"Ahhh!" the boy exclaimed.
His head banged terribly from a sudden rush of memories.
The Demon King expected this to happen. So it wasn't unusual when he felt this surge of memories.
It was not his original body and so he expected either some form of rejection from the original owner's soul or a total breakdown of the body from not being able to contain him.
However, he was wrong in both cases concerning his new body. The body didn't reject him neither did it undergo a breakdown as he expected given that it was a mere mortal body.
Surprising, although in a good way.
His head ached from an influx of the original body's memories.
The original owner had died and drowned in the same river from a seemingly fishing accident a few hours before the Demon King possessed him.
The demonic creature looked at the river, clicked his tongue and shook his head.
"Tsk, tsk. That's so sad. For such a young boy to die like this."
He had gotten a good amount of the memory but not all yet. The rest would come in a few days or weeks at best. He couldn't say for sure. This was to allow his head time to rearrange the order of these memories.
"At least, I have his name," the Demon King said, "The owner of this body was called Aaron. I can start with that."
"Aaron. Aaron Winters."
The Demon King, now Aaron Winters, turned and headed into the forest. Ordinarily, he shouldn't have an idea of where he was going but having access to some of the original Aaron's memories came in handy.
He knew exactly where he was going and he was going home.
This new Aaron was happy to be returning home for whatever reason he must have seen during the flooding of memories.
A grin was maintained on Aaron's face as he walked back home.
"I might just enjoy this new life."
Aaron walked and walked until he was getting tired.
"This body is weak right now," Aaron pointed out.
It was not strange since the body was practically a corpse before the Demon King's possessed it. Of course, it would be weak, especially if the fact that it had even drowned as well was considered.
However, the Demon King needed to begin his new life as Aaron and to do that Aaron needed to get home.
Aaron stopped after another few minutes and looked at the sky and then forwards.
He muttered a few words in another tongue that was known only to him but nothing happened.
He did it again and again but it was the same result.
Aaron looked at his hands with disappointment.
"Seems it would take a while before I get all my powers back too."
After another half hour of walking, Aaron caught sight of a structure on a hill ahead of him.
It was a building.
As he got closer, he noticed the building was slender and tall and painted in circular patterns of red and white.
"A watch tower?" he wondered.
He knew this from the inherent memory he had received.
"I've arrived at the village then."
A sense of fulfilment washed over Aaron and he smiled. He had finally arrived at his village. So, his home was not far away anymore.
Aaron heaved a sigh of relief as he proceeded to enter the village.
****
Entering into the village, the Demon King discovered that his new host was a popular guy among the villagers.
"Hello, Big Brother Aaron," a boy and a girl, much younger than him, greeted as they walked past him.
Aaron gave them a nod and continued on his way home.
Those two were the ninth and tenth persons he was greeting and he had not been inside the village for up to half an hour.
'This Aaron guy must have been quite popular. That makes my life easier,' Aaron thought to himself as he returned home.
'At least it's not some dweeb I'll have to brush up before I can do anything. So sad what happened to him. Even sadder is the fact that they won't ever know he's dead already.'
He looked around as he walked the streets of his village, imbibing it more into the new memories he was creating in conjunction with the old ones.
"Aaron-boy!" a voice called out to him.
Aaron stopped and turned to see a woman approaching him very fast with a small sac in her hand.
"I've been calling you, Aaron," the woman said, almost raising her voice but Aaron's countenance was not having any of it.
The intimidating look on his face alone quelled her rage instantly and she shuddered, almost forgetting why she was calling him.
"I didn't hear you," Aaron answered without a bit of remorse.
The woman scoffed. "Hmph, so rude," she groaned, looking to the side.
"Here," she said, handing Aaron the small red sac she had in her hand.
Aaron raised the sac, turning it around and examining it. "What's this?" Aaron asked with a curious look.
The woman scoffed. "It's for your mother. It would help her with her recurrent body aches."
Aaron took the sac and put it in his pocket. "I'll tell her it's from you then."
Luckily, he had access to the woman's name and so that was going to be easy. Aaron turned and left as the woman watched him.
"Since when did Aaron become this rude?" the woman wondered.
Aaron couldn't help but peep into the sac as he walked home to see what it was. He saw a couple of seeds, about eight of them, and a transparent bottle that contained a white jelly substance.
"Yuck!" he exclaimed with a cringe face. The content of the sac had a powerful and awful stench.
"These are probably medications. Nothing special," he deduced.
He tied the pouch back and continued on his journey.
****
Aaron finally reached his home. The home of the Winters.
It was an old one-storey building with low gates that also doubled as the fence around the house.
There were a few trees around and a garden by the side of the house that stretched a bit far actually.
They lived away from the main village, close to half an hour's walk from it. The location of their home afforded them some reclusion from the other families and village gossip.
It was Aaron's father who brought up the idea of them living away from the communal life of their village. Something that Aaron's mother realised in the long run that he had only done so for his selfish interest, but it was too late.
Aaron opened the small gates and walked to the door.
DING DONG!
He pressed the doorbell and waited for a little while before pressing it again.
DING DONG!
After a while, there were still no answers to the door.
The Demon King smacked his forehead. 'Wait a minute, I live here. Tch, how foolish of me!'
He had realised that this was his house and he didn't need to be knocking so courteously like a guest.
He was not a guest.
He was one of the two owners of this building: him and his new mother.
It was not locked and so Aaron easily opened the door and walked into the house.
He looked around the house, re-familiarizing himself with the environment.
He toured around the house, touching the tables, the chairs, the shelves and whatever was in his field of vision.
As he approached the dining room that was close to the kitchen, his head ached a little and he had another rush of memories.
These ones weren't good ones. The dining didn't bring good memories but regardless, it didn't stop him from admiring the antique chairs and table that they used for dining.
As he sat down and admired the pieces of furniture, a tall feminine figure walked in, dressed in a light brown gown and an apron with a simmering pot in her hand.
She was startled by Aaron's presence as she had not expected to see someone already seated and looking like he was waiting for her.
Aaron looked at the woman in front of him, his eyes quietly running a check on her figure.
The Demon King smirked. 'So this is my new mother, huh?'