, only to discover my filthy skin is mildly red colored and I have rudiment wings. One of them is missing some of it and bleeding. I feel that it hurts, but I''m used to it.


    But thinking through, the two myself I remember are very different. So different one of them is from another world? How, and why? Still, none of them are me, yet both of them are. I can only understand that because the earth me was clever, but she had bad anamnesis. I know I¡¯m in the other one¡¯s world.


    I¡¯m a demon. My body is. And a blood demon at that. The color gives it away. Not sure what species. I don¡¯t know my parents and a humas orphanage took me in. They fear my color for some reason. They said I would probaly be killed if found outside of town.


    ¡°Shit happens but I can¡¯t look at myself like any of my memories. They feel alien, not me.¡±


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    When the shades in front of my ¡°¡°door¡±¡± starts to disappear a humas comes and throws some kind of bread near me. He repeats this at the other cells.


    ¡°I¡¯ll be sold as a slave, won¡¯t I?¡± I ask myself quietly. I don¡¯t expect response but the humas turns to me. He stares at my body for a while.


    ¡°If you are lucky, you will be some pervert¡¯s dress up doll. It¡¯s not pleasant, but better than the ones who like to torture demons. But no matter what don¡¯t try to run away. You will regret it, I say it from experience.¡± He points at his neck, with a huge burn. The burn reads ¡°¡°slave¡±¡±.


    ¡°If you are obedient and try to earn favors you might get a tolerable job like me. 3 cheap meals a day and a job. How old are you anyway?¡±


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    He looks at me with his brown and worn eyes. He gave up life already. He¡¯s tall and slim, and limping when he moves. Some kind of reason I find myself clinging to the metal bars.


    ¡°I¡¯m¡­ 6 years old¡­¡± At least my body. With both lives I¡¯m 20 probably? Not sure how I should count it.


    I myself find my voice charming. Strange. Instincts maybe? His eyes shows some pity. First expression he showed.


    ¡°6 year old demon girl¡­ Adorable voice, lovely body. You will worth a lot. I pray for the best.¡±


    He turns and walks away, not even looking back. It¡¯s understandable. No one with morals could do such a thing, but he won¡¯t risk his life for petty thing like morals. He was a slave too long for that.


    I try to peek in other cells but I can¡¯t see anyone. Judging from the voices they are all children. Crying, sleeping, munching on the rock hard bread we got. I can¡¯t eat. I¡¯m neither hungry nor able to in this smell of excrement and filth.


    I just realized, we don¡¯t have water. I don¡¯t need water for weeks, but don¡¯t the humas die without it in days?


    Shifting my senses I heard the guy coming again and water splashing on the ground. After some time I hear a bucket hitting the ground, and then splashes. This repeats a few times until I¡¯m the next in the line. A thin, square shaped bucket hits the ground, he pushes it in, between the iron bars. He¡¯s still holding it with one arm.


    ¡°Hurry up please¡± He says. I crawl closer in the slight darkness and put my hands in the half empty bucket. I take a sip using my hands, then push it back. It''s full of dirt.


    ¡°Thanks¡± I say. He lifts the bucket in surprise.


    ¡°You were crying and trembling in the corner for weeks, not eating or drinking, let alone speaking. I thought you would die.¡± His voice is indifferent, but I can see that he¡¯s pitying me.


    He goes back to continue his job, then leaves again. Since the others had to come to the front to drink, I saw one of them. In the cell in front of me there is a humas girl about 16 year old. She would be adorable without the mud and filth on her.

 Chapter three: Lady fate

    Have I mentioned how boring is being held in a 2 m


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    cell? I have some mud to talk to but it does not seem like a good partner. Talking about my room. I trampled myself a bed. That¡¯s basically hard mud. Much better. I also tried communicating with the rock walls. They don¡¯t seem to like me.


    I have no window. Talking between cells is forbidden. I don¡¯t want to get beaten by guy. He seems nice if you don¡¯t piss him off.


    For two days I had nothing to do. Free food and shelter. Easy life. Perfect. To not go insane I tried to recollect my memories of this world.


    There are two continents, a small one that hosts 6 humas and a demi-humas country. Humas hate demons but likes demi-humas. Demi-humas are indifferent to everyone, but they are aggressive when angry. The demon country was destroyed centuries ago by humas and they are hated for their power and instincts. The only difference between demi-humas and demons is that demons are more demon-like and scary while the demi-humas are animal like and cute.


    Humas are.. Strange¡­


    The other continent hosts demonic beasts, elves and dragons. At least that¡¯s what we know. They have fix territory, and don¡¯t like outsiders. Even humas don¡¯t dare to attack them. Note to self: dragons are scary. In the old stories many demons fled there to live secluded.


    There are demons everywhere on this continent, but usually they hide themselves if outside the demi-humas country. Most of them are unrecognisable anyway.


    After two days finally something happened. I wish it didn¡¯t. Guy came following a few armed men. And a well fed man. No I¡¯m not prejudicial but he¡¯s the evil boss. Or customer¡­ Whatever¡­


    (Guy) ¡°Every one of you, stand where we can see you well!¡± Came the order from the guy. He holds a lamp. The lamp is strange, it has no flame. Magic lamp? Isn¡¯t that very expensive? This is bad.


    I sit myself in front of the bars, my back to the wall. I hold my eyes on my feet. They are still in my field of view where I can still see them, but I don¡¯t want to look in their eyes. That¡¯s a bad thing to do.


    The check everyone, one by one. Sometimes I hear a whip slash, and crying sounds.


    And they arrived here. He does not look good. I don¡¯t want to be picked by him. Please¡­


    After they look at me for a while, they exchange some words I don¡¯t like. He asked my number. And they went further to check the other slaves. Now, I¡¯m really afraid.


    I hear them ask the slave¡¯s numbers 3 times. 31 is me, 32 is the girl in front of me, 42 is someone I don¡¯t know of. At least he did not pick me because he came to buy a demon to torture. Still there is a chance of torture.


    They walk away just as they came. Quick and not caring about morals. Just as I was almost relieved, guy came back and opened my cell door. There is a keyhole on its top and something between the bars. I couldn¡¯t see it from the inside. A stronger humas probably could kick it in.


    If I knew that before¡­


    (Guy) ¡°Just do as I say and it will be fine¡± Guy said this, but I could see in his face. My fate is much worse than the most worse he said. You can¡¯t lie to these eyes.


    I nod heavily and follow him. The white haired girl from the opposite cell, yes, white, not blonde, and a smaller cat beastkin girl are the other two sacrifices. The first one is guy, I¡¯ll run at the first chance leaving them here.


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    We are led to a small room that¡¯s clean, at least compared to our cells and has a water tank. Great, I have to wash myself in front of guy. White girl is in a worse position though. She has some nice curves.


    After a few minutes of humiliation, or should I say demiliation, we are given some normal clothes. Don¡¯t dare say we¡¯re already bought¡­ Don¡¯t¡­


    We do as they say, and follow guy. Before I realize we are standing in a lounge looking place in a line, the wellfed is sitting in a couch in front of us.


    I see a window in the corner of my eyes, it leads outside. Escape path check. 2 bodyguards, they wear armors so I outrun them, check. No mage-looking person in the vicinity. Check. Interrupting my thoughts the wellfed starts to talk.


    (Wellfed) ¡°They seem good for their prices, but I¡¯m not sure I can afford all of them.¡± A little hope for me, maybe?


    (Slave dealer) ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but their prices are fix. The child is 12 gold, the woman is 18 and the demon is 85¡± The wellfed seems like he is surprised. Guy is the same.


    (Wellfed) ¡°They are all quite pricey, but that¡¯s a really expensive demon there. That¡¯s five fully grown men, or three veterans. What are her benefits?¡± At this I¡¯m also surprised.


    (Slave dealer) ¡°She is a demon that we could not define, so she¡¯s of rare species. She¡¯s young, attractive, and intelligent. Since she is red skinned, she¡¯s also usable for combat. All in one, she is perfect and can be trained for anything.¡±


    ¡®Hey, If you offer this much even I would buy myself! Don¡¯t lie just to get rid of me!¡¯ I screamed in my mind.


    (Wellfed) ¡°Isn¡¯t she aggressive? She¡¯s a demon. Won¡¯t she attack me?¡± At least he is concerned.


    (Slave Dealer) ¡°She was submissive the whole time, never caused any problem, but if you want to torture her, tie her down well and I would recommend not freeing her afterwards. Demons are intelligent but easily lose their minds and there is no turning back¡±


    Hey, is this something you should discuss in front of me? Moreover don¡¯t even discuss about things like that! And that bastard nods! I¡¯m so gonna run if he buys me.


    I let myself look frightened on the outside. It¡¯s too hard to contain.


    (Wellfed) ¡°Okay. I¡¯ll buy her.¡± The other two sighs in relief and almost collapse hearing that. ¡®Bastards!¡¯


    And I just realised I can¡¯t run yet. That window is a magic window. It has some weird vibration. It seems I¡¯m pretty fucked in all sense.


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    She looks something like this at the moment. Only more demon,red skin and smaller horns.(the cover for reference) Google it.


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 Chapter four: Lady fate #2

    I realised my mind is working differently my memories would predict. It feels like I don¡¯t know myself.


    Oh! I got new accessories. A nice anti-magic wristlet and a weight on my left foot. It looks like I¡¯m left handed. Good to know.


    They make me follow wellfed to a nice looking carriage. This is not even the middle ages¡­ He asks my name, but I don¡¯t answer. I thought he will beat me, but he didn¡¯t.  My wings regenerated already, it¡¯s convenient, but hurts like hell.


    Oh don¡¯t think I¡¯m in the carriage. I¡¯m towed after it. It goes faster than I can walk, but after a while I stood on the leg-weight and surf. We¡¯re travelling on a forest road, so it¡¯s not a problem if no one sees me.


    After a long travel the sun goes down. The guards make a small camp and cook food. No, I don¡¯t get any of it. It smells bad so I don¡¯t mind.


    I wake up in at night. Time to run away. The whole way my and its own weight was rubbing the chain on the ground. I grab the chain on my leg and easily break it.  I try the same on the bracelet, but it won¡¯t budge. Good thing there is no such thing as slave magic, but this probably has something to track me. I lift the weight and try to drop it on the bracelet. It¡¯s useless and my hands are crushed. Oh well..


    An hour later I hear some rustles. Rustles are bad, I know.


    Ten armed men surrounds us. I try to hide but I can¡¯t find anywhere to. I finally give up and sit down. One, two, two cuts. I hear the sound of cutting flesh and bones breaking. The guards too. The remaining two raises their weapons and shouts to wake up everyone.


    Two other guard shows up from the tents. Four guards against ten bandits.  No, I won¡¯t fight. They won¡¯t torture me this way at least.


    The fight starts and sparks fly everywhere. Since the guards are in disadvantage they are standing in a half circle in front of the carriage. A horizontal slash comes, the guard deflects it, but another bandit already stabbed him. This is not even a fight, in my opinion. The other three seems better¡­ After exchanging some hits they manage to kill two bandits.


    (Stupid Guard number 1) ¡°If you let us pass we will leave our belongings here. How does that sound?¡± Hey bastard you think after a night raid they let you live? And I know you count me as a belonging!


    The toughest looking bandit, probably the leader smirks, and steps in front of him. The guard offers his hand, but the bandit cuts it off. Nice one.


    (Burlok) ¡°I¡¯m Burlok and I own this place. Don¡¯t dare to ask for forgiveness after you don¡¯t pay the toll.¡±


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    (Me) ¡°What?¡± I ask accidentally. They all stare at me. Except the guy without hands.


    (One of the bandits) ¡°Cut these fuckers and we¡¯ll have some fine woman tonight!¡± Oh god¡­ I just can¡¯t follow these dumb assholes. My fate is became a dark one though.


    All the bandits cheered up and attacked the remaining guard not minding damaging the loot. Sorry guard. They cut him under seconds and ram the carriage. They bondage the wellfed and quickly start pillaging. They want me that much huh¡­ I¡¯m wet. No, I¡¯m seriously wet. I¡¯m not an M or anything, probably some demon instincts. Strange.


    After checking everything the leader comes in front of me. He sends my two voluntary bodyguards away. He grabs butt and lifts me.


