I became the daughter of the gay male lead.

Chapter 22

"Can you tell me more about Asmo? All I knew was that he sent me letter checking up on me."

He exchanged letters during our off days asking how my training was going along. Of course, the letters were of little words but I always responded to him. The boy beamed.

"So you were the one he sent letters to. He was always smiling sending letters to you."

The boy continued.

"Our mother is just like every mother. She was selfish brutal and mean. Always have been rude and evil."

...

"Hahaha your son killed another one of those royal brats."

A sounds of laughter came from a tea table on the table seven mothers sat surrounding the table. There were sets of snacks and deserts being served. Asmo and the other children knelt besides thier mothers as they spoke. 

Asmo sat besides his sister who was sleeping on his laps.

The pope stared directly at asmo with a grin. 

"You are your mothers pride and joy. You killed that discombobulated monster."

The mothers laughed loudly. 

"To think non human looking creatures would want to be the demon king."

They luaghed again. Asmo's mother included. Asmo sethed under his breathe. They hated demons who didnt look human. It was discrimination. He rubbed on his sisters head as she slept. 

"There are still more of those disgusting children left. And it seems the king has began going to the human realm."

They all moved away from the topic.

"The human realm?!"

"Yes. He went there to destroy the capital from killing more demons. But words have it that he has found another to pierce his teeth in. He would fuck anything with a hole."

The mother raged deeply.

"Another man or woman. Everyone knows he has the power to give a man a child."

They turned to the pope and the male maid. The place went silent.

"He has stayed to long. Tch. My child won this round. Yet he has refused to stay with me."

Asmos's mother banged her fist against the table. He had to stay with the winner of the match till the start of the next match. it was tradition. A mother giggled as they turned to him. 

The children got up to leave. When the adults start to argue they were to always leave. Asmo held onto his sister and began to leave the room. The other children went to thier respective places.

He smiled. 

"I have three children in the games. If he never spent time with me for one. Then he would spend for the next one. My perfect plan."

They all seemed suprised. But it was true. He was the one who had the emperor for the longest.

"Esmeralda. You have two children. Why dont you put your sencond child in. If she is asmo's sibling she should be powerful enough."

Esmeralda's ace glew as she held onto her fork. She beamed inside. The other mothers jealous. they onlu had a child. It was already hard for a demon to get pregnant or to impregnante another demon or human. so most only had a child. 

Esmeralda was from the succubus tribe. they had the power to create children by feeding on others fantasies. 

"your right. I have two children. I have two children. That stupid girl would finally be useful." 

She grinned. 

The mothers all nodded as they continued thier discussions. 

Asmo stood at the door staring at his mothers room. When her light switched off he sighed taking his sisters arm and pulling her towards the ballroom. 

She giggled as asmo tried to shut her down smiling. THye stood in the ballroom as asmo used his vines to create strings and began to impuded power into it. 

His power of plant manipulation. Something he used to kill and create music. As the music began he held his sisters hands and began to teach her some moves.

In thier night gowns they began to dance. His sister smiled moving with his flow. How she learned to dance. 

It all began while he told her a story when she was one about a ballerina who dance no matter what. That ballerina danced and dance and dance until one day a demon took delight in her dance and devored her. 

The poor girl who always wanted to dance was now bound to the demon and her mind became crumbled as he broke her. Now all she did was regret being unable to dance but her broken mind wouldnt allow her leave. 

She fell for the demon and soon forgot to dance. But those who knew her or remebered her remebered how her long pink hair flowed and her beautiful perly smile shone as she danced. Till now she still wore her ballet shoes.

Asmo began to teach her. Even through his training he learnt to teach her ballet and to learn music. He learnt to dance just so she could be happy. He fought to protect her. So she wouldnt die. 

He swirled her around as she smiled. He was content. She was excptional at dancing and a fast learner. She always got happy while dancing. 

'I want to protect that smile.'

He thought. His only light in his world of darkness. A noise came from the hallway startling them both. They turned thier head to the door but there was nothing. Asmo went further to check it while holding his siter close. 

At the door there were ballet flats. small enough to fit his sister and a small tutu. He stared into the hallway there was no sign of anyone. He wondered. whwen they came there was nothing. 

He turned to his sister who bean to put on the clothes. he was still in suspicion. The tutu was used. Like it was used before and rumpled and the flats were worn out. But he sighed staring at his smiling sister. They began to dance again.

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"I thought you were going to put your daughter in the competitons."

A mother asked. Esmerelda shook her head. 

"She is so useless she cant even lift a sword. I would rather her just live uselessly than to embarrase me."

She spoke. Asmo stared at his mother. Though they had a deal to not place her in the games his mother stood by it till the end. He staed down at her feet. He gazed suprised. The usually falts she wore were no where to be seen.

Her fingers were also filled with bandages. He sighed staring back at his sister who was on his laps sleeping.

"Are you sure dont you want to be with the king? He is the man you love."

"Dont worry. my sosn would earn me a place with the king."

..

Time passed as they kept dancing Esmerelda tried to stand againt the pressure but love won. The love of the king won. She recked her room crying. She didnt understand why. Why the love would win. Why she couldnt be contented with it. 

"I watch her every night dance. trying to fufil the dream i was never able to fufil. ARGHHHHHHHHH."

She scremed trashing the place. She began to remember. Remeber her life.... The life she tried to forget.