"What is going on. I hear talking, er, I think that's talking. Wait what is that bright light? Stop just let me go back to bed." I painfully declared.
"Its ok dear, your almost there, just a little more and our baby will be here"
"Who the hell is squeezing my head so hard. So help me god when I wake up I'm punching the first person that I see."
"Here he comes honey, he's almost here." Said some loudmouth who needs to shut up.
Out of nowhere I hear an ear piercing scream. "Oh god please for love of whatever is holy Stoooooop!"
Then almost as quickly as it started it was over. I'm not sure what the hell just happened, but after the screaming stopped I feel myself being lifted through the air and being passed from one set of hands to the next. Wait, am I dreaming of crowd surfing? What a boring dream, of all the things I could be doing my mind goes to crowd surfing like some washed up music artist. "God help me"
"Our little Kynor Tetsia is finally here, love." Said a soothing voice that pierced my heart.
After a few minutes I stop getting passed around and then I smell it. The most aromatic gorgeous smell I've ever had the privilege of being near enough to bask in. I want to stay here forever. I've never been more at home in my life than I have right now in this moment.
My eyes are beginning to feel less heavy as I get pressed against something... soft? No that's not right, Bouncy? No, that is still not right! ... Squishy!! I begin to open my eyes and everything is a blur. The only thing that has any clarity in this god forsaken room is the intoxicating aroma coming from this women... "Oh. My. Sweet lord almighty. Those are.. those are.. HUGE!" It might be blurry, but i'm not an ignorant fool. Although as soon as I realized what those are my entire body begins to lift up into them until my mouth gets planted firmly on the tip and some sort of liquid comes out that surprisingly tastes kinda good.
As I gulp down the mysterious fluid the realization sets in my obviously slow mind. I just got breast fed by this abnormally busted woman. Meaning that not only did I NOT get turned on by this.. this.. ritual of sorts, I've been reborn.
My eyesight starts to clear up and I'm looking at this woman who just fed me. Looking up distracting me from my now full belly, to this gorgeous sight I am looking at. There she is my... Mother? I mean she has to be. Figuring the last few moments that I've gone through I really have just been born to another woman. Only she looks strange.. not ugly just different than what i'm used to. For starters she has a slender face with dark purple lips and Violet hair and at the top of her head.. are... horns. Yea. Yea I'm not crazy those are real life horns. They shine with a Barely visible purple hue on them. Almost black, but in the right light I can clearly see purple coming from them. Her eyes are soft pink, contrasting perfectly with her dark menagerie of natural colors that make up her face.
Then abruptly I hear this whimpering in the corner almost like a dying dog of sorts. I'm trying to look around to find this annoying whimper in the room when I get lifted up as my new found mother gestures for some man in a dark corner to come and hold me. He comes into the light and I see a brawny very muscular man who screams the definition of warrior. He has Crimson hair that is short and spiky at the top. Dark Horns with a very faint color of red flowing back towards his scalp along with another set of horns that peak almost straight up to the sky in between them as if they are making a point of being flashy. I look over his face and he has a very handsome jaw line that meets perfectly to his chin that makes his face perfectly symmetrical. "Wait did I just call some dude handsome, Oh god remind me to throw up when I get a chance." I notice his eyes are a fiery red that are bloodshot with tears falling down from them. "come on dude get it together, its just a baby being born get over it." I say as if he's able to read my mind.
This now sobbing man comes over to where I'm being held and my mother hands me to him. Reluctantly he picks me up with his hand under my head to keep it steady and just begins to cry his eyes out as soon as he gets a good look at me. I look over at my mother as if to try and get some sort of help from her before he cries so much that he drops me on the floor. Then out of nowhere I hear some baby crying his eyes out along with my father.
Confused at what's going on I get handed back to my mother and then the crying stops almost as soon as I get a whiff of that beautiful aroma of violets and tangerines. That's when I realized I was the one that was crying. I guess with even the slightest bit of uncomfort will force me to cry uncontrollably. I guess not being able to control emotions comes with being born in a new body.
My father reaches down to me in my mothers arms and plays with my fingers and toes, he accidently pokes me too hard and I end up crying my eyes out again. At that moment I feel some warm wind flowing around me and then a bright light forming a magic circle with several lit up constellations in the shape of a peony flower? Before I had time to think about it a Gigantic blast of wind erupts from the magic circle and my dad goes flying through the wall as I hear him yelling "Honey no please, Im sorrrryyy..." With a resounding thud after falling a minimum of 3 stories on what I can describe only as stone, My mother speaks to me as if I can understand her saying "Now, now sweet pea we can just let this be a lesson to anyone who thinks they can harm my precious boy." I gave my best baby giggle and my mother ate it up and hugged me tight against her allowing me to really soak in the sweet smell of violets and tangerines.