    (Burlok) ¡°Hey sweetie, I¡¯m gonna play with you a little ok?¡± He said with a charming tone. I¡¯m not that dumb OK?


    (The great me) ¡°Oh, I don¡¯t mind, but if you are seriously stupid enough to fall for this trap, then just die all I care.¡± This agitates his interest, gotcha.


    (Burlok) ¡°What do you mean?¡± His tone changed to serious.


    (The clever(er) me) ¡°Don¡¯t you think this was too easy? You know what, since I¡¯m in a bad negotiating position let me give you a good proposal. I¡¯ll tell you about the trap, in exchange you take me in. I¡¯m not that stupid to believe you won¡¯t rape me, but if they all go through me I¡¯m not sure I¡¯ll stay sane. If you promise me that only you, as the leader will use me and no one else, I¡¯m fine with that. As a red skinned demon I¡¯m quite sure I can reduce your numbers quite a bit if I go insane. How does that sound?¡± I just came up with that, probably has some holes in it, but I can just kill them anyways...


    He starts to think deeply. Maybe he¡¯s clever? Just don¡¯t think too deeply. After a while he nods.


    (Burlok) ¡°The guys will be mad, but I¡¯ll promise you none of them will touch you. I like you, and your guts, and it seems you are the same as us, or you wouldn¡¯t want to join. You have the same blood in your veins. Welcome to the brotherhood, sister.¡±


    Ah, he¡¯s an idiot.


    He puts me down, and walks to the others. After a while I hear swearing and some fighting noises, but I just stare at the back of that guy. ¡®Maybe he is a good guy in strange circumstances?¡¯ My instincts started to burn, I could not understand my body. Just what am I feeling?

 Chapter five: Im myself, yet not (+18)

    (Burlok) ¡°Are you sure this is the only way, sister?¡± Burlok asks from me worriedly. Is he a siscon or something?


    After explaining him that every magic item in the carriage can be traced, he basally treats me like his sister. Is this guy crazy? They can¡¯t recognize which are magic item, so I helped them. Not that there was any.


    If I look at him better it seems he has some strange aura. Is he also a demon? That¡¯s why he seems so strange with me. Or maybe he wants to win me over? He¡¯s very strict with the other bandits though.


    (Me) ¡°This is the only way to remove it. Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ve been worse before. And stop calling me sister, it¡¯s annoying and your underlings will look down on you.¡± Some act will help earn his trust, maybe.


    (Burlok) ¡°I¡¯ll remember it, but I still don¡¯t know your name¡±


    (Me) ¡°I don¡¯t have one. Just call me demon like others. And don¡¯t speak, do it already.¡± At least none of my previous names are mine. I bite on my teeth, and brace myself.


    He holds my arms down and with two straight motion cuts both my thumbs off. As expected of a bandit. No mercy for me. I manage to hold my voice in, and pull my hands out of the bracelet.


    He grabs my arms again and laps them up with cloth. He¡¯s trying to much. No one will believe you are like this.


    (Burlok) ¡°Can¡¯t even imagine how you can endure that¡±


    (Me) ¡°I can¡¯t¡± I said simply and sat down. The wound will heal in a day but it won¡¯t regrow for months, maybe more.


    Some of the group watched this from the background, but I don¡¯t care. A hard way to earn some respect.... I manage to stand up, but since I can¡¯t help, I just wait for them to finish. Sometimes I point at a magic item, and say that it¡¯s a tracked one. Not that I can determine. Even the bandits are thanking me. Just what kind of pussies are they?


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    For a week staying with them, I helped them robbing two times. I was not too useful without thumbs, but acting as a trap, I helped them. And only one of them tried to rape me. I kicked his balls to the stars by the way. He was beaten up by his own friends afterwards.


    And here I¡¯m. A week after started playing bandit. My instincts have finally gone uncontrollable. At midnight I went to Burlok¡¯s room. Not even understanding why, I slowly climbed on his front, and kissed him.


    To that he wakes up. This is the first moment I feel intense bloodlust coming from him, but I don¡¯t care. I can¡¯t care. I put my tongue deep in his mouth, slowly playing with his. I strongly embrace him while he tries to push me, but I don¡¯t let go. I feel my body slowly changing, but I don¡¯t mind it.


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    Since he¡¯s still trying to push me down I let his mouth go and look deeply in his eyes. I can tell he¡¯s scared, but that only makes me even more horny. I bite deeply in his neck, by instinct.


    I see him slowly stop struggling and even enjoying my kisses. I let my hold go, and he embraces me just as I did before. He turns us over, he¡¯s being on the top. Neither of us saying a single world, I let him act. He puts one of his hands on my vagina and starts to play with it. The lewd sounds I make turn me more and more on. I¡¯m crazy wet. After both of us ready he slowly puts it in, and starts to move. After it went in once, he does not hold back, and starts to move as he likes, making me grasp the bed. Blood and fluids both come out of me, but my head starts to turn crazy. I let my instincts control me the whole night, biting and scratching more and more.


    When I wake up in the morning, my mind is still hazy after my ¡°¡±other self¡±¡± took over. I remember most of it though. After checking my surroundings I find a lot of blood on the bed. Some of it is mine, but most of it not. I put my head over his chest and hear his heart beating. He¡¯s alive. Good. If he were humas he would be dead probably¡­


    I notice changes on my body. I don¡¯t look like a little girl anymore, my body is a 15-16 year old¡¯s. I also feel myself much stronger than before, and a new strange power. Is that magic? I check my hands, and my thumbs are back.


    I quickly got up and went to a table. Not caring what was on the papers, i started writing on one of them.


    ¡¸Dear Burlok,


    I¡¯m very glad that you helped me that day, and I can¡¯t express my gratitude towards you. Still, I¡¯m sorry for all the troubles that I¡¯ve caused. Be safe. I hope fate let us meet again.


    -Your sister, Red¡¹


    I left the hideout, not even knowing where to go. I just walked forward not understanding myself. It¡¯s not that I had any feelings towards him. My instincts don¡¯t let me feel towards people. The only reason I left hurriedly, because I has no idea what to do with my life from now on. I have no home, no parents, no ambitions. I¡¯m afraid if I stay in one place I''ll lose my meaning. I have to go and find the meaning of my life for myself.


    And no one will stop me.

 Chapter six: Clinging to a hairbreadth

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    At the moment my daily routine is similar to my human life¡¯s. I lost my sense of time somewhere, tell me if you find it. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention whats the difference between humans and humas. The potential to use magic. That¡¯s all.


    I wake up, and try to go to the city. The guards won¡¯t let me through. They send me away every day, but I still try to go in. If they remember my face they might let me in. Or at least talk to me.


    The demi-humas country is too far away to just go there without proper preparing, and I need to go shopping in the town to do that.


    Yeah, pretty stupid after claiming nothing will stop me. Let¡¯s just not think about the past.


    Anyway, after I¡¯m sent away, I go hunt. I¡¯m quick and strong so I catch small game with my hands. I can¡¯t use magic yet, so no fire. The sticks trick won¡¯t work, believe me, I tried. The bandits were always keeping one fire lit, since they had no mages. ?A tenth of the humas should be able to use basic magic tough.


    After I skin them with some sharpened stones I made, I munch on the animals as they are. There is no fridge, so I only catch what I eat. I don¡¯t have to eat much by the way. But today is a different day. I made some wooden spears yesterday to catch some real game. My hunting past helps me little, I know where to aim.


    Searching for victims, I spot a nice deer near a pond. I quietly sneak closer and throw the spear. It goes trough the poor animal¡¯s heart, and beyond. I¡¯m sure this is why demons are feared.


    I slowly walk next to it, and start to skin it. It has a nice skin, and the antler should worth something. After I¡¯m done with the skinning I immediately wash it¡¯s inside in the pond. Not sure if it will help, but I don¡¯t want to worsen it¡¯s worth. Finishing that, I improvise a triangular backpack from sticks and tendrils, and put it in. It¡¯s surprisingly useful if you know how to braid. I go back and gut the deer. I finally get what I came for, tendons. I¡¯ll make real bows later.


    I never seen anyone here using bows. They probably don¡¯t know how to make it. A good bow and arrow easily penetrates iron armor. The best ones even chainmail. Not that I can make one of those. I strain them in long sticks. Even if I mess up one, I¡¯ll have another. I bind the sticks with tendons to the right side of my backpack, one by one. This way even if i put it down on the ground it won¡¯t mess them up. I eat some of the meat, just as it is. I¡¯m a demon, even if it¡¯s disgusting, I feel that it tastes better this way. Let¡¯s just ignore my common sense.


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    I take of my clothes I got from the bandits. It was a simple woman¡¯s clothing, but when I grew I had to fix it with some hide, and it looked awful, so I covered the whole in hide. Now it looks like a casual hide armor, but there is cloth inside so it¡¯s not that bad to wear. I had to use the dress I got from the slave trader to finish the inside. It was a cheap child dress but I liked it.


    I wash myself in the pond, my wings are a little hard to wash but I somehow manage it.


    I feel like I¡¯m being watched. Probably just my imagination...


    When I¡¯m ready and dressed, i take my backpack and go back to my chosen tree. I say chosen tree but it¡¯s actually a normal tree that I use as home. I climb up quickly and inside the foliage I see my not so well-made home. I have some planks to walk on, a makeshift wooden bed, a cabinet and a shelf. The best is that you can¡¯t see in from the outside thanks to the thick foliage. I have no idea what kind of tree is this.


    I treat the tree gently in exchange for the shelter. I did not break even one twig, or rip of any leaves. If I have some left over water or guts I burrow it next to it¡¯s roots. Happy nature, happy me.


    Still, basically the tree is my only talking partner right now¡­ Do I count as an elf now?


    I hang the tendom-sticks on a branch and put the hide on the shelf. After emptying it I put the backpack next to the bed.


    I carve a comb from a twig in my freetime. My hair got long, and it¡¯s deep red. Just like my eyes. I had to do something with my hair every day or it got in the way. I brush and grasp it with the comb from now on. In my opinion it looks quite good this way.


    While doing these useless things the rest of the time in the day goes away. I rest on my bed, waiting for a tomorrow.

 Chapter seven: Trying to be me

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    It¡¯s not even the evening when I¡¯m awaken from my nap. I hear loud steps, three pairs to be exact.


    (Man 1) ¡°I told you it¡¯s bullshit. There were no dead travellers reported so there is no way there are demons in this forest Char¡± One of them said this to the woman.


    (Char*) ¡°It¡¯s not like we could refuse the request, Phol, but I also think it¡¯s better if we don¡¯t have to fight them.¡± There is a clear relief in her voice. Are they after me?


    (Man 3) ¡°Let¡¯s just go home. It¡¯s almost evening, we won¡¯t find anything anyways¡­¡±


    (Char) ¡°Not you too!¡± She sighs angrily. ¡°I don¡¯t care anymore. Let¡¯s head home for now, we can continue tomorrow.¡±


    (Phol & Man 3) ¡°No way.¡±


    They stop a little, wait for the woman to take out a paper. She puts her finger in some kind of ink cartridge, and draws an X on one part of it.


    Is that a map? That means the X is where I¡¯m. Let¡¯s memorize the map.


    As I inspect it, I find it hardly recognisable, since it¡¯s hand drawn. Maybe if I draw maps that would worth a lot. Even I draw better than that.


    She blows it a few times then puts it away.


    (Man 3) ¡°I want to eat meat tonight. The mush they have at the inn is inedible.¡±


    (Phol*) ¡°You wish. You are too poor to eat thing like that. And don¡¯t complain about a free meal. You should be glad it comes with the room¡±


    (Char) ¡°We all know you only stay there cause¡¯ you like the innkeeper¡¯s daughter. Confess her already and you¡¯ll have free food and lodging you cheap bastard.¡±


    At her comment both of them are laughing. I quickly jump down from the tree on the other side, and slowly sneak away.


    I have an idea. If I bribe them, I might be able to go inside. I run through the forest, and under 10 minutes I manage to catch two rabbits. I break their necks so they are not kicking. Following their trails I manage to catch up with them. Quickly sneaking in front of them, I stand up and casually walk towards them with the rabbits in my hands.


