It has been 4 years since my depressing birth. My name is Bael, son of Helena. Formerly known as Isaac, I was reincarnated into this backwards world of Gods and Demons.
My reaction to this world was fairly subtle, but after noticing that this world didn't have flushing toilets, functional toilet paper, or even comfortable clothes, I was depressed and annoyed.
I live with my new mom in a one-bedroom, rundown shack on the outskirts of the Vostroth Empire.
I can uphold a basic conversation in the Demon language, or what I call Latin. I still haven't learned the entire language yet as it is largely different and almost similar at the same time to the English language I learned my entire past life.
I learned from my mom that Azza left because he was mistaken that I was a Cambion. A Cambion is the baby of a human and demon, which is deemed illegal in the Empire. Cambion's aren't executed, but they're kidnapped or imprisoned by the more powerful demons as a source of food because of their abnormally fast regeneration. The parents of the Cambion child are executed for treason, demon or not.
All demons have a regeneration factor. The lowest level of regeneration is a slight boost in an average healing rate, making a wound that would take 2 weeks to heal, take 1 and a half weeks to heal.
I'm assumed to be a Cambion. Most Cambion's usually don't have a human skin colour, but in my case, I look almost identical to a human, aside from my pale white hair.
I have white spots of fur that line the sides of my torso and stretch towards my back. They cover my entire back and stop at the bottom of my neck. I also have a pair of tiny, goat-like horns on my head that curves back from the base and curves back around, towards my forehead.
My mom is a Succubus. All Succubi have wings that they use to fly. They prey on the magic power of a male once they've had intercourse. High-level Succubi can enslave men upon eye contact. Helena is a low-class Succubus and only receives a tiny bit of magic power every time she has s*x.
I should've inherited her dark eagle-like wings that lay on her back at her waistline, but I inherited Azza's damn low-class demon genes. Azza is a Grackmar, a hairy race of Satyr-like demons that can shoot beams of energy from their horns by forcing their soul through their horns at insane speeds.
Grackmar are rare, as most have died because they exhausted their soul from their repeated use. The Grackmar are an ancient race that were created by the original demons that called Aurus their home. Their power was sealed by an ancestor of Vile, the late Demon Emperor.
All demons can evolve into a stronger version of their species once they reach a threshold. Although it sounds overpowered, evolving doesn't guarantee a marginal boost in overall strength.
Individuals who evolve could have their body size grow, or receive an ability from an entirely different demon race. In some cases, a top-class demon, like dragons, have been seen transforming into a humanoid body.
The inhabitants of this world use three different "energies" like Ki from Dragon Ball.
Soul, Aura, and Magic. Magic is self-explanatory, but I'll elaborate on the other two. The Soul is what determines your potential and in the Grackmar's case, the power of their energy beams. The Soul can also be used as a source of magic, also like a Grackmar. It sacrifices lifespan for raw energy and is much stronger than normal magic.
Aura is what lurks in everyone's body. Only with extreme physical and mental training can one grasp the basics of Aura. The youngest aura user is 23 years old, and she's been trained to use Aura since she was 4 years old.
On with the story:
From what I could gather from idle talk of my mom and her friends from the basement, this world is called Aurus.
Humanity is almost extinct and demons live lush lives. Or at least that's what this book about Humanology says. I picked up this book after I finally released myself from my mom's embrace as she held me in her sleep.
The name of the book is Human Society: A Demon's Guide. It detailed the human culture, hierarchy, and anatomy, much of what I know already. It also detailed the history of the Human Empire. 200 years ago, the Human Emperor assassinated Vile Diabolus Vostroth. His offspring, lead by his oldest son, took revenge on the humans and committed atrocious war acts.
They ordered a mass genocide on the human population of Aurus. The troops r*ped indiscriminately, not even batting an eye while molesting the human children. I clutched the cover of the leather book in anger. With my meagre child-like strength, the leather only creased. The book contained compositions of demons ripping clothes from female humans and children.
There was a race called Seraphim that helped humans and actively fought the demons. I call them Angels due to their scary similarity to another sort of angels I knew on Earth. A legend in the book says that Angels were made from Aurus, the planet. But Demon historians suspect that there was an ancient race that created the angels using a special alloy they created.
Humans were no match for the sheer number of demons, as the Demon Horde conquered their way through Aurus.
(<> < I'll stop using this for the Demon language since the MC can understand it now)
"Bael?" I heard a slurred voice call my name from my mom's room. 'Crap.'
I scurried to my feet and rushed to place the Humanology book behind the bookshelf. "Yeah, mom?" I answered. I raced to Helena and saw her rubbing her eyes and yawning. "What is it?"
"I have to work in a little bit, so you're going to Tur's house!" she said as she bent down and pinched my cheeks, smiling. Helena is extremely beautiful, especially when she smiles. If I didn't have the non-existent libido of a four-year-old child, I don't know how I'd be able to control myself.
'I'm starting to notice a trend with these demon names. Why are they always short?'. I nodded my head to confirm and Helena stood back up to walk into our room.
Helena works at a brothel where she is passed around by the men of this village daily. She has never mentioned it, but how are you supposed to sleep when a woman comes home covered in sweat and smells like fish?
Ever since I found that out a year ago I've distanced myself from the male species of this village. I can't look at them the same without knowing that they may have sexually abused my mom like that.
I didn't think of Helena as an actual mom when I reincarnated here, but after seeing what she's had to go through, I couldn't help but help her in every way, especially after seeing Azza leave when I was born.
Helena's parents died when she was a teenager, and she's been working in brothels ever since because it was the only thing she knew how to do with her body. Her low-class genes render her helpless against truly strong species that can overpower her.
I walked back out of our room and waited for Helena at the front entrance. She soon came walking out in a lingerie-like short-skirt worn-out dress that tightly hugged her assets on her chest.
She grabbed my hand and parted the fur that we have in replacement of the door. The door was smashed to pieces one night after my mom tried to run away from one of her customers when they ordered her to do something she didn't like.
That was a sleepless night for me.
I jump down the stairs out our entrance and land on a dry dirt path that connects all the homes to the centre of the village. A few houses were scattered up and down the path, and many other races of demons were carrying out their jobs/errands. I eyed the males as they walked past my mom with sleazy expressions.
'I'll remember you when I grow up.'
I continued walking with Helena towards a familiar house that looks much better than our run-down shack. Helena knocked on the door and I heard a small child sprinting for the door at Mach 1.
The door swung upon and a tiny, furry beastman greeted us at the door.
"Bael!" the child said. She grabbed my arm and pulled me inside with her gorilla strength. Damn my child-like strength! My arm feels like it's being pulled by a black hole!
A tall woman poked her head out from her room and saw my mom at the entrance. She waved and walked back into her room, while my mom closed the front door.
"Yo, Ari," I greeted her as we rushed inside the house. Ari is a beastman. A race of demon-monster hybrids. She has pointy, cat-like ears that lay on top of her head, and blonde fur that covers her arms and legs. She is 6 years old, 2 years older than me.
"I found a book, can you read it for me?" She asked me with the best puppy eyes a beastman could do.
And with the constant repetition of waking up from smelling my mom covered in sweat at night, another year passed just like that.