The Devil's Origin

19 - 1: The Hero's Child.

Papa knew everyone.

I do too but unwillingly.

They knew him.

They don't know me. That's good.

They know him only as Hero, not Killatur.

I know him as the man who saved me.

It's ironic really.

We are demons after all.

He knew but he spared us.

Sort of.

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You see, I am born to two superior demons.

My dad is Mystique, mostly known as Micheal. A superior demon called The Manipulator. Despite the feminine name, he is androgynous.

The Manipulator is a demon who can shapeshift and control others against their will, capable of turning them into other people and animals as well as modifying their memories

Then, there is my father. Arivu. Another superior demon called The Eye. He is the embodiment of wisdom and knowledge.

The Eye is a demon who can see and hear everything. No matter how traumatising it is, They know it all...

They are directly just below the Devil in the Hierarchy of Demonkind as equals.

Out of every other demon, The Manipulator and The Eye don't have to put on a glamour due to our looks and aura being more 'human'. They're also one of the few demons who could breed with other demons as well as humans.

The only way to separate a Manipulator and an Eye from Humans is when The Manipulator publicly uses their ability and when The Eye forgets to wear their gloves and bandana.

(The Eye has five eyes. Two regular 'human' eyes, a third eye, and the other two on their palms.)

I am a hybrid of the two superior demons.

Meaning. I can shapeshift and control people as well as see and hear everything...

A blessing.

But also a fucking curse.

One, I could do anything I want without any consequences as long as I'm discreet with using my power. But two, I have to see and hear everything.

You have no idea how many times I tried to gauge out my eyes and rip my ears off.

...

At least, The Devil is back.

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I won't talk about it much but it happened when I was 4 years old.

To put it simply, I almost drowned to death.

I couldn't die easily but I could feel the water clogging up my lungs.

My dad had been banished from the village long before my brother was born while my father- well, he was a terrible swimmer, so he had to get help...

Coincidentally, the hero had been the closest to the river I was in and my father didn't even need to beg him, he'd do it willingly.

It was before Maou's predecessor went for the hero.

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Papa had given me two pouches full of money...