    The moment they notice me they wave their hands at me, but after recognising my skin color, they all grab their weapons. The woman shouts first. It seems she is the one wearing the pants here.


    (Char) ¡°You demon! Stop there and drop your weapons!¡±


    I obediently stop and look at the rabbits. I forgot to bring weapons. Great.


    (Me) ¡°Are you robbing me?¡± I ask trying to sound afraid.


    (Char) ¡°No. I¡¯m Charlot Ferrand, mercenary. Our task is to locate and kill a dangerous demon.¡±


    (Me) ¡°I live here and never seen any dangerous demon here.¡±


    Keeping me in check they slowly walk closer with raised weapons. I don¡¯t move so they manage to surround me in seconds. It seems they are not friendly.


    (Man 3) ¡°She¡¯s talking about you!¡± He says. Annoying.


    (Charlot*) ¡°You just shut up. And you demon. Are you saying you are not attacking others?¡±


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    I tilt my head in confusion. Are they enemies or not? Decide it already! They are trying to look me in the eyes, failing miserably. Not sure it¡¯s my or the food¡¯s fault.


    (Me) ¡°Why would I?¡± It seems if I manage to act cool I can still bribe them. They all look hungry. A hungry humas is a stupid humas.


    Charlot puts down her weapons, and motions to the others. The men both are on their guard just in case. She walks directly in front of me measuring me. I try to smile a little and hold the rabbits in front of her with one hand.


    (Me) ¡°Care to accompany me in dinner? I¡¯m quite lonely nowadays¡±


    She¡¯s trying to refuse, but looking at the rabbits, her stomach wins. She nods with a smile. Not so good looking, if I have to say. She¡¯s tall for a female, and has developed muscles. Her face is average, and with that body she can pass as a guy. Ordinary dark hair, like most of them.


    The leather armor makes her even less appealing. I¡¯m not the one to say anything though.


    (Charlot) ¡°We¡¯ll gladly accept your offer. Meat is rare in the town. The normal forests are reserved for the nobles, and this place is full of beasts. You can¡¯t hunt if you are hunted. By the way, what your name?¡±


    Ah! So that¡¯s why I see no humans here. I¡¯ve never seen any beast here. They probably ran away from me. I want to try eating one of them.


    I got disgusted from my own thoughts. Great. Let¡¯s ignore it.


    ¡°I don¡¯t have one, but you can call me Red.¡± She looks at me with strange eyes. Yes, I have zero naming sense. Names should be given by others anyways¡­


    I lead them to a glade. Yes we are going to cook the meat, they are humas afterall. I learn their names during our short trip. The one they name as Phol, is Phol Arnaut. The other man, the one I dislike, is called Garrett Edun.


    Their names has meaning, unlike in a modern world, they care about that. They wouldn¡¯t tell me the meanings for some kind of reason.


    They improvise a fireplace while I¡¯m skinning the animals. Chalot tries to talk to me, but I only answer in a few words. It seems if I want to bribe others in the future, I¡¯ll have to develop my conversation skills. It¡¯ll be hard.


    (Charlot) ¡°What kind of magic can you use?¡± I¡¯m not sure she tries to be friendly or interrogate me.


    (Me) ¡°I was not taught magic. I have some magic power, but I¡¯m unable to use it.¡±


    (Charlot) ¡°How do you live in this forest then? Isn¡¯t it dangerous?¡±


    (Me) ¡°I live with the trees and I¡¯ve never encountered anything dangerous. They probably ran away after sensing me¡­¡± I said using a sad tone. It seems it worked. She puts her hand on my shoulder.


    (Charlot) ¡°You don¡¯t have to worry, we won¡¯t run away. Am I right guys?¡±


    (Garrett) ¡°If you have food, at least.¡± She tried to be nice, and that asshole ruined her intent so I act sorrowful a little. I notice that Charlot is getting angry. Nice, she¡¯s in the bag. She goes and punches him in the face. Phol just smiles and continues staring at the fire.


    (Me) ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯m used to it. When I tried going in the city the guard just shouted at me to go away and refused to even talk to me.¡±


    I guess I¡¯m better in acting a little. But... Why are my eyes watery?

 Chapter eight: Lady Luck, Lady Fate and Reds song

    I¡¯m not still not sure about my feelings. No matter how much I think about it, I can¡¯t understand. I¡¯m crying, but I don¡¯t know why. Not because they are relatively nice to me. Not because humas hate me. Even I don¡¯t hate myself. But why then? My memories? No that¡¯s not it. That¡¯s not me so I can¡¯t feel anything but pity.


    Why? Why? I don¡¯t understand. I don¡¯t even notice that I already buried my face between my legs. Just what is this? I can¡¯t understand.


    (Charlot) ¡°Red? It¡¯s alright, calm down.¡± She hugs me, but I don¡¯t feel anything from it.


    Why I¡¯m crying more and more? My whole body is burning. I just want to rest. Let me sleep.


    (Garrett) ¡°Get away from her, what if she starts to rampage?¡± But he was quickly shot down.


    (Charlot) ¡°It¡¯s your fucking fault. Shut your filthy mouth already.¡±


    Saying that Charlot embraces me, and holds me tight. I fall asleep, so I don¡¯t remember anymore.


    I wake up an hour later sleeping on Charlot¡¯s lap. She greets me with a bright smile, and helps me stand up. My unpredictable feelings are all over the place, but I know they will only make me go mad. The only thing I can do is ignoring everything, and take it slowly.


    (Me) ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I seem to have caused you many problems.¡± Her smile doesn¡¯t help at all, but I¡¯ll manage myself somehow.


    (Charlot) ¡°Red, the other two went home already. Do you want to come with me? I might not look like it, but I have some influence. I¡¯ll make sure you can freely go in and out. How about it?¡±


    Her offer is quite good for me. This is what I originally wanted to achieve. I might have slipped a little tough¡­ If she can get me a free pass I can sell some of my goods. I shouldn¡¯t refuse it. I have no reason to refuse. But¡­ No, I decided to ignore my instincts. It basically screams to refuse, I don¡¯t know why. I guess I¡¯ll have to find out.


    (Me) ¡°Yes. Thank you.¡± I slowly said. I quietly follow her towards the town. It is dark, it¡¯s not a problem for me, but she can barely see anything.


    It is a long walk. We walk very slowly, so it takes a lot of time. It is probably midnight when we arrive at the gates.  I didn¡¯t say a word since our depart. It¡¯s easier this way. At the gate two guards are standing.


    (City Guard 1) ¡°Who are you?¡± He ask about 5 meters away. He can¡¯t see my color in the dark.


    (Charlot) ¡°It¡¯s me, Charlot, and my friend, Red. She¡¯s a demon by the way. Take a good look at her since I¡¯ll beat your ass if you disrespect her.¡±


    We are standing in front of him. He holds his lantern towards my face, clearly showing a frightened face.


    (City Guard 1) ¡°A red demon? Are you sure? The mayor won¡¯t be happy.¡±


    Charlot merely clicks her tongue. After mumbling ¡°I¡¯ll deal with him myself¡± she goes past the guard. My legs won¡¯t move, so she has to grab my hand firmly and drag me trough the gate and streets.


    The stone pathway is clean and well made. The houses and shops are all similar, yet nice looking. Sometimes a wooden sign stands out from the perfectness, signaling the meaning of the place. One of those, an inn sign is where I¡¯m finally released.


    (Charlot) ¡°Did you manage to calm down?¡± I nod. ¡°Good. We go in, you sit down a little and I¡¯ll go and speak with the mayor. He¡¯s got some.. Circumstances. Dont hate him.¡±


    She opens the door and walks in. There are many humas drinking and eating while sitting next to tables. Most of them are men. They don¡¯t mind her too much, but when they see me all of them starts to stare at me. Not for long, since they notice Charlot¡¯s heated glare they pretend that nothing happened.


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    I¡¯m led to the the counter. Since my companion talks to the bartender I just sit down on a bar stool.


    (Charlot) ¡°Just keep an eye on her while I¡¯m not here. Ten minutes¡±


    After some nagging he finally gives up. Charlot storms out of the building, leaving me here alone. It¡¯s worse than I thought. The old man walks in front of me, on the other side of the counter. He looks me in the eyes for a while.


    (Old man) ¡°What can I give you, missy?¡±


    (Me) ¡°I¡¯m sorry, I don¡¯t have coins on me.¡± I can only apologize. When I look closer, I notice that his voice is different than his looks. He seems like some grumpy old man, bit his voice is kind.


    (Old man) ¡°That happens more often than not¡± he places a mug in front of me. It¡¯s smell is mixed with alcohol and some kind of fruit. ¡°This town is infamous for hating demons. How did you end up here?¡± He asks while stepping a little to the right, serving another customer.


    (Me) ¡°Lady Fate and Lady Luck got jealous of my misfortunes.¡±


    He nods in agreement and starts to think. Thinking of what, I don¡¯t know, and don¡¯t care. On the other side of the wall, some drunken man are whispering loudly. Annoying.


    (Drunken 1) ¡°But a demon here? Even if she¡¯s the ex-guard captain¡¯s friend, nothing good will happen. We all know why...¡± You do, but I don¡¯t! Finish your damn sentence.


    (Drunken 2) ¡°Just stay low and you won¡¯t get involved. That¡¯s the best.¡±


    I think I won¡¯t hear any useful information from these drunkards. At least one of them is humming a quite lovely song.


    I don¡¯t notice, but I also start humming quietly while slowly gulping my drink down. It¡¯s one of my favorites from the other world. The language is totally different though. Noticing the sounds, the old man starts grinning, and offers a deal for me.


    (Old man) ¡°You¡¯ve got a lovely voice. If you entertain my guests for a song you are my guest for today. You might earn some coins while at it. Interested?¡±


    I do know my voice is quite good, but not sure if I can sing. Trying won¡¯t hurt. I can clear my debt. Worst case they won¡¯t ask me again.


    (Me) ¡°I¡¯m don¡¯t think I¡¯m that good, but I¡¯ll gratefully accept.¡± I smile kindly.


    I stand up, clear my throat, and prepare myself mentally. This is the first time I sing in my life. I start slowly, with deeper tone. One of my favorite songs, with a ridiculous genre. The original singer has such beautiful voice, I can only hope I won¡¯t embarrass her. The high and occasional deep tones almost make it jazz-like, yet it¡¯s still inside the post-rock theme. Every sound I let out carries deep, sad emotions, coated with sweet, happy ones.


    I sing. I sing with closed eyes, not noticing everyone is only listening to me. I fall so deep inside my mind, I lose the trail of time again. Was it five minutes? No I repeated at least once. Maybe more?


    The only thing that is able to bring me back from my own world, is the door kicked in by a few angry men carrying swords, followed by a crying Charlot. Or is it a screaming Charlot? By the time I notice it, the sword is already swung. Bright, red blood covers my sight, as I fall backwards.


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 Chapter nine: Realising (+18)

    My head goes numb, not understanding how am I still alive. I was hit by the sword on my side, cutting through flesh, only stopping in my spine. Feeling pain and the object in my stomach, I still managed to stay conscious. Losing my ability to think, I jump straight into the window, breaking outside.


    The perfect environment I saw before was gone, everything in the world looks like filth. Why do I deserve this? Why do I must feel such pain? I slowly realise my power is weak beyond comparison. I¡¯m barely breathing, yet somehow still running. Where to? I can¡¯t even open my eyes anymore. The only thing I know is I¡¯m still inside this scum town.


    The only way my basic regenerating ability can save me is by pulling the sword out. That way I¡¯ll die from blood loss. I¡¯m losing so much blood already. Isn¡¯t there any other way?


    My pace starts to slow down. Not knowing where I¡¯m, I touch the nearest object. A wooden roof? How did I get up here? Slowly crawling forward I fall down, damaging my body even more.


    Hearing the sword resonating after clashing with the ground, I¡¯m sure it fall out. Concentrating my magic power directly on wound, I try to increase the regeneration speed. I don¡¯t know how to use magic, but my body knows. It¡¯ll consume it surely.


    Not being able to move I sit in a dark alley, covered in blood. They will follow my blood trail so I have to run quickly, but no matter how much I try, I know the regeneration won¡¯t be able to keep up.


