I somehow found my strenghth and was able to leave his house.
"I don't know" kept ringing in my ears. If he could feel the thread, then he could feel how much we belonged together.
As disgusting as I felt being fated to a demon, the rest of the issues just seem to disappear. Even the unfaithfulness seems diminished. Until I remember his words.
I don't know. How can one not know. I look down at my preteen body.
Of course he wouldn't know. I look like a freaking kid. I take a deep breath and release it. I look this way because of him. He did this to me.
I can feel my anger building back up, which is lucky because I see a pregnant demon in front of me. I gauge her body and realize that she is currently in labor, and to damn dumb to realize it.
I get that it has been a few centuries since they have had the ability to procreate, but how dumb can one demon be?
She keeps grabbing her back and her lower belly.
I put on a caring expression and walk over to the demoness. "Hi, hello. It looks like the little one is about to be born. Let me help you," I use my soothing voice, lulling her into compliance.
I walk to her...house? Is this serioulsy a house, I can see cheap plywood leaning precariously together. She was going to raise my essence in this place.
I take a better look at the demoness and sniff the air.
Ah, she's a weaker level demon, probably chosen to carry for a stronger demon.
I've learned that some demons do in fact care a lot about their bodies, same as humans. Refusing the birth in case they lose their girlish figure.
I wonder if this demon is prepared to not only lose this newest bundle of joy, but also her life.
"Come on, let's get you settled. Do you have any running water?"
"No, I need to go to the madams house, I can't stay here..." she moans in pain clutching her belly.
"Ah, I'll help you afterwards. The spawn is fast approaching," I tell her, as I get my clothes out of the way.
I remove her bottom half of clothing, and can see that the head is already bridged. How in the hell did she walk with the child already emerging?
Damn demons.
I move some pillows behind her back. "At the next bout of pain, I want you to push with everything you have."
The demoness barely pushes when the child lands in my hands. I feel instantly attached to the little green monster.
Even the little horn on her head is adorable. Without paying too much attention, I light the demon on fire and suck out my essence that remains in her bones.
I can feel a surge of power.
I wrap the little one up in my arms, her naked flesh remains uncovered since I refuse to use any of the disgusting items here and all I have is the clothes that I am wearing.
Doesn't matter, the little spawn is warm, much warmer than my own flesh. I light my skin to match her heat and walk out of the crumbling, fire engulfed wooden shack.
I see the other demons watching me but staying away. Its good to have a bit of power.
I look down at the littles bundle in my arms. I don't usually take the spawns this young, and she feels more...human than the other demons I've collected. She feels more like my own daughter.
Perhaps it is from the weaker demoness that birthed her.
She is still dirty from the birthing process but I still gather her up and snuggle her tiny body as I walk towards that demons home.
I looked at my arms. I was no longer stuck in a thirteen year olds body, but more like my eighteen year old self. I reached up to my hair, it was longer too.
She may have been weak, but she had a lot of my essence in her. Perhaps that is why this little one feels so close to me.