Insatiable Sylya

Prolouge

The gods must resent me.

Why else would they give me such a shitty fate?

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You must be confused. Lets start from the beginning of this all.

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On a fine sunlit day, a young man (inside an infant's body) lay in his bed contemplating the things that happened to him. For he is not, as far as he remembers, supposed to be alive. Much less in a comfortable and grand looking crib.

Luro used to be a young college student. On his way home from a long tiring day, he rode his motorbike, when a speeding biker hit him, causing his bike to lose balance and crash to the aspalt road. A passing car ran over his body, thus crushing and killing him in the process.

But somehow, moments after that excruciating pain, he felt a soft cushioned fabric underneath him. And all the pain he felt moments ago, dissapeared as if it was never there to begin with.

Luro opened his eyes to a white ceiling, and what seems to be white wooden bars surrounding him on this smooth plush bed. He could feel the breeze of air from an open window near him.

A stray leaf flew from the window, slowly descending upon him.

Luro reached out for the leave, and noticed a rather stubby and small hand in place of his normally long thin arm.

'What the hell.'

He lifted his other hand, and was shocked to see both of his hands looking like they shrink in size. No. Its safe to say that, what he's looking at, are baby hands. And he is positively inside a crib.

'... Is this seriously one of those cliche reincarnation??' he thought.

Luro had read his fair share of fantasy novels and reincarnation was not an unfamiliar term to him. It was quite a popular thing actually. Though reincarnation novels weren't his cup of tea, he had read quite a few of them.

'I guess its better than dying.. -'

Before he can continue that thought, a click was heard from his left. It was the sound of a door being opened. A woman with long white hair slowly strode inside, closing the door behind her. She held an air of gentleness and walked with elegance.

The unknown woman walked towards, what he figured out as, his crib with a relaxed pace. The woman stood beside his bed, and slowly lifted Luro into her gentle embrace.

"Hello my little clover" The woman called towards him in a soft voice.
'Is that my name? Or maybe its just a nickname?'

"Oh my. Did i wake our little Luro?"  The woman gently patted the baby in her hands. She then sat down on the chair next to his crib.

'Ok, thats my real name. Wow. What the hell. Its almost like she could read my mind. Not creepy at all-'

Another click could be heard from the door. This time, a regal looking man entered the room. The man had hair as black as the night sky, and a firm expression that softened as he saw the people inside the room.

The man walked up towards the woman and the baby, caressing the woman's hair affectionately as he stood by her.

"How do you feel Angelica? " the man asked his wife.

"Quite fine dear, the bad part of the pain has already passed. Look at our little bundle of joy here" the woman answered, then changed the topic showing off her creation to the man beside her.

"Isn't he beautiful? He got your face"

"Really? I dont see it. He looks like a carbon copy of you" the man said teasingly.

"Oh shut it you. He clearly has your beautiful almond eyes."
The woman glared with no heat to the man.

'I guess these are my parents then. .... They're very pretty. ... Am i as pretty as them?'  Luro couldn't help but wonder.

The mother stood up from her seat and handed the baby to the father. The father held him gently albeit a bit awkward from inexpenrience. He gently cradled his child in his arm while admiring the cute baby.

"Did you think of a name yet? " The father asked his wife.

"Mhm. I did actually."
The woman paused, then gazed lovingly towards the child in her husband's arms.

"Lorphami Tera. Our little Luro."
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