    My wound stopped bleeding, but I lost too much blood, my organs are also severely damaged. I manage to open my eyes, only to feel terrified.


    (Strange guard) ¡°Hello sleepyhead. Before I kill you let¡¯s have some fun. You filth only know how to kill and breed, so do what you should do bitch!¡±


    Feeling terrified I try to move, only to find myself unable to. He grabs my neck with one hand, making me suffocate while ripping off my clothes with the other.


    (Strange guard) ¡°So you really are this weak. You whore don¡¯t even deserve to be alive¡±


    Finished removing my clothes, he frees his dick from his pants. Not releasing my neck he forces his thing in me, dry. Penetrating me I only feel huge pain. Since I¡¯m a demon even my hymen regenerates. Adding all of these completes a level of pain I never felt before. Attacked, raped, tormented, my heart begs for help, yet on the corner of my eyes I only see a girl crying miserably held down by others. What was her name again? Ahh..


    Maybe I¡¯m punished. Maybe I really committed evil. I remember how I wanted to kill Wellfed. He didn¡¯t hit me, he did not torment on me. His eyes did not show lust nor disgust. I could have killed the bandits without a problem, yet I didn¡¯t. Is he even alive? I remember the bandits capturing him for ransom, but I''ve not seen him after that.


    And the bandit leader. What was his name again? He cared for me as his own sister, yet I tormented and almost killed him.


    And there was this girl. Char¡­ something. I swindled them, I bribed them, yet she¡¯s crying for me. She¡¯s suffering because of me.


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    These are all my mistakes. But it¡¯s not like I was at fault? That was what seemed the best at the moment. Why would anyone hate me for that?


    From the intense pain I can¡¯t think anymore. I should not care about anything anymore. If I die I won¡¯t be able to achieve anything. I can only follow what¡¯s the best choice in the moment.


    Finishing ejaculating inside me the man laughs wildly. He slowly grabs his sword and leisurely prepares to swing at my neck.


    Strange. I feel the same power as last time. I have to accept the fact that I¡¯m really a whore demon. His power is a speck of dust in the ocean compared to the robber leader¡¯s. But it¡¯s enough. I only need one attack. Power to attack once.


    Noticing my body twitching, the man swings down his sword hurriedly, but it¡¯s too late. Faster than eye can see my hand pierces his chest, grabbing his heart. I tear out and hold it towards the moonlight, a second later I nonchalantly start devour it like a gourmet.


    I have to admit, this trash¡¯s heart is delicious, yet holds almost no power. Useless trash.


    Every member of this audience of mine trembles in fear. Utterly useless trash. All of them. At the moment I can¡¯t be picky though, I have to repair my body. My senses notice no one in the vicinity but the 3 trash and the trash woman.


    Shiftly jumping towards them . Not even trying to run, they await their deaths trembling. Instantly acquiring their hearts I impatiently gobble them. While doing the same to the third, the woman trash hugs my leg, begging for forgiveness.


    (Charlot) ¡°Please! Stop! It¡¯s my fault! Just stop please! Kill me if you have to vent your anger, but don¡¯t kill anyone else! I beg you! I know that you are not like this!¡±


    Finished the third heart I grab the neck of the trash woman, who¡¯s trying to hide her tears. Hardening my grip slowly I notice that the girl is smiling. Why? How can she smile? Is it a trick?


    While deep in thoughts I don¡¯t even notice she''s already gone. Why did I even kill her? Just what did she do? She did what I made her to do. She fucked up. I see. So that¡¯s why! That can be the only truth! Everything else is a lie. A complete lie I said! But why am I shedding tears again?!!


    Mad laughter echoes through the night, coming from the mount of a crying little girl.


    This moment when she finally realised, she never wanted to accept the truth. How could she accept something she knows nothing about? She was born weeks ago yet possesses so much intelligence but no wisdom. A body that feeds only life energy. The power of a Succubus, a whore demon inhabits her.


    There is also something entirely else, an even more frightening power residing deep inside. It should be imposible for her possessing magical power since it only resides inside some of the humas and the dragons, even in this world. This raises so many questions. As for why, she only knows so little the bandits told her. ¡°Magic is given to us by heaven to save us from the demons¡±. Ironic isn¡¯t it?

 Chapter ten: A small hope and the next steps

    I know I¡¯m slightly turning mad. I know. I know I¡¯m at fault, yet not. I lack common sense and experience. I understand that there are things I can¡¯t do anything about.


    But this thing I¡¯ve done, the neck I¡¯m gripping, this is my fault. I slowly release her. I¡¯m quite sure my heart beats like crazy, blood is racing in my veins. Hearing the blood flowing through my entire body, listening to it¡¯s song, I notice another rhythm. A weak, slow throbbing between my hands.


    Is she alive? I broke her neck, even I would die from that. I gently touch her neck. I see no internal bleeding and her bones are not damaged. Why did she faint then? Oxygen deficit, no that was too quick. Pain?


    Please stay alive.


    I gently lift her up, and run into the shadows. Quickly pacing through alleys, avoiding guards, I try to find a place to hide. After minutes of searching I find nothing that¡¯s safe enough. I decide to wager and try sneaking into the storage room of the inn I was attacked. She seemed to trust that guy.


    Checking from the roof I realise there are no one in the inn part anymore. Guards are searching for me and the citizens are on curfew probably. They didn¡¯t think I¡¯d come back here. Me neither.


    I quckly open the storage room door. After placing her down on a cloth I found there, I go to the other side. A door leading inside the kitchen. I push the door slowly, fearing to make a noise. Spying from a small gap, I notice the back of the guy. I whistle quietly, then back away without closing the door.


    I grab a vegetable from the shelf next to me, and place it on the shelf¡¯s edge sticking out, then move to the other side of the door hiding behind a large wine barrel.


    The man is coming this way, I hear his footsteps. Suddenly pushing open the door he¡¯s searching for the origin of the sound he heard. As the door hits the shelf next to it, the prepared lure falls and splashes. Turning towards that direction the old man readies himself for a thief.


    I jump over the barrels and grab his mouth from behind and pin him down on the ground.


    ¡°It¡¯s me, the demon. Char-... -needs help. I¡¯ll release you if you can promise to stay quiet.¡±


    He nods. He seemed scared when I grabbed him, but now he¡¯s strangely calm now. I let him go.


    (InnGuy) ¡°What happened to Charlot?¡± He is looking in my eyes, like he cant look elsewhere. Is he in love with her?


    I don¡¯t say a word and motion him to follow me. We go to the other side of the room, where I hid the girl behind some boxes.


    ¡°She¡¯s fine for now, but she¡¯ll be in a huge pain when she wakes up. I... Can reduce the pain, but you need to get her a healer mage. Soon.¡±


    Looking strangely at me, he takes something from his pouch. Raising it in front of me, he¡¯s looking at me with doubt.


    (InnGuy) ¡°Can''t a potion help her?¡± I get confused hearing that.


    ¡°What¡¯s a potion?¡± Blankly staring at me, he realises I really know nothing of it.


    (InnGuy) ¡°It¡¯s a magic potion. Same as healing magic, it can heal the wounded. You have to drink it usually, but I can pour it on the injury, only the effect gets weaker.¡±


    I just stare at him. Magic potion? There is such thing? I suddenly take it away from him and pour it in my mouth. He¡¯s looking at me like I¡¯m crazy, probably he does not know people can made to drink even unconscious. Or deas he think I want it for myself?


    I kiss her and use my tongue to stimulate her larynx. The potion is in her stomach now. I back away and wipe the saliva off my mouth. Since this is the best time, I bite her gently. I probably release some kind of aphrodisiac in heat, it should work for pain.


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    ¡°Take care of her please, and don''t let her do anything until my poison wears off¡±


    Standing up I start to walk away, but I¡¯m stopped.


    (InnGuy) ¡°Where are you going? Forget it, if you go out you can¡¯t leave the city without killing many. Stay here.¡±


    ¡°I won¡¯t¡± I don¡¯t want to be near others at the moment. I¡¯m in heat and barely containing it in.


    I walk out and run towards the dark night. Alleys, roofs, they are just tiny obstacles. The patrolling guards are a little hard to avoid, so I go head to the slum district. There¡¯ll less there. It''s maybe a slum for them, but it¡¯s heaven compared to the cell I was in. I notice a few empty buildings.


    I head to a place where no one seems to live in a 40 meter radius. In the middle there is a small magic power that emits something that makes people want to go away from there. Good for me.


    When I arrive I realise it is a magic workshop. There is a notice on the door, nothing else out of the place. I read it.


    [The owner was murdered on the 43th of Lightmoon.


    The new owner is the city.


    Selling price: 50 G]


    Is it cheap or expensive? It¡¯s quite funny that I worth more than a whole magic workshop. It¡¯s a two storey building with many rooms. Probably equipment too. Well, normal people would be scared away from the magic, and it¡¯s in the slums. Of course no one buys it.


    I try go in, but the door is reinforced with magic. I climb to the roof and force open a window. It seems this was not enchanted. Who could break in from the roof? A thief probably. Maybe he was stupid. Or the magic on the front door was cast by the city later on.


    Inside I find various equipments. I can¡¯t recognise anything. There is a full sized mirror on the wall.


    Oh, I just realised I was naked the whole time. I understand the guy¡¯s glares now. There is still some semen between my legs. I¡­ Shit¡­ No, no don¡¯t think, don¡¯t remember. No you WON¡¯T. I punch the innocent mirror in front of me, breaking it in pieces.


    This calmed me down. Ok. Let¡¯s wash up and sleep! Yay! Happy!


    I head to a room downstairs that seems like a bathroom. Is it a water-room? Whatever. There is a square shaped device here, with an empty hole. I need to input magic here probably.


    I put my hands in, and force magic out through my hands. What a waste of my powers, is what I thought, but it actually starts working. A tank of water starts to get filled. A bath!


    I jump in and let myself submerge. Washing myself for the first time comfortably. The ¡°maiden in the lake¡± is romantic, but it¡¯s quite distressing. And I¡¯m not a maiden. At least mentally.


    While washing my body thoroughly, I finally notice, I shrunk. Literally. First a 6 year old, then a 16 year old and a 13 year old now. GREAT! or not.


    After I finished, of course I started to discover this house! There might be some valuables and food! Oh, the food is probably rotten anyway¡­


    Oh! I didn¡¯t notice it before but behind the mirror I broke was a hidden room. It holds the magic device that keeps people out. Nothing that would interest me unfortunately. Let¡¯s continue tomorrow. I¡¯m a little too exhausted.


    I find the bed and collapse on it right away. Good night me....

 Chapter eleven: Slowing down a little

    A gentle breeze wakes me up. My eyelids are still heavy but I don¡¯t feel safe enough to daydream. Yesterday I was only checking for traps or dangerous things and found nothing like that.


    The room I slept in looks like a study. The one who used the room before me was clever, there is a small bed in the corner. Everything in this house was of high quality. The chairs, tables, doors, even the stone walls seemed like they was made of expensive material. The outside looks different, even though it the same substance.


    There was one thing that made me really happy. Books. Lots of books. Actually I don¡¯t like books that much, but I know almost nothing of this world. I guess that¡¯s what you get from free sources.


    I walk to a shelf, and check the labels on the books. Finally, I¡¯ll be able to learn common sense.


    I noticed that I¡¯m somehow able to read. The little one had memories of them, and I can recall most of them. Even though she could not read, if she heard and saw them once I know of them. It¡¯s convenient.


    My, my, I didn¡¯t catch it before, but my memory seems really good. I can clearly remember everything I perceive once.  Even if there are things I don¡¯t want to. Let¡¯s just totally evade those memories.


    There are many different books, named like Botanic knowledge I.-IV., Monster encyclopedia, The art of healing, and other books for deepening your wisdom. They all seem useful so I take and carry them in my left hand, but I notice a small, black book. Demon encyclopedia. I frown a little. I mean I understand the need to recognise them, but what would be your opinion of a humas encyclopedia? It feels morally wrong. Says the little girl who slaughtered and eat many.


    I take it anyway. Heading to a desk, I place them in front of me as I sit down. I start reading, then realise I can just scroll through them and read them in my head. No, I don¡¯t have that kind of concentration yet but maybe if I try it¡¯ll develop.


