Morgan walked around, but he couldn't reach far enough. It seemed like he was locked in a pit. The walls were slippery and made of iron. Geez... is this some kind of prison in hell? What else could he think of? Judging by the way his heart was stabbed, he was sure that he was dead. If he had transmigrated, he would find himself somewhere in a bed with a maid beside him, right?
What kind of a sick joke was that then?
To find out more, he dived back into his new memories.
In the last memory, Brunos was lying down, breathing heavily with a sword in his right hand, blood stains decorating the floor.
He then saw a silhouette of a succubus entering the cave. The tip of her tail was glowing red, her eyes filled with killing intent and an aura of war swirling around her. It was Lilyard.
"Brunos," she called as she ran to him. Sadness replaced wrath on her face then burst out crying, "Who did you this to you?"
She sat near him and rested his head on her lap. "Darling?"
Brunos was too weak to answer her question. Instead, because Lilyard had told him that she was pregnant, he said, "Our daughter... call... Lilyon... I..."
She lifted his head and rested his ear on her belly. "Thank you, darling." Lilyard said as tears fell onto his dying lover. "That's a good name. Our daughter will love it. When you come back, she will thank you for it."
Brunos had a confused look on his face. "When... I come..."
"Of course you'll come back, darling. I'll find another soul for your body." She opened a tiny pot that she had in her left hand. "I've got to do this before you die. I'm sorry that you will have to live in darkness alone."
She murmured a tune that Morgan couldn't tell what it was. Slowly, a mist of crimson mixed with cyan enveloped Brunos. The next moment, Brunos was in that pot staring at Lilyard through the opening.
"Goodbye darling!" Her tears fell into the pot. "I have to close Miracle Pot before it's too late. I hope I'll be able to see you soon." She kissed her hand, blew at Brunos and closed the pot.
'Impossible!'
Could Morgan now solve the puzzle? Was he the soul Lilyard found for Brunos? Did it mean he was now alive? A father and a king? He didn't know whether to feel happy, sad or scared.
He wondered if Valeria was still a mute or how many years had passed since Brunos was locked into that pot. He had known Lilyard for five years. Was it five then? Would people recognize him as their king?
'God, why me? I died depressed. Why reborn the same?' In his novels, he just thought the concept of transmigration was a myth. My life was a lie. He said to himself and racked his brains to figure out how he was going to leave this pot if he was not mistaken.
He tried to shout but his voice didn't make it far. It would hit something and come to him echoing. He couldn't kick it or push it. Out of desperation, he lay on his back and tried to remember his Lilyard. Why would she die to bring his soul here?
After a few minutes, he heard some weird sounds. It was as if someone was poking at the pot with his nails. Was there a person near the pot?
"Is it my ignorance that I never understand my lady?" Morgan heard a female voice. "Why would someone think there's a person inside here? Will I look for this pot my entire life? Five years have passed. Nothing has happened. Maybe some more five. As long as it remains the same, I am not sure what to do next. I really need a child of my own. I sit here, talk to myself all day long, wake up in the night and..." She changed her voice as if talking to someone else. "Stop it, Eleanor! Your future is bright. I can see it. I know it. The man inside here will come out one day and you will have a child of your own." She then let out a prolonged sigh.
Morgan could tell she was depressed. Talking to one's self in that way is not something a happy person can do.
He now knew that someone was waiting for his return. Someone in need of a child. He grinned at that fact. How was he going to inform this lady that he was back to life?
He ran his hands across the floor to see if he could find anything to poke on the pot but there was non. If someone could hear the tapping from outside. It was also possible to hear it from the inside.
He chuckled to himself upon remembering that now he was Brunos. A creature with horns. He bent his head eastwards and banged westwards on the pot. A high-pitched sound emanated from the action. He chuckled again and increased his pace.
"What's that, Ele?" He heard the girl asking. "It's something or someone inside the miracle pot." Morgan laughed at her silliness. How could someone ask and answer herself as if they were two people?
