Demon Days (Male Reader)

Issue #1

AWAKEN

Bloodshot eyes opened to a clear blue sky. Soft green glass laid underneath your bare body that was expose to the bright yellow sun.

You were....breathing.

You pushed yourself up enough to sit as you looked around the field you were in. How could this be? Where were you? How were you even here? How much time has passed since.....

Since.....

Since what?

Who were you?

What were you?

???: あなたは大丈夫?

You groaned as you looked over to the source of the unknown voice. Standing ontop of a dirt path that surrounded the field stood a man. He wore his robes with a straw hat on his head. In one hand was a wooden stick. On his back was a basket filled with various foods.

You did not understand this man's language. You didn't not even know how you knew this was a man. A human.

???: あなたは助けを必要としているようです. 来て.

He walked down the path and helped you to your feet. The man pulled out a blanket and threw it around your body to cover you. He then began to lead you back towards the path.

He continued to speak to you, but you still did not understand what he was saying. His language was completely foreign to you. And just when you think you caught a word, it would immediately become scrambled in your mind.

But you could not misinterpret his kindness.

A kindness that would go to end a horrible war.

Frontier:
DEMON DAYS
デーモンデイズ

Act 1:
Fisk

In the days to come, the man and his wife took care of you. They feed you, nursed you back to full health. Though, you were unsure if you were ever unwell. Regardless, you were grateful for their kindness and help.

So, you offered your aid in return. You were unsure of who you were, what it was you were here to do. But you did know that you could help.

Everyday you would go with the man and assist him in his farming. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and before you knew it, 10 years had passed. You were taller, broader, stronger.

And you finally learned their language. And their names.

Claremont: You have blessed us with yet another delicious meal, my love.

Fleisher: Of course. But I have to give my thanks to the two of you. This meal could not be possible without the harvest.

You nodded to show your appreciation before the three of you prayed. As you ate, you found yourself at peace. Eating with others was something you never took for granted.

It was the next day when you were meditating next to the nearby pond. You learned this technique from Lady Fleisher to clear the mind. On good days you could make out a faint vision. On bad days, you just became restless.

But it was rare that you ever became frustrated.

Claremont: Y/N.

Your eyes opened at your given name. You looked over your shoulder to see the master of the house standing there.

Claremont: Come. I wish to show you something.

He lead you back to the home where you followed him towards the back. There, he reached the bookshelf that you were familiar with. He signaled for your help to push it to the side. However, when you did, you were at awe to find yet another room.