    I put down the last book, and under five minutes I¡¯m finished. I don¡¯t know what¡¯s in them yet, but it seems this way I can read them much faster. Maybe thrice the speed?


    While reading them in my head I have to concentrate hard. Opening my eyes or hearing a fly buzzing outside the window disturbs me easily.


    And once again, I take a life.  Better. How are they able to get this close anyway?


    At noon I¡¯m finished with them. I had to concentrate so much I totally forgot the time. At least I gained some useful information.


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    I learned about many different plants, animals and monsters. Their names, uses and worth. It seems quite useful. I can use Msetre leaves to heal light wounds, Tarth roots for medium ones.  They are not potions, but they can save a life. Not that I need them for myself.


    Oh, yes, I also learned useful things. Poisons. A small seed of the Vhatilus can kill most of the humans under a few days. Magic won¡¯t help only the antidote can save you. I can grind Ghigi leaves, put it on my hand and if I touch any liquid it¡¯ll mix in almost unnoticeably. They are rare though.


    I¡¯ve know most of the animals except the ones that are the ¡°peaceful or more intelligent monsters¡±. Like the multiple tailed foxes. They seem cute, I want to pet one.


    There are a lot of unreasonable etiquettes here. Sighing I realise I forgot something that I¡¯ll definitely need later. History. I pick some interesting looking books, but they are probably only boasting on their own country. After a few hours of reading I managed to understand some facts.


    The countries are basically in peace because they are all ruled by 3 separate emperors. One governs the demi-humas country, while one humas dictates over 3 humas countries. The remaining ones are ruled by an other humas.


    Even if there is ¡°no war¡±, there are skirmishes to take little bits of territory for themselves. At least they are not pillaging that much.


    There seems to be many languages, but the one I know, refered to as merchant language is spoken everywhere.


    My head hurts now. It¡¯s almost evening and I¡¯ve read 4 days worth. I stand up from my chair, feeling a little dizzy, I walk towards my bed, and lay on it. I try to focus my mana to help me recover, and maintain it accidentally while I fall asleep.


    When I wake up I notice that my mana feels a little bit closer to me. The once unknown power now seems like a small chunk of light inside my head. I feel it with my body. It¡¯s strange when you feel a sense you never felt before.


    As I play with it, I manage to control it a little better. I can move it around my body easily, but I can¡¯t manifest it yet. I probably has to learn how. There was a basic magic book somewhere. Owh.. No books today for me¡­


    My concentration became a bit better. I can recognise and rebuild, even plan and construct images in head. An artist would be jealous. I¡¯m not sure what will this be


    good for.

 Chapter twelve: Deus ex machina

    I let myself rest a bit for now. I¡¯m not sure what should I do, I¡¯ll have to find a way for  myself. Usually in stories every hero or character has an aim or purpose, but no matter how much I try to understand why, I¡¯m not able to.


    If God would tell me to do something I would not give a shit. I don¡¯t really believe in fate or thing like that. I mean, our universe works following it¡¯s own laws. Even in this world magic should follow the laws of this universe.


    If there is an entity calling himself god achieving unimaginable things, that would mean they understand the magic, and can fully utilise it.


    If you speak about God, you usually mean the entity that created us and/or the world. They are entities with enough power to that. Nothing more.


    If you speak about fate, it¡¯s means following the laws of the universe. If you have enough information, you can predict future. If I ran out of food, I¡¯ll get some. This is a prediction. If there is an entity that can predict the movements of all atoms in this world, that means they can predict the future of this world. Not the best example, I know.


    It¡¯s sounds crazy for us, mortals, but it¡¯s the truth. If I¡¯ll manage to understand magic at least the level of my otherworldly knowledge, I would count as a god I fear. Scary. I don¡¯t want to hunted by gods and god wannabes. Not that it¡¯s even possible.


    Let¡¯s leave these thoughts. I should leave after lootin-, I mean searching this house for useful things. They won¡¯t mind it I hope.


    But where to? I really have no idea. I shouldn¡¯t have disturbed my thoughts with useless thinking.  Let¡¯s just go towards the beast country. I¡¯ll have more opportunities there.


    I¡¯ve found many different maps here, but all of them are useless. Maybe if I look a little bit deeper in those paper stacks¡­ A lady always desires for more and better. No, this sounds like I¡¯m arrogant. Well, I¡¯m a bit.


    After some digging I find an old, aged paper. As I scan through it I understand why there are no normal maps in this world. Humas can¡¯t go high enough to know how a real map should look like. Disappointing.


    I gather all of the useful ones around myself, and decide to do it myself. Using the biggest unused paper I could find and some ink, I try to merge the maps together in my head.


    Useless, they are all rubbish, crap, trash. My head hurts looking at the many totally different maps. After hours of trying I somehow manage to put together a basic map, full of holes and mistakes. Is this a mental attack against me?


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    Finally! Done! I¡¯ll kill myself if this is not good enough! It feels good being successful in this impossible task. I feel that I accomplished something great!


    A small noise disturbs my celebration. I hear someone knocking on the door. Three knocks then silence, like nothing happened. Since I¡¯m on the upper floor I run to the window and try to look towards the front door.


    There is no one there. Somebody knocked on this door, then left. Why? The small paper on the ground should answer that. That was not there before.


    I slowly walk down the stairs, trying to figure out who could manage to escape my senses this easily. Are they after me? How could they find me?


    I grab the door handle but suddenly stop. The still naked clich¨¦. How boring. But I don¡¯t really have any clothes. Maybe there are some in the house?


    Searching for a while I found a quite good robe. No underwear unfortunately, I¡¯ll cry. I don¡¯t want to be an exhibitionist. Or do they say commando nowadays? Ahw, mind, stop it. I¡¯ll have to bear with it. It¡¯s more comfortable this way.


    Putting the robe on me, even my hands are covered. The color of my face is not hidden well, but at least they won¡¯t notice it unless they are standing in front of me. I walk to the door, open it and pick the paper from the ground. I slip back just the same. Wasn¡¯t this door closed? Anyways, inside I recognise that it¡¯s a letter, or a mess¨¢nge. Both actually.


    [Dear world traveller


    If you have nowhere to go, head to the Astreal Academy and wait for me there. I can answer some of the questions you have. Use this introduction letter. -Tetra]


    Great. Some mysterious letter, to a place I know nothing about from a person I know nothing about. This¡¯ll go so well! Just like my other plans.  But¡­ They know something, and they named me as a world traveller. I¡¯m not. They are both dead, and I¡¯m a different person. or Demon. Where is this place anyway? I read about it somewhere¡­


    Ah! It¡¯s the neutral academy north to the beast country. It certainly seems trustworthy, and my instincts are telling me to accept. I already know bad things happens when I¡¯m not listening to it.


    I really have to go there in the end¡­ I don¡¯t have any other way. Maybe lady luck will pity me a little.


    Hey, isn¡¯t today full of clich¨¦ and deus ex machina? I¡¯m scared. I just said my opinion of god, but if I¡¯m wrong god is angry right now. Not that I care...

 Chapter thirteen: Some enjoyment and the depart

    Since I have no better ideas the only thing left is to leave this shithole. Putting everything I might need in a backpack I found laying in a room, I decide to start my journey. The book of demons said we don¡¯t like to stay in one place for too long. I believe it¡¯s not false, but humas are the same if they have the power to do so.


    Well, the same book said succubuses are long extinct creatures who like raping a torturing. Evil beings deceiving and killing mindless. The reasoning states that they live of life energy that doesn¡¯t regenerate in their bodies, unless they steal it. This also makes them intimidating as they have no limit to their strength, but the fact they constantly losing it all the time compensates. So I believe.


    If I have to imagine it¡¯s probably like an infinite tank with a hole at the bottom. Not in my case though. As I¡¯m somehow capable of using magic, I¡¯m both demon and magical creature. Magical creatures are rare animals with high level of intelligence, if I remember correctly. Why do I have to compare myself to an animal? No, I¡¯m starting to adapt. There is nothing that can¡¯t happen anymore.


    As I was stating, magic power is ¡®regenerating¡¯, is what the common people believe. We basically gather the ¡®mana¡¯ from around us. Saying in a different tone, we steal it from the nature.


    My magic is enough to seal the hole, but since I have to do this, I can¡¯t manipulate it outside of my body. I should be able to use it on myself a little to make my body stronger and faster. I don¡¯t know enough things of magic power yet, so this is all I can do.


    In case you are wondering why don¡¯t I just remove the seal when I¡¯m using magic, is because I can¡¯t. It¡¯s part of my body and I have no idea how it works. Probably by instincts. Understanding this many things about magic power even though I know almost nothing of it, is pretty good I think.


    I¡¯m not sure how I should leave, but thinking too much will make my head hurt.


    I simply jump out from the window and open my wings. Yes, these robes are awesome. It opens two small holes to let me spread my wings. They are weak, but after feeding it with some raw magic power they began to expand. Oh, you thought I¡¯ll travel by foot? Hell no, it would take a year.


    As I fly not giving a fuck to anyone, I realise I¡¯m still inside the city. Opsie. Many humas stopped their work to look at my majestic appearance. Some of them are so bewitched they start running¡­ away. No shit even I would be scared. I giggle a little ate them.


    I land in front of the place I left the girl, Carrot. I mean Charlot. Well, her. I slowly walk inside after folding my cute wings. I like them. It seems the drunkards are staring at me again, but they don¡¯t seem to fear me. They are happy? Don¡¯t make me blush.


    I actually blushed a little. Unexpected. I hear a loud cheer, which I gracefully ignore. I walk in front of the old man and he is looking at me like I¡¯m crazy. Maybe I¡¯m. Oh, I forgot to cover my face with the hood. It¡¯s late anyways.


    He does not say anything, only stares at me. It seems I have to start.


    ¡°I would like to apologize for causing you trouble. Also, I¡¯m saying goodbye. I¡¯m heading towards Astreal Academy for now.¡± A small smile accompanies my words.


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    (Old man) ¡°You don¡¯t have to apologize to me, but I think she wants to speak with you.¡±


    Nope. I don¡¯t care. I already decided this. I have things to do and everything else will cause my head to hurt. I¡¯m still in no shape to fight and just learned how to use my wings. They also use a lot of life force, I can¡¯t produce enough from my little magic.


    ¡°She¡¯s alive, that¡¯s the only thing that concerns me. I don¡¯t care about her in any other way, besides I don¡¯t have time to wait until she wakes up.¡±


    I already confirmed that she¡¯s alive. I hear a small heart beating in the old man¡¯s room. Accidentally it has the same feel as her¡¯s. She¡¯s alive, but it pulsates slowly meaning she¡¯s still unconscious.


    My senses are  a little sharper this way, but I feel myself weakening constantly. I have to ¡®turn off¡¯ these senses or I won¡¯t be able to fly.


    The old man smiles at me weakly.


    (Old man) ¡°Would you like to drink something? It¡¯s on the house.¡±


    ¡°Give me your strongest¡± I give him a gentle smile as I sit down in front of him.


    He turns his back to me, taking a small bottle from the desks behind him. His other hand grabs a lovely glass, yes real glass, under the table. No noble around here drinks like this probably. Slowly pouring the drink in it, he pushes it in front of me.


    The old man has a proud smile on his face. Creepy.


    I raise it in front of my eyes and gaze at the strange brown liquid, for the mood. I gently let it flow down my throat.


    I don¡¯t know why actually. I don¡¯t usually drink, but I guess the mood made me follow his lead.


    I put the now empty glass down and savour the taste. Whiskey, probably. I know of it because my human self drank that often. She wasn¡¯t a drunkard like her father but a gourmet. Strange things happen.


    I thank him with a smile, and stand up. I thought it would kick in with this body of mine, but I only feel a gentle warmth.


    As I walk outside step by step, I smoothly wave my hands without looking back. Awesome exit check. Thinking how amusing this little play was, I inaudibly giggle.


    When I step outside I notice that the guards are already surrounding the entrance in a 10 meter radius. I somehow manage to bring myself to not eat these stupid humas.


    They are shouting at me that they¡¯ll kill me in the name of justice. Why do they even bother? To gather courage to murder. If you don¡¯t have the resolve just stay away ants!