He banged again and this time he heard the girl panicking. "What should I do? What should I do?"
"Open the pot you silly girl!" Morgan yelled, laughing, even though he knew she could not hear him.
After minutes, brightness swallowed darkness. He craned his head to look at the girl. Doe-eyed, hazel eyes, narrow horns. She wore a puzzled expression on her face. He couldn't tell if it was fear or confusion. She just stared at him wide-eyed.
"Take me out!" He tried to tell her but his voice seemed weak. He banged his horn once more, and the frightened succubus closed the pot again.
What the fuck? Am I going to rot in here? Morgan couldn't believe it.
He was going to bang again when his world turned upside down. He slumped and fell on his belly. Before he could stand up, his surroundings became bright again. He rose to his feet and stared at the succubus in front of him.
To inspect him, she held him in her hand. Morgan could only see her face.
Gosh... am I this insect like?
"Can you please lay me down?"
Her face brightened and her mouth opened in awe. "Your highness!"
"I said put me down and make me big again!"
After laying the pot cover on the ground, she marched across the room to bring something. Morgan was stunned by the bubbling ass that was bouncing in front of him as the succubus walked. He gulped and something in his pants—if he was wearing one—throbbed.
So this is my maid? The corners of his lips curled into a knowing smile. Only him knew what he was planning. And she wants a child?
He then saw her coming back with a golden wine glass. At least that's how he could describe it. She bent forward and smeared some white flour on him. As she moved her arm to smear more flour on him, her east-west boobies which were exposed except the nipples wiggled. His saliva glands released more and he gulped. He felt like touching her but suppressed his desires and waited for what was going to happen.
In an elevator-like motion, he rose from the ground to the point where he had to lower his gaze.
Eleanor stared at him as if he was some kind of miracle. Something in her eyes screamed lust and admiration as she said, "Welcome back, your highness!"
Morgan remembered her wish and chuckled to himself. "The way you're looking at me. Do you have anything you want to ask?"
"Before my lady comes," she said hesitantly. "I mean... can you give me a child of my own?"
This silly girl. He chuckled to himself and raised her chin using his index finger. "Do you know how to receive him?" he asked. After meeting whoever was her lady, he knew things weren't going to be easy. She would probably take him to the palace and there he would meet his enemies. Devouring the meal in front of him before that chaos would be a smart idea.
"How could I know, your highness? Mom told me that my father was an incubus but I've never seen one. Only beautiful succubi do."
Morgan could not believe his ears. If this girl in front of him went to earth, she would be the most beautiful. How came she was saying she was not beautiful? Did it mean he was going to see more beauties?
"What do you mean you have not seen an incubus?" He was confused. Aren't incubus men? Did she mean men were few?
Before she could answer, Morgan felt breeze blushing past his skin. Like being frozen by some magic. Eleanor jumped back and bent her body in panic.
"What's the matter?"
"My lady is coming," the succubus said trembling. She has bowed ninety degrees. "That's her aura when she is angry."
"Wait!" Morgan's voice was kinda hoarse because of the beauty in front of him. "Who is your lady?"
She lowered her head further and asked, "Should I say her name?"
This silly girl. "Of course you can! And stop bowing and look at me. I know you want so."
"Your highness, may..."
"I said look at me and answer my questions. I don't want you to keep wasting my time repeating whatever I ask you."
Her doe eyes fell on him as she said, "My lady is Lilyon." Her voice shook at the name Lilyon.
Lilyon?
Impossible. Wasn't she supposed to be a five-year-old girl? Questions bombarded Morgan from every direction so to stop them he asked, "How old is she?"
"Two hundred years plus."
"What?" Morgan looked at the succubus in front of him and by the expression, he knew she was not lying. Geez... I've been absent all those years? Life is not going to be easy. He froze at the realization.
~Dear reader, plz do let me know what you think about my story. I wonder what will be in the first comment of my book.