After a few minutes my father storms into the room and gets on his hands and knees in the prostrating position and continues to apologize to mom.
"Honey please I didn't mean to harm our precious baby, please don't resent me. My nails accidently sharpened due to the pure joy I was having while playing with him for the first time."
My mother looks over at him and stares daggers into his soul and very elegantly, but sternly tells him "If you want to apologize to someone then apologize to our baby that you oh so accidentally harmed even though he's less than 20 minutes old!" As she was speaking her voice got more cold and demanding to show her resentment.
In that moment however he comes around the bed and in full view I see him covered in leaves, dirt, scrapes from what I can only guess came from the landing, and a few out of place branches of a tree that poked through his grey and red trimmed cape that came over his slender armor that looked like leather, but much sturdier.
He takes a look at me and with tears in his eyes he gives his most heartfelt apology. "please forgive me kiddo daddy didn't mean to scratch you. Can you ever forgive me." As tears are falling from his face I begin to wonder how long can one man cry, good god! Reluctantly I decide to forgive him, but not before giving him a beatdown. In that moment I make a fist as hard as I can and give him the biggest haymaker of my life directly to his face. That's when the laughter started and I realized that my punch of life time was no more than an accidental slapping of his nose with my tiny fingers that couldn't even scratch an itch if I wanted to. What can you expect though I'm only 20 min old at this point in time.
A few days go by and my mother is finally up and walking around with me inside what I can only describe as a castle. Yes. I didn't stutter. I actually live in a castle. While my mother holds me forward so I can get a good view of everything as we are walking by I take note of my surroundings and I've come to the conclusion that I'm royalty. We have several maids that take care of anything and everything that needs done in the castle and whenever we pass by them in the hallway every single one of the squeals and say how adorable I am. I would be lying if it didn't go to my head even just a little bit.
My mother and Father are madly in love with each other. They both have very busy days every day, but they always make time to spend it with each other or give each other small kisses in passing if they are in a hurry. It's mostly dad that's in a hurry. I don't know much of what he does, but he dotes on me whenever he gets the chance. I'm not sure what all this royalty business is or what is going to be expected of me in the future, but as of right now being with momma, with her signature aroma of violets and tangerine is nothing short of pure bliss.
Another few days went by and momma wasn't the one who I woke up to. This time I was woken up to none other than the head maid. Her name is Aurora. She was by far the best maid in the castle, I guess that goes to show with her having the title of head maid. She is nothing short of perfection. with her bright blue eyes, and pointy nose that isn't too long. Her puffy cheeks do nothing, but round out her face in cute features. I adore her hair color which is a shiny blonde with pure black horns that come out of her head in a very attractive manner. I'm not sure why, but my baby instincts always look towards horns for attractiveness. I didn't think I had a demon horn fetish before, but I've been telling myself it's just my baby instincts to try and shrug the thoughts off. She always lets me play with her horns and sometimes puts me on top of her head for me to hold on to them as if I'm flying on top of a dragon.
"Alright little kynor it's naptime." she spoke to me as if she regretted that it was nap time.
I still can't control my body very well or speak for that matter so there was little I could do regardless of my choices. Still nonetheless once she puts me down I fall asleep almost immediately. I'm woken up by a loud crash when I notice a black hooded figure show up in the room I was sleeping in. Wiping my eyes to see what had happened I noticed that he shoved a small curved dagger into the back of one of the maids as she opened the door. Horrified by what I saw my infant sized body began wailing and crying as I still couldn't control my emotions. The hooded figure looked at me and I could swear I made out a grin as if he found exactly what he was looking for. He took one step towards me and teleported next to my crib.
"Look who found the catch of the century, I can't wait to put you up for ransom. Nyahahahah." He gave out the most disgusting high pitch laugh. He reached his hand towards me to grab me. When suddenly a crimson blade. skewers through his abdomen and blood spills over me in my crib. Before his last breath was quite literally sucked out of him he said "After today everyone knows that this disgusting creature has been born. You can't hide him forever the "Lotus" will always find him." Then before he can say any other words my mother who was beyond pissed, cast her peony flowered magic circle that I can now see has 9 constellations on it. From the bright circle came an invisible, but potent magic that even I could feel being an infant, from that magic I watched horrendously as the man has his mouth forced open and the air from his lungs are sucked out leaving his dead body hanging from my fathers crimson sword.
Being born in another world would be a dream to most. All the stories and heroic deeds that one could find themselves exploring is a most riveting experience. While the tales and exploits are vast they only capture one side of story. With his memories intact and being born in a vastly new and different world from once he came, Kynor Tetsia finds himself not only living a tale that differs from most of the stories he watched or read, but on the completely opposite end of those said stories as well. Born as the heir to the Demon Lords throne how will kynor cope with a perspective he knows nothing about.