    Keeping my thoughts inside, I let out a faint laugh. I open my wings and jump upwards, flying far-far away.


    This will be a long trip


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 Chapter fourteen: Walk in the park

    Where to go now? I¡¯m heading towards north, and that¡¯s a fact. The little problem I have is that my wings are small and I don¡¯t have enough energy to support it for long. I could fly to the beast country, but I would revert to a small child. It would be problematic.


    Maybe if I restock somewhere during my travel, that would be enough. I currently know three ways to do that. The simplest is to wait mana to gather. This would take years so no thanks. The best option would be¡­ No I won¡¯t. I don¡¯t want to deform my own personality. I¡¯m no human but that little part won¡¯t let me disgrace myself. I¡¯m woman for fucks sake. The last one is¡­ eating humans. That would cause a lot of trouble. The animals does not have enough life force to try and magical beings are too strong for the current me.


    Is it me or I forgot to reason that useless killing is bad? Some kind of reason my mind does not even try to stop me. I mean I know it¡¯s wrong but they are tasty. Something is wrong with my mentality. Let¡¯s just follow Lady Fate¡¯s whisper, I do not dare to oppose her.


    Flying over many forests and settlements I reach the point my body starts to revert slowly. I retract my wings and land on the ground, near a small settlement. A few shacks align in a circle with a campfire in the middle. A lot of fresh washed clothes are hanging from poles and many tools used for daily needs are lying on the ground. Textbook nomads. On the bright side, no one will miss them.


    I calmly walk towards them when I notice that all of them are sitting around the fire. They are mainly children and women. There are only this much shacks, this means there are no adult males. Interesting.


    Why did I have a thought like they are interesting animals? Do I look down on humans now? I don¡¯t know. In a sense humans are animals though. It¡¯s the evolution, if there is something like that in this world. In that sense I¡¯m half monster. Now, I understand where this racism comes from.


    When I arrive near the tent I indicate my presence.


    ¡°Hi!~ Am I interrupting something? ¡° I smile at hem.


    The adults are looking at me like hell came. Not that far off though. It¡¯s different for the children. Most of them has a curious look on their faces while the others are smiling and waving. I stop a few meters away and tilt my head a little.


    ¡°Why don¡¯t they greet back? Do they hate me? Have I done something wrong?¡±


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    I make a confused face for my own amusement. I intentionally didn¡¯t cover my face with the hood so they can see my face. After a few seconds one of the adults came back to life and comes in front of me. Trembling and kneeling. She¡¯s kneeling like one who is pleading for they life.


    (Woman) ¡°Oh, Great one, please have mercy on our children, we never held against demons.¡±


    Woah. She¡¯s trembling and crying just seeing my colors. What shit did they put in their heads? I just came to eat them. Oh. Maybe that¡¯s the reason. Wait. I casually thought of eating them like they are grass. On top of that the only reason to this is that it¡¯s more convenient for me to fly than to walk.


    Something is fundamentally wrong.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I just came here to ask if you would like to trade something. I mean no harm.¡± At least for now¡­ I¡¯m a little afraid of myself at the moment.


    And here it is, the confused teary look from a mother. Oh, god, this hurts me like hell. Let¡¯s just eliminate them. No, I already gave my word. Just endure, little me.


    She does not say a word so I have to do something, again.


    ¡°It seems you are not in need of my services so I¡¯ll just take my leave after resting.¡±


    I walk past by her, crack a smile at the other group and climb on a nearby three. It has a huge trunk and large branches. Perfect to sleep on. The evening is not that far and I need some time to think about this. Do I want to keep my humanity? I¡¯m not human anymore.


    I reach the conclusion that there is no need for me to think like a human. I make a promise that I¡¯ll try to stay a good person, and not harm innocents. My life is in priority over theirs though. I have no problem killing the ones who attack me, and I won¡¯t hesitate to eat them. My other power¡­ shall wait.


    When the night comes, I fall asleep. I don¡¯t have to sleep every night, but it was four days ago when I left that city and I was constantly flying. It¡¯s just an idea but sleeping a hundred years would produce me tons of raw power.. I wouldn¡¯t be surprised if this is how dragons mass large amount of might.


    During this night something wakes me up, again. Why can¡¯t they let just me be? I hear the clinking sound of weapons and armor. I¡¯m slightly annoyed but not against breakfast in bed.

 Chapter fifteen: Bad eating habits

    Screams echo from the vicinity and blood¡¯s smell makes my saliva flow. I jump towards them hoping for a good meal. I have no stomach to eat innocent, but these bandit looking guys will enrich my diet.


    A sense twenty-one attackers, half are using iron chestplates. It¡¯s in the way, I only need their hearts since that contains most of their lifepower. Currently I¡¯m not in shape to bother the armored ones so I rush at the weaker ones. It only takes one hit to pierce their chest and the tasty breakfast is served. I much on a few. It¡¯s already my sixth when they notice their fallen comrades. Boiling with anger they surround me in a tight formation.


    Let¡¯s say the swedish table is ready. I feel my blood tightening my veins and energy rushing through my head. The change after eating is so much different, I confidently resist against them. Not that I can¡¯t just fly away.


    Since I became stronger I don¡¯t care about their hearts for now. And these were just the weaker ones. I attack head on one of them, piercing through his iron plate with bare hands. Yep, my hand broke into pieces but it¡¯ll regrow later on. At the sudden injury my body reacts and my muscles and skin hardens. Jumping from one to another, avoiding amatour slashes I swiftly kill a lot of them.


    The sweet blood covers my whole body making me even more hungry. I leave the bandit who feels the strongest last. This person is a lot stronger than the others, not sure why. When I try to check his body build, I realise that my eyes are so in mess I can¡¯t really see a thing.


    Was I moving following my other senses? Who cares. I wipe some blood off with my arm.


    (Strong Bandit) ¡°Red, is that you?¡± This simple sentence stops my heart. I recognise this voice easily.


    ¡°I suppose I did not expect to meet you again this way, brother.¡±


    Yes, I know this already. In addition to that the person in front of me is the bandit leader from before, I killed all of his friends. I can¡¯t escape this fight no matter how much I want to. I silently stare at the blood on the ground in front of me.


    After a few moments of silence we both rush at each other at the same time. He starts with a strong swing from the left, making me jump to the right only to receive a kick with my stomach. I spin around myself to reduce the push and jump at him in a flash. Like a professional mercenary he raises his sword to defend his vital points, but I¡¯m not an experienced fighter. I¡¯m a demon, a predator. I was not aiming for a kill. I simply jumped past him while inflicting damage on his knee. The difference in strength and the lack of protection gives me huge advantage.


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    With his knee teared to pieces the man falls on one knee. Trying to finish, I attack his arms but this time my broken arm gets a few centimeters shorter. A warrior who lost his mobility is usually dead. The truth is this way his defence became much better.


    I could kill him easily with a weapon, but I don¡¯t want to. Both my instincts telling me to play with him and my mind telling me to respect him decides this way.


    Circling around to find a weak spot I jump a few times at him with small attacks to weaken him.


    For five minutes of struggling and suffering small cuts from each other he finally collapses. Me being almost uninjured, not considering my arm, sit down next to my prey.


    I star at him for a while, then start to devour him. Slowly eating and enjoying every last part of his body until nothing remains. The internal organs full of sweet blood and power disappear into my stomach.


    A few tied woman watched this from the beginning to the end. Ignoring their frightened looks I collect the other dead¡¯s hearts. They are all weak, but a little bit useful. As a memento I take their coinpurses with me.


    Walking to the tied persons as they are shivering in fear, I simply cut their ropes. Ignoring their response I open my wings, which are three times the size now and easily fly up in the air.


    Somewhat later I stop at a small lake to clean myself and the clothes. When my naked body is clean I lie down on the grass and focus my mana on my body. I expect my body to grow and don¡¯t want to suddenly collapse from pain.


    Just as I thought, my body slowly expanded. My amazingly attractive adult body is different than before. My skin got darker but stayed in the light red spectre for my relievement.


    It took a few hours, but I achieved the strongest form I ever had.  Spreading my wings wide I took off finding flying really easy compared to before. I can try doing what pissed me off before, so I fly high. I soar to grand heights to see the distance and the land shape and compare it to that fucking map that bothered me so much.


    Yeah, I know. I¡¯m just diverting my mind.


    As I enjoy the fascinating view I reach an elevation I feel something pushing me back. As if god himself slapped me down, I nose-dive downwards and barely manage to not kill myself. I let out a loud comment of my true feelings.


    ¡°What the flying fuck was that?¡±

 Chapter sixteen: Fluffly happiness + Side chapters

    Side Story 1 - Small talk


    (unknown female voice) ¡°This girl is interesting. It¡¯s clear that she defies the laws of this world without her own understanding. I have to find out who managed to mess with us before something serious happens to our world. I pity her poor soul. Eros, you and Gaia will watch her.¡±


    A small voice spoke from nothingness while looking at a certain red demon. A small sigh can be heard, followed by an answer.


    (Eros) ¡°You can count on us. Care to tell why can¡¯t we just help her?¡±


    (unknown female voice) ¡°None of us have enough knowledge nor power to access the higher world she came from. She¡¯s just a mortal anyways. Also, Fate almost got crazy when she appeared. Don¡¯t ever intervene or things will get worse.¡±


    (Eros) ¡°Poor child. I¡¯m not making any promises but I¡¯ll try my best.¡±


    The voices turn silent and the world continues to flow.


    Side Story 2 - The Hero¡¯s Oath


    In a certain hall that belongs to The Holy Empire a crowd gathers. II. Lupiet sitting on his golden throne surrounded by female slaves motions with his hand to an old man. The old mage murmures a silent prayer before turning towards the other mages in the room.


    (Head mage)¡±Let us begin the summoning¡±


    As the mages began to chant standing in a circle formation, huge pillars of light emerge in the middle. After a long hour of continuous trying and changing many dead mages in the pattern a tight pillar of blue light descends from the sky. Many mages seeing that let out their last breath and collapse dead.


    The head mage orders the disposal of the corpses while looking at the unconscious youth in the middle. He does not want to see the fury of the emperor so he forcefully awakens him with magic.


    When the person opens his eyes he panics a little but after seeing his surroundings, his mouth curves into a smile.


    (Head mage) ¡°Hero of Amaterasu. Will you help our Empire with your life, destroying the demons and our enemies, following our will?¡± The seemingly young boy who was summoned moments ago feels absolute joy hearing his dream come true. Not even thinking for a second, he immediately answered yes, hoping to be a real Hero in another world.


    (Hero) ¡°I swear upon my life¡±


    Suddenly white chains surrounded the boy, wrapping his heart and mind. His body emits a faint light as a sweet woman¡¯s voice whispers to his ears, almost crying. ¡°I¡¯m so sorry¡±


    The light slowly fades.


    (Head mage) ¡°Thus the Hero binding finished. You will head to Astreal Academy to learn magic and fighting, after four years you come home to destroy the demons and our enemies. I note that violating your orders will result death by the grace of Amaterasu. That¡¯s all.¡±


    (Hero) ¡°What do you mean¡± The "hero" asked confused.


    (Head mage) ¡°You will follow the emperor¡¯s orders, if not you will lose your life by your oath. Dismissed.¡±


    Side story 3 - Astreal Academy state


    The headmaster is quite in trouble. Strange magic phenomenons are happening through the whole continent while no one knows anything about them, the academy is threatened because there aren¡¯t enough spots for the whole continent''s noble children and there is zero talent in half of the students already. If not for the beast kingdom¡¯s support and the few teachers loyalty the academy would be already destroyed.


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    Fluffly happiness


    A few days later. I promise. It¡¯s not like I broke my legs and wings, and to add on top of that got dragged away by a magical beast.


    Seriously.


    Oh, well. She¡¯s cute and nice, I like her. When I got mushed on the ground like some flea I had some problems with moving. The thing that caused this disappeared under a black mist before I could see it. A large, appalling monster smelled my blood. It tried to eat me but my punch made it rethink. We talked a little in it¡¯s cave. It turned out that ¡®it¡¯ is a ¡®she¡¯ and has a family to be fed. I didn¡¯t kill her. I¡¯m so nice right? It¡¯s not like my reasoning was that a huge silver wolf-cat like thing with golden adornments in her fur was so cute that I wanted to tame it. Who do you think I am?


