"Is it true, Yelena?! Has he woken up?!?" A brown haired man with a goatee stormed inside the room, crashing the door onto the wall with his entrance, making his presence anything but unknown.
"Yes Honey!! Our baby has finally woken up!"
It's been a long time since I realised that I was a baby, but despite this, the probability of this being hell still stayed extremely large in my mind, after all, I was practically a villain in my previous life, who assassinated a king for the sake of my own greed.
My mother, Yelena, excitedly held me up for her husband to see, as if holding up a trophy she had just won.
No, please! Don't burn me, let me down!
"Ghaa, Ghaa!!"
But my pleads reached no one, instead it came out as a cute babbling that didn't signify a hint of stress in it. I've honestly never felt so alone ever in my life. Despite being surrounded by noise and people who are only here for my presence.
Sweating, I panicked as she held me up, struggling with all my might in the hope a miracle would happen. But no miracle had happened, in the midst of my panic, I became convinced, I am in hell, god has abandoned me, I am by myself and no miracle is going to happen.
"Miss Yelena, the baby seems to be distressed, I suggest you let him down."
Immediately, my ears perked up as I heard the speech of an angel, and I swiftly turned my head with an abundant smile to the source of the sound, nodding my head like a chicken pecking grains in the midst of my motion. When I met the gaze of the angel, I saw a brown-haired maid with her long hair tied up in a braid, her eyes however, weren't as normal. Shining like glitter under the lamp, her eyes were a striking orange, that were akin to twin suns. Never in his previous life did I see someone with orange eyes, and such a striking orange at that.
The reason I was able to describe her eyes so clearly from so far away was because she was currently looking at me as if she had been told her husband was pregnant, with her eyebrows nearly forming an arrow shape, clearly looking at me with great surprise.
"Aww sorry Lucas, I didn't mean to scare you."
Yelena said with a sympathetic expression as she put me back down on the bed.
"Miss Yelena, doesn't Sir Lucas seem quite intelligent? The way it smiled at me when I asked you to put him down seemed like he already knew our language, even now, look, it seems like it's listening to me…"
Oh so that's what she was surprised about earlier. Fair enough. I would also probably question things after seeing how I acted.
Now that things have calmed down, I should probably think about what's going on. Is this really hell? Or have I gained memories of my past life? I don't think it's that I gained memories from my past life, as if I did, then I should have gained consciousness when I left the womb, but from the settings I woke up to, that didn't seem like the case.
Could it be transmigration?
No matter how much I thought, I couldn't rule out either of the possibilities, so I decided to believe that this was transmigration to be on the safe side, as who knows what would happen if a baby is born with language and habits. I could be researched on, or even possibly killed if people see me as a monster.
Having made up my mind on my next course of action, I looked at my parents faces, gulped down my saliva along with any pride that I had left in me, and let out a massive, and I mean crazy big, shotgun burst. From my boo-boo hole.
I then made a crunch motion and looked at the masterpiece of a painting in front of me, and honestly couldn't help but praise myself for my genius.
'Ah, abstract art truly is the finest genre of art…'
But my smile didn't last for long as my father, whose still-as-steel face was sprayed with brown, runny liquid, which slowly s-seeped into h-his closed mouth, was quick to take revenge and let out a terrible murky vomit onto my open legs, and also onto my private parts. I couldn't even be disgusted. I genuinely felt bad for him. I may be a villain that has killed many, but even the devil would feel bad for him.
20 minutes later…
My father and I could be seen sitting face to face with each other, me on a bed, and him on a wooden chair, to the side of the bed. We both looked at each other with serious expressions, in an understandably heavy silence, after what had just happened, even an execution would be fit for this scene. Breaking the silence, Rainer decided to speak.
"Lucas."
"Ghaa. (I'm seriously sorry)"
"I am someone who holds grudges."
Sweating, I decided to take a final stand, in attempt to stop myself from living my life as an orphan, and mustered up the cutest face, and the cutest voice, trying to hopefully seethe his anger.
"Ghaah? (I'm really sorry.)"
I said cutely, tilting my head, also cutely.
But knowing that they couldn't understand me, I couldn't help myself from saying sorry this one, possibly last, time. In case I couldn't see him ever again, I wanted these words to be my last. After reflecting, I realised that what I had done was truly unforgivable, and was ashamed from the fact I decided to make jokes at that moment.
"Yelena. Let's abandon him."
Rainer said to Yelena, who was silent until now, not cutting in because she didn't want to assist in fueling a great fire.
"Honey, calm down!! It's just a baby!!" Yelena pleaded, holding onto his arms.
Whoa seriously, isn't this comedy scene getting a bit out of hand?? Are you forgetting who I am? I'm your son! Don't you have even a bit of love for me?!
Whatever remorse I had for this guy was now fully gone.
"You're asking me to be calm?"
Rainer asked, clearly rhetorically.
"After what had just happened, you're asking me to be calm?!? You saw it with your own two eyes! What that bastard did to me!"
"It's fine honey, just take a nap and see if you still feel the same after it." Yelena said with a sweet voice, trying her very hardest to level his head.
Rainer then looked straight into my eyes, and clenched his fists.
"Fine" Rainer said solemnly.
"But if my anger isn't gone by then, don't expect much when it comes to my mercy."
Rainer then powerfully turned around with a snort. And left the room, banging the door shut.