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Chapter 2: Obscure Not

What does it feel like to feel love?

I don't know...

What does it feel like to have a person to dedicate themself to you?

Why would they...

What does it feel like to be one with the person that they care for?

I couldn't care less about it...

Falling in love is really something... silly. It's just ridiculous, obnoxious, absurd, laughable, hilarious! Ever since I could remember I could never understand why people would say such things that hold so much... Responsibility, and yet, they would always say so easily like it didn't mean much. Father and Mother would always say that they love me and yet I couldn't say the same. I asked them what love was but even then I couldn't even comprehend what it meant. They say it is like a warm and sweet feeling that makes them happy. And yet I've never felt it... even from them.

To me, It always feels bitter and cold. Nothing but a feeling of bad taste that would be left as I receive this so-called "love" from them. I wanted something different from this awful feeling and I craved for it

But I don't need it... Because I already have something that makes me happy. I don't need love to fill the emptiness that I'm always feeling within me. I don't need love to feel something sweet. Even if I can't rely on always having this feeling all the time, I'll wait. I'll wait and wait patiently till I get the chance to taste the warm sweetness again. And I'm sure... that I'll find a way to get all of this feeling whenever I want.

*****

"Do you think she's ok darling?" Mother whisperly asked Father. I was sitting down within my room playing with the little stuffed animal that Father had bought me during one of his many trips around the world. It was one of the unique creatures that live in Ionia, a butterfly-looking Fae, if I remember correctly. I was still a mere child at this point of pass, an emotionless and obedient child, an almost different person to where I am now.

"She'll be okay dear, she'll be ok," My father assured her, rubbing her back gently. "I'll find someone that could fix her, I've already called someone from Shurima. let's just hope this time we can get a better understanding of our child."

Now you might be concerned about what Father and Mother had said. No, I'm not in any danger of an illness nor have I some sort of condition besides the obvious fact that I'm a Demon and my parents are just normal human. But how about I'll tell you about my little story from the beginning until what leads into here, OK?

Let's start with my parents. Both of them are a lovely little couple who had anything that they wanted: a luxurious mansion under the protection of Demacia's wall, access to the finest cuisine that they could ever taste, the prettiest of jewelry that Targon could offer, a high social status, and so much more that other people could only dream of. Like I said, anything they really have all they ever wanted.

Except

For a child of their own. Both of them were upset that they couldn't have one so in a desperate act they decided to go to an orphanage and adopt a child.

I was the lucky one to be chosen.

They were more than happy to have me as their child despite fully knowing what I am. They would pamper me all day long, would buy me anything that I asked, and teach me the things I questioned. Of course to a limited few that is appropriate for a child. They were in love that they were able to do this to me. To see me smile, get excited, be amazed. They felt... happy