    Back to the topic, some *khm* time passed. My head cleaned out a bit, which is good considering I killed someone I ¡°favored¡±, once tortured and raped. Hmm.. Maybe he enjoyed the rape part, I did not consider this. I have no idea how can I have such thoughts so easily.


    Currently I¡¯m healing my heart by caressing and hugging the little cat things. The mother, Lupus, is staring at me like I¡¯m some sort of animal. Strange right? By the way, I call her Fabula because it¡¯s more feminine. You get it right? Hehe. [Note:  Lupus in fabula]


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    The little ones are so adorable and small, they are licking my face all over. Their sizes are about my forearms¡¯ length. Their fur is not only fluffy, they are comfortable and huggable. Have I told you how adorable they are?


    Ah.. That stare. She stares a freaking hole in my head, probably knowing that she has no chance fighting me anyway. If I were a mother... [...] That¡¯s a landmine there girl.


    (Fabula) ¡°When will you leave?¡± She¡¯s also cute. Her voice has some strength and motherly fear making it both intimidating and submissive.


    ¡°Don¡¯t be such a worrywart, you know you taste bad-*cough* I mean I would never hurt something so adorable and fluffy. Be a little more perky Fabula-chan!¡±


    (Fabula) ¡°Who is ¡®Fabulachan¡¯?! I know it probably means something stupid, also, could you stop acting like a retard? It¡¯s annoying. And leave!¡±


    ¡°M¨¢ris, Don Fabula.¡±


    (Fabula) ¡°What does that even mean? I don¡¯t understand any of it¡± I get bored and change the subject.


    ¡°Hey, Fabula. Will you introduce me to your husband?¡± It seems I pulled a funny pin, her face got so scary I decide to stop playing around. ¡°Sorry~ sorry~, it seems I went to far. Forget it. You are funny to tease but it would be a shame to lose our ¡®friendship¡¯.¡±


    (Fabula) ¡°What the hell, you knock me out, move in my home, play with my children all this against my will and you dare to call me friend?¡±


    ¡°Aren¡¯t this what very close friends do?¡± I joke. ¡°I think I¡¯ll leave tomorrow¡±


    (Fabula)  ¡± Great.¡± She says while giving a long sigh.


    ¡°Can i-¡± I try to ask something but she cuts me off quickly.


    (Fabula) ¡°NO, YOU CAN¡¯T TAKE ANY OF THEM WITH YOU.¡±


    So this is how I spend my day. Playing with the little ones, teaching them how to hunt (also teaching/training myself during that) and collecting interesting plants. I have to make money from something later on, don¡¯t I? It¡¯s easy to imitate others for me, even if the quality is worse. I can do almost anything on a barely ok level. In my head I already learned how to use a basic alchemy set. They are child¡¯s play compared to the one¡¯s at the magic shop place. No promises in reality though.


    I should mention that I¡¯m getting used to my new demonic senses. I had a hard time sleeping until now but now it¡¯s getting better. I don¡¯t need my eyes to see and able to concentrate on more than one thing. Literally. This demon body is awesome. Except the fact that I¡¯m still a whore demon. Well, I¡¯ll get used to it but it¡¯s not like I¡¯ll die without sex.


    Tomorrow I''ll leave. I wasted so much time again but gained experience controlling my body and mind. Why am I in a hurry? I have no idea, I just feel that it¡¯ll be a problem if I¡¯m not quick enough. Still can¡¯t get used to these strange instincts, it feels like I¡¯m manipulated. The only reason I follow them is because they''re useful and never lies.


    After I get my fill of fluffy happiness I sleep for a night sharing my bodyheat(hug) with the smaller ones.


    The next day I depart, while listening to a lot of weak crying noises. Wait, what did you expect? Sorry to disappoint you, nothing unusual happened. There wasn¡¯t any angry monster pursuing me. See? There isn¡¯t any little cute animal in my hands.


    Of course after settling our differences I left empty handed. I mean the only thing in my hand is my other hand ripped off. It''s nothing serious for the current me.


    It hurts like bitch that¡¯s for sure. It¡¯s a shame demonic body does not have better pain tolerance. Considering, pain is still an important factor in life.


    I noticed something strange. I don¡¯t remember being tortured in my past, yet I know this is nothing compared to what real pain is. My body knows. The little demon me had a harsh life but it''s strange that she was not killed on the spot and not tortured. How could they even let her live in this "holy"-shit empire? This is the worst place for demons. Even though all my memories are real, what I know for sure, they are hardly believable. Something must have happened that caused merging those souls.


    There is the fact that the two souls are dead. They were dead already when I was "born" but I can¡¯t consider it a bad thing since without them there wouldn¡¯t be me. Even if some evil did that, they gave me life. How should I settle with this?

 Chapter seventeen: Gaining experience and the first city

    My journey continues with me deep in my thoughts. I¡¯m not brave enough to fly that high again, whatever hit me that hard doesn¡¯t want me there. I shiver from the thought that I¡¯m just a mere ant for someone or something else.


    This also made me realise that no matter how powerful I feel there will be others as strong or stronger than me. These bandits were weak but soldiers on the level of the bandit leader would kill me easily. And that¡¯s the best they can do to me. I can fight on my demonic instincts but an experienced mercenary would cut me by himself.


    So I have to get stronger. How do I get stronger? Kill and eat. But that only gives me raw strength and better control of my body. I mean agility. This sounds stupid if you ask me. What I need is experience. No, not that kind of experience. So¡­ What do I do? Of course fight monsters and bandits on the way.


    No, this is pretty simple and boring. I fly, I see something, I drop next to it be it monster or bandit, I tell to run or attack me. None of them run. Perfect training method. I¡¯m not cruel, I try to not hurt the innocent.


    The fights are all boring. Letting them attack and I evade, deflect or block them. If they run out of stamina or I get bored, I kill them and eat them. At first I had problems with longer weapons because their ends are often three times faster than their user¡¯s hands. Still, after playing around, I finished them with minimal pain. I admit that I¡¯m playing around, even if it¡¯s training. Since I¡¯m so bored I enjoy these times.


    Humas are weak but a few talented individuals manage to be my opponent, giving me some real experience. Magical beast (that are not cute) are killed off quickly because there is too much of a gap. For a humas they are strong but for me they are small foxes at best. It hurts when they bite but unless you let them they can¡¯t really kill you.


    Monster are¡­ different. They run away when they see me. A few stronger stay but don¡¯t put up much of a fight. This is probably because I¡¯m near a large city, Saint. Oh, yes I passed by many towns but I learned that demons should stay away from them in the empire in the hard way. Not that it matters, I have food, water and a comb. Everything I¡¯m in need of. Yeah, I just love my comb. I decorated it a little. A basic carving of a cute little dragon that makes my mood better.


    This how these annoying days go by. Repeating these actions for more than a week I arrive at the border of the beast country. I could just fly past but since there is a trading city here that does not kill demons on sight, I feel that I should check in. The loneliness takes quite a toll on me.


    I decide to land a few kilometers away and approach on foot. Don¡¯t want to be mistaken as a dangerous monster. The irony is strong with this one.


    As I calmly walk towards the gates I see two fox-tribe beastmen on guard. There are also others¡¯ presence in the vicinity, it¡¯s probably the guard station. Walking in between them they look at me suspiciously but don¡¯t stop me. Yay! I¡¯m so happy that someone ignored me. This sounds crazy but this is the first time.


    Oh! I get it! This is the outer section. The city is huge, I mean HUGE. There should be at least 40 thousand people living here not counting the many traders, passerbies, mercenaries, travellers and others! This outer sector consists nothing but a few basic shops to drop off or buy things you don¡¯t want to go in the city for. After questioning a trader whom I sold some good quality furs and what I obtained from bandits I was told I should register in a guild for easy pass to the inner city. I¡¯ll still have to pay but less and I get quicker inspection.


    I feel rich.


    With my new wealth and knowledge, I head to the mercenary guild. There is no adventurer guild in this world for my sorry ass. Well, it¡¯s the same anyways. The building is a two storey stone building, it¡¯s not surprising. Walking in I see that this is a large hall with boards all around. Many eyes stare at me, this time not because I¡¯m a demon but because I¡¯m a woman. Yes, it¡¯s annoying, there are zero other woman mercenaries in the hall.


    They not seem that strong, but they are probably ex-soldiers or martial artists. This is not an easy business afterall. In my estimation the strongest is twice the bandit leader¡¯s strength, but possesses much better technique. His stance only is enough to give away that every muscle in his body is ready to fight anytime.


    With no better to do I walk to the counter and speak to the assistant.


    (assistant) ¡°How can I help you?¡±


    ¡°I would like to register and take the test.¡±


    (assistant) ¡°Just a moment.¡± He turns away and walks to a drawer. Taking a few papers he comes back and puts it in front of me.


    (assistant) ¡°Please fill out these informations about you. You don¡¯t need to use your real name, nickname will suffice. The name is the only must. The register cost five Nekota Silvers. If you need help or want to ask anything, please don¡¯t hesitate.¡±


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    Quite the professional worker. Well, I would be nervous in front of a demon. I put the money on the table and write my name on the paper. It¡¯s Red, of course.


    I¡¯m lead to a small training area to take my test. A hired instructor will test me.


    Standing in front of him with a small iron sword I kept from the bandits, I don¡¯t feel anything from him. I mean he¡¯s a tough looking man in his 40¡¯s end. He seems weak yet my senses are telling me that he is dangerous. It¡¯s obvious that as an instructor employed by a guild he¡¯s strong, but this much?


    As the assistants yells to start, a small audience from the free mercenaries begin cheering aloud.


    I lift my sword to prepare an attack, but I¡¯m more used to using my hands. I can use them but that would be a huge disadvantage. I step hard on the ground a propel myself forward at an inhuman speed. With a diagonal slash I try to hit his armored chest, but I¡¯m easily parried. From the huge force I only able to stop a few meters away, but I already hear the sound of a sword heading towards my neck.


    Are you aiming to kill me old man? Let¡¯s play that game then. I pull my head down and sweep-kick without turning back, hitting his leg that was aimed at my new position.


    So he assumed that I¡¯ll evade and attacked there. Nice one.


    With his leg hit hard I hear a small crack, but he does not stop. Me neither. From the low stance I jump towards him with and swing a wide arc. He stops his attack to deflect mine, but realising my intentions of overpowering him, he jumps backwards.


    Great! He knew it would break his arm and retaliated. But I predicted that. I let go of my sword that embeds itself in the ground and using that force I push my hands to grab his sword wielding arm. With a simple judo move I trash him on the ground, not letting him move.


    I won the fight, but I¡¯m not satisfied.


    ¡°Again, old bastard, but don¡¯t dare to hold back. I enjoy fighting but hate when they look down on me¡±


    I let go of him angrily but he is grinning like a madman.


    (Instructor) ¡°You¡¯re right, I¡¯m sorry. I fought on the level of a golden rank, I did not expect you to be this fun. What a strange finishing move.¡±


    That judo move is something I was taught on a P.E. lesson though. I walk to my sword and grab it when feel immerse pressure. Before I could pull it out, I have to jump away from a quick trust towards my back. The bastard old man is grinning and attacking not giving me a chance. Without my sword to fight, I¡¯m pushed back to the wall. Yeah, I can regrow a hand or two but I don¡¯t like being chopped into small parts. I let out a small comment accidentally. ¡°Crazy old man.¡±


    When I run out of space I take my chances with a trick since I have no chance to defeat him head on. I use feint kick and follow with a full arm attack at large velocity. He sees through that with no problem, but that¡¯s only stage one. Not caring about cutting my arm off, he swings at it. I bend my arms so the sword hits on a small angle, what cuts the flesh down without breaking my bone.


    Losing the strength in it and fail to grab his sword, what my plan originally was. I jump back and he comes even closer, pushing my back directly to the wall. With me cornered he swings carefully to not let me escape.


    I get a new idea and turn my back to him, which surprises everyone in the room. I jump towards the wall, pushing my foot into it I kick myself high in the air. My wing are useless here so I don¡¯t use them. Leaping over him I manage to land next to my sword and pull it out instantly, ready for the next round.


