My Little Demon Child

Prologue

A small and weak soul grunted as he writhes in unbearable pain due to which the cold and unforgiving chains that were coiled around his tormented body rattled in respond as it echoes in the piercing icy prison. There was no light. Only darkness that would make him quiver in fear.

He was weary and frightened as he waits for his punishment for his existence. The humans in black who claim themselves as pious and pure calls him a product of a taboo that should never come into being.

What has he ever done to anyone? Why was he being punished for existing? Where was he at fault as he was punished repeatedly? Is it because he wasn't normal? That he was different from others? Is being unique bad? These questions were left unanswered. The only desire he possesses is to be with his Mama.

Big, fat tears rolled down his eyes upon the remembrance of his mother, mixing with the blood that he was covered with as he copiously sobs his heart out, uttering words that were incoherent to others but held meaning for the tortured being. He has yet to learn to speak, but recently gained his ability to see unfortunately, the first sight he saw has traumatised him.

His mother laid on the floor bloody and bruised, panting hard as she tries to protect her child from the exorcists that came with a goal of taking their souls away. Words were uttered but his already ringing ears can not comprehend them as he stares with fear evident in his now shimmery golden eyes at his mother.

Then it happened all of a sudden. The exorcist aimed at the woman's throat with his hefty sword and with a swift movement downwards, beheaded her mercilessly, upon which a painful and agonising scream erupted from