*TW: Minor violence (Getting beat up)*
Let's skip back in time to about 78 years ago, where a somewhat young child, who got into any and every fight he could. Whether he wanted to or not, well… I can't say just yet, perhaps it was his personality, or his upbringing.
This boy, he would usually in cases like today, lose the fight.
"You Bitch!" The young boy spits as he's thrown down to the ground by a punch due to several previous insults he spat at the taller child.
The taller child, a girl, grabs him by the collar of his dirty ragged shirt, her fist raised to punch him again, to make him regret insulting her. Blood is dripping from his now broken nose, "You speaking about yourself?" she scoffs a satisfied smile creeping onto her face, punching the boy again, she gets kicked in the stomach by him. This girl takes his kick un-flinching, not a single flicker in her expression.
…
"Ouch, how bruising to this young boy's ego." I chuckle thinking back on that time.
"Shh, don't say such things about yourself." The man beside me laughs as he pinches my nose and shakes my head back and forth.
I sigh, "fine then, back to my story." I give in to his request, like I do when he's like this, when he's interested in my story.
"Our story" he laughs correcting me, letting me weave my magic and the apparatus shines to life.
"Well at this point in time, it's my story." I argue back, not waiting for his snarky retort, I make the apparatus move to the images of two children fighting.
….
The scuffle ensued, both children ripping and pulling each other's hair, not pulling any punches or kicks for that matter, whether there punched each other in the gut or crotch neither cared, perhaps they were both only looking to win this childish fight.
Their fight is in an alleyway that is just behind the main building of their 'school'. Many students walk by, none of them caring or noticing the scuffle happening in the alley.
"Enough!" A voice boomed. "Osman! you'd best have a good reason this time!" What looked to be a prim and proper noblewoman approached them.
Osman curses under his breath, and shoves the taller girl off of himself, darting away from a certain confrontation the adult that yelled his name would most certainly engage with himself.
As a singular horn of his shines in the dim light of the alleyway. Osman darts away, or at least attempts to ; as he is pulled back by his tail by the girl.
"Alice!" He yells out the pain of having his tail tugged by her was extremely excruciatingly painful. As any tail, especially a demon's, it is one of the most intimate and sensitive areas.
Even family members are careful, as even a simple tug could incapacitate them. But demons, hell do they ever have good facial control.
…
"And you have absolutely none!" He wheezed beside me, Laughing like I told the joke of the century.
"Shut up!" I blush, used to his antics, but the embarrassment of being teased truly never goes away. "Fuck! You may be my husband, but you go too far sometimes." I hit his thigh 4 times, each smack harder then the last, the very last hit stinging my hand hard.
His thigh was much harder than it should be. I look at my hand, now red from hitting him. "You didn't." I glare at him.
He looks away from me guiltily, and I grab his cheeks squishing them "Look at me, did you, or did you not just use defensive magic?"
He turns his face to me and looks me dead in the eyes. My hand is squishing his cheeks making him look like a puffer fish. I stifle my urge to laugh at his stupid face.
I put on my most serious face, urging him to answer. "Jerry, answer me."
"I bif tho hat?" (I did so what) He looked at me confidently, a grin making its way on his puffer fish face, making it seem like I was the one in the wrong.
"You ass" I scoff at the unfairness, shaking my head in defeat letting my grip on his face slacken. He seized this as an opportunity, catching me off guard he spun us around, and now I am pinned under him.
Jerry grins stupidly, and plants a kiss on my forehead, and runs away giggling like a highschooler. His laughter, so contagious that I laugh along with him. Walking out into the opulent halfway of our home, our grand castle. It was bought 5 years ago, it was quite a joyous day, many good things happened that day.
I pause in front of our portrait that I commissioned a faye to paint in return from freeing them from a slave merchant.
"Are you coming? I'm making your favorite!" He yells, knowing I would come find him, even if he didn't yell.
"I'm that predictable aren't I?" I mumble, smiling as I descend the intricately decorated stairs to join him.
Well, spending 20 years together does make you notice things about a person.
….
The boy cries in pain, holding the base of his tail "Fucking Bitch" he curses. Glaring at Alice, who is now standing proudly above him.
"Bitch this bitch that cant you speak normally?" Alice sneers, getting ready to hit him again. "No wonder you're a failure."
The boy tenses up, curling himself up further to protect himself. The girl's arm winds back ready to hit him again but is interrupted.