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 Chapter eighteen: Dogtag, Ranks, Heroes and other stupid things to punch

    Holding my sword firm in my left hand I stare at my enemy with clear bloodthirst. My vision reddens a little and the pain from the unuseable other hand craves for rest. Yet, my blood is boiling and itches for a good fight.


    He is a real murderer from the battlefield, he killed much more than me. He refined his techniques to be able overpower the strong and to deceive the faster and more clever. So what?


    I¡¯m a demon. I ruthlessly kill and eat humas. They are just prey, I¡¯m the predator. A natural hunter. I¡¯m stronger and faster, I¡¯m more clever and precise. I won¡¯t allow myself to be defeated.


    Standing in front of each other, swords in our hands, we wait. A long staring contest begins emitting intense anger and bloodlust making the weaker spectators back off in fear. This is not a test from now on. This is a contest who is the better. We may kill each other accidentally but what of it?  This is what should happen.


    The humas instructor won¡¯t attack first. It would be an instant loss for him considering our strength difference. I can just hit his sword so hard his arm breaks off. No, he waits for me to make a mistake. Calmly looking at me with a fanatic grin.


    It¡¯s not like I¡¯m different. Probably my own face is also deteriorated from a hellish grin of enjoyment and concentration.


    ¡°Let¡¯s end this at once. I won¡¯t take the chance to lose against a humas.¡± I say. His grin widens even more, but both of us know that if I focus more on power and less on technique his chances will worsen. The only reason I held back on raw strength is because I wanted to refine my skills and avoid lethality. I don¡¯t know what will happen this way, but this is my best option now.


    (instructor) ¡°I may be old, but you should know I¡¯m still on gold plate level. Give me your best shot.¡±


    At this remark I stomp on the ground heavily, kicking dust in the air. I launch myself forward at an inhuman speed aiming for his wounded leg. Noticing my aim he deflects my strine with some trouble but his own sword¡¯s side hits his own leg with enough force to break bones. With a spin he follows up an attack but I simply kick his elbow while reducing my speed. When I manage to stop my momentum I block his quick trust aimed at my head. Pushing his sword down it¡¯s end stucks in the ground when I raise my sword high and strike at it. The sword propped between the ground and his arm crackens and I manage to break it in two.


    The old man with a proud smile grabs a small dagger from his belt, aiming at my exposed back. I don¡¯t have the time to react properly, so I just block with my already wasted arm. As the dagger deepens inside my flesh I let go of my sword to fix my weight distribution and headbutt him with all the strength I can muster in that disadvantageous position.


    Even if I¡¯m a demon, my brain is still weak against blunt attacks. They can pierce it I still have a chance but a heavy hit will destroy my balance and senses for a time.


    And this is what happened here. From the hit I back off a few steps in pain, not knowing where is up or down. It only takes a few seconds until my senses are back but that period would be enough time to slice me in two.


    When I pull myself together I have to wipe some blood of my face, not knowing it¡¯s mine or his¡¯. After I manage to open my eyes I see the man laying unconscious on the ground. There is a pool blood around him but he should be fine. I hope. I will be in trouble if he¡¯s dead. Ah, that blood is from my arm. I can also feel his heart beating. Safe.


    A look turn my head to check the peanut gallery only to find the same frightened gazes I saw before coming here. What, do I look that intimidating?


    ¡°He seems fine but you should take him to a healer or something.¡± I turn around and try to erase my state of mind, but the adrenalin from the fight still pumps my blood and makes me unable to let go of the sword in my hand. A walk towards the assistant who brought me here but he steps back in fright. A loud laughter cracks from the background.


    This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.(?) ¡°That was a good fight! *laugh* They all crapped their pants-¡± He says while laughing hard. I look at the few people who are still calm. The one who laughs, a tall, muscular man in his 30s, an old veteran looking man and a few other mercenaries. The old man walks up to me and points at my hand.


    (old mercenary) ¡°The young easily misunderstand you when they are in panic. You should drop that¡± His tone is very strong and decisive but I¡¯m sure he is saying that from experience.


    ¡°I would if I could¡± I what I answer to what he shakes his head.


    (old mercenary) ¡°You are too inexperienced to wield such power. Here, let me help you.¡± He calmly approaches and unwraps my fingers from the sword slowly. When my hands become free, I stretch my fingers.


    ¡°Thanks. It¡¯s just that this is my first time wielding a sword.¡± At my remark all their eyes widen, but misunderstanding they imagine that I use some kind of other weapon.


    (? -> Muscle Mercenary) ¡°Well, you put hell of a fight there, I would estimate your sword skills are at gold level. If it weren¡¯t for you beating that ex-mithril mercenary in front of me I¡¯d not believe it. Are you a spearwoman?¡± I still don¡¯t know what the ranks mean but it should be fairly good.


    ¡°No, I usually fight barehanded. I sometimes throw swords or lances tough.¡± Yet again a confused look spark in their eyes.


    ¡°So, did I pass?¡± I ask from the assistant again.


    (old mercenary) ¡°It¡¯s an undeniable yes, but you won¡¯t know your rank ¡®til he awakens¡±


    Breaking from his freeze the assistant motions to follow. Due to the progress we made my hard eases a little. It would be impossible to run from here if they turn out to be enemies. Ah, they are humas. My thinking shifted again. They are my natural enemies yet not. It¡¯s a bit confusing. Ignoring the bystanders I follow behind the assistant for a while, until I¡¯m back at the reception again. After telling me to wait a little he goes to the back  and I hear a machine pressing against a metal. Now that I remember the mercenaries use some kind of dog tags for identifying. It is made of strong metal and has a magic emblem emitting certain pulses like magnet chips. It¡¯s very hard to fake them but if you are able to you have no use for doing it.


    After I¡¯m told to wait I sit down at one of the tables in the hall what is mainly used for waiting. I hope that guy won¡¯t hate me for for breaking his bones. I mean he was the one who started it. I had to hold back on strength to not kill him accidentally but he is far more skilled. When I ask a person sitting near me I learn that he was a highest ranking mercenary at adamantine level. The ranks are simple named after metals and their prices. Copper, iron, silver, gold, mithril, adamantine as it is. Why not numbers or other names? Simple. Their rank is what the minimum payment for their job usually is. Of course there are very few quests higher than gold but above gold you are considered a veteran or even a hero. The adamantine rank is literally reserved for powerful heroes. So, mithril is¡­ a small hero? Gosh, this is stupid.


    Few hours later the instructor approaches me with a stupid grin and rubs in my face that my rank is gold, only because I¡¯m a bastard who has no skill and only rely on her strength. After sending him back where he came from with a hard punch I claim my dog tag and walk away from the guild.


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 Chapter nineteen: Calm

    Sorry for the late, I have reasons. Down below after you read it.


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    I wonder if it¡¯s bad that I lost my moral sense. No, it is definitely a bad a thing. I mean if I get too arrogant and selfish I will make mistakes that might kill me. Or worse. So I make a promise to myself to think first and act rationally. I don¡¯t have to act as a lowly humas. This again. What I meant to say is that since I¡¯m a whore demon that eats humas I can do whatever I want if others won¡¯t learn of it. Yeah much better, I just can¡¯t stop destroying my calm.


    At least I¡¯m getting used to it. I¡¯m tired, huffy and in need of a good rest. When was the last time I slept normally? Oh, I forgot to sleep for a long time. My body is fine but my mental state... Shit. Let¡¯s just find an inn for now.


    Walking on the streets I stop by a store that has a few clothes and dresses in it¡¯s window. I don¡¯t have any real clothes but a ¡°reclaimed¡± one and the robe. Stealing from a bandit is reclaiming. I need some real clothes, so I go in.


    The entrance is a simple wooden door and the windows are not covered with glass. It¡¯s probably expensive. The insides are, well regular. Clothes hanging on pegs, changing rooms in the back. It¡¯s small yet filled with many different things you might need.


    (clerk) ¡°How may I help you?¡± Asks the female employee with a bright smile. It¡¯s strange to not get freaked out when seeing me but this girl is good at her job. I smell her sweating meaning she is intimidated strongly.


    ¡°I would like some casual clothes that I can wear while travelling and does not hinder my fighting.¡± At least she is acting nice. Money is money.


    (clerk) ¡°Please let me measure you.¡± This continent don¡¯t have fixed units for measurements so everyone uses their own. There are inches but it¡¯s easier to work for them this way.


    After she checks my sizes with trembling hands, I¡¯m lead to the back. She hands over a few clothes for me to try out. I do as she recommends and buy a few of them.


    ¡°How much will it be?¡± I ask.


    (clerk) ¡°Which currency?¡± Right, this is a border city. Let¡¯s see¡­ I have money from the empire that should worth a lot and a few silver coins from the beast country. I have no idea how much does that worth. Oh, I don¡¯t even know the currencies¡¯ names. Good to realise.


    I pull a gold coin from my pocket and present it to her.


    ¡°I have no idea what it¡¯s name actually but I have money from the empire. Do you accept it?¡± She stares at the gold coin for a while and bows a little before answering.


    (clerk) ¡°Of course miss. The price is 13 Lupiet silver meaning the change is 69 silver. If you accept my humble opinion please use silver, it would be inconvenient for you to travel with so much change. ¡° Yep, a good clerk should be like that. But do I look like someone rich? I guess I¡¯m but I¡¯m a demon how could I be someone rich from the empire?


    I simply smile and put the gold coin forcefully in her hands. I lift my bag she prepared for me and leave. Oh god I¡¯m too rich and lazy to carry so much change. It¡¯s not like I have any other than gold since I had more than I could carry and practiced throwing with them. Ups, this was a secret.


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    No matter, my mood is much better. I search for a place to stay for tonight, and who knows? I might stay here for a short time. This seems to be an ok place.


    After wandering around the streets I find an inn and reserve a room for two nights. Why two? Because I¡¯ll stay here a week at least but if the place is bad I can leave, if it¡¯s good I can lengthen. If I reserve only a day I can¡¯t lengthen it.


    During the rest of the day I make friends with the owner and some of the regulars. Relon is kind and nice to girls. He¡¯s also easy to talk to. I¡¯m still not the best in talking, but the drunken men can speak enough to compensate so I don¡¯t have to worry.


    I bet a whole gold coin in a drinking game, and lost. Not because I became drunk, but I was unable to drink more liquid. Seriously, where does that 15 liter beer go without pissing? Won¡¯t they get sick?


    When the evening comes I fall asleep soundly, even having a small smile on my face. Maybe this smile is even real, not the mask I wear during the day. Who knows? They say you are what you ate. If you do something regularly it will become normal. It¡¯s not like I smiled because I was happy and fulfilled. I smiled to bear myself to not cry.


    Just what am I even doing, acting 25 year old. It¡¯s just a lie. But it¡¯s a Necessary lie towards myself to keep me moving forward.


    The next day I wake up feeling much better. Maybe the mental stress was really too much, I have to sleep more often.


    Since the inn seemed nice yesterday I reserve the room for a whole week and pay in advance. I leave and spend the whole day resting, eating and exploring the city. It¡¯s¡­ annoyingly good to not have your life on the line. It¡¯s just normal. Even if they still fear me a little, they won¡¯t hate me here.


    Why do I have to go after that paper anyways? Why can¡¯t I just settle down here and enjoy my life? Why do I even bother to play others game? It¡¯s much better for my health to stay here. I can work, eat, sleep.


    Yes, this seems good.


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    Yes so I said reasons. so...


    Yeah, I''ll finish Vol. 1 now and put this away for a little. Not that far, but away. hiatus or so they say.


    Why? Because my writers fever crashed. Literally, I have to many stories in my head and unable to write proper sentences. See?


    Anyways, 4 chapters (~6500words) ready of my new fiction! More detailed! More refined! The story makes more sense! There are even things happening! Expect update soon!


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    Hi my dear psychopaths! :)


    I''m sorry for not writing this at the moment.


    Good news(for some of you):


    My new fiction was accepted! (took them 12 hours)


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    This is a teaser chapter for an upcoming rewrite.


    I''ve been asked many times to continue or rewrite this so I will do it.


    The story timetable is done and while some chapters will be very similar in the beginning, the story changed a lot. I hope you will enjoy this since the quality is much better than before.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


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