"Now now," the noblewoman says approaching, chiding Alice, she walks to Osman and stands above his pained form "my dear son, why can't you do anything right?"
"Fuck off," he cries curling himself into a ball whilst holding the base of his tail with a hand and the other covering his sobbing face.
An exasperated sigh comes from his mother, "You are an incubus, act more like your sister for satan's sake!" She recasts her magic to transfigure his tail and horn.
"The least you could do is seduce a human, but you can't even do that, animals are the only thing you can control." She then tossed him a pouch. "This is the last time, I can't come find you anymore. you are on your own from now on. If you get hunted or die it's no longer my problem, you are no longer my child…. you weakling" she turns her back on him walking on the same path back to the busy street.
Perhaps this was her last pity on her youngest child, or perhaps she's never wanted him, even aboured him, but she's kept him alive albeit not loved.
"Little fucker, you'll be on your own now" Alice spits, not on him but close enough that her intent unclear. Does she hate him or care?
"leave him alone" The noblewoman asserts not glancing back at her pathetic child. "We need to leave."
"Fine" she huffs, "just one last thing" leaning in on osmans curled up form. Her breath hot in his ear she whispered "You'd better stay alive, Baby Brother."
The words 'Baby Brother' and 'Stay Alive' was spoken with such love you wouldn't think that she was the same person fighting just a few minutes ago.
….
"That was quite harsh, no?" my husband asks, taking another bite of his apple pie.
"Harsh? Mhn, well, in your perspective perhaps, but she was much kinder compared to the other adults around." I smile, my mind wandering slightly.
He holds a fork with a chunk of pie to my mouth, waiting for me to eat it. "Okay, I get it, your mother wasn't the best but she wasn't the worst out there."
I bite the piece of pie, nodding. "Now then, should I continue?"
"Yes, please do, i want to see more of your 18 year old self" he slides the magic apparatus towards me.
"Shush, you're making me feel old! I just matured according to my races standards, not your humans" My spouse, Jerry, just nods his head chewing on his food neither agreeing or disagreeing with the notion of me being old.
I clicked my tongue and started up the magical apparatus. Jerry's interest went from his pie to the apparatus, like a child that had just discovered he can blow bubbles
…..
Groaning in pain, Osman sobbed as he is now left alone in the bleak alleyway. The sound of passing footsteps on the mainroad now just a blur of noise as he clutches his stomach, a constant ringing persistent within his ears. His earlier bravado long gone, replaced by a simple young child, a boy, heartbroken and hurt.
The pain of his wounds is much less than the wound of his heart. The wound of being left alone, to fend for himself in a world that is far too cruel to an immature young demon who had been sheltered and cared for for 18 long years.
After about 20 minutes of full on gut wrenching sobs, dry heaving and trembling he slowly gets up his bruises and stomach aching as he brushes off the dirt on him to the best of his ability. The clothes he is wearing are no better than rags, too old and too tattered to even be called clothes.
Osman goes over to a garbage can and sifts through it, hoping to find something of either value or something to eat, as his pride won't feed him or give him better clothes than what he's wearing.
Finding a hat, a dirty, musty, moldy looking hat in the trash, was definitely not what the boy was looking for, but perhaps this hat could be of use.
Osman pinches it, pulling the hat out of the trash, he then throws it to the ground near the entrance out of reflex as several creatures had crawled out of a moldy spot on it towards his hand.
"AHH!" He screamed not loudly as his voice hoarse due to his earlier breakdown.
After a few seconds, several more crawled out of it. They were tiny, smaller than a fingernail, but the fact that Osman had never experienced or seen an 8 legged black creature like this before startles and scares him.
Then several more, and more, started to appear out of the old hat, like magic, there were around several hundred, small black creatures. They didn't really do much, they just scattered and did not attack the boy, but the fear of so many makes him run, run away and jump over the hat and towards the street, his only viable exit, his only salvation from this situation.
…..
"You saw a spider," Jerry states matter of factly.
"Yes," I replied curtly.
"And you didn't just, I don't know? Kill it?"
His question rings in my ear, as he opens his mouth to ask another question I shut him up with my response.
"You try never seeing a spider before and grow up never knowing what spiders are, and you want me to think 'aww look it's a cuddly wuddly spider!' No! There was like 1 thousand of em. And I didnt know if they were gonna kill me or not" I say angrily.
"It wasnt that bad."
"It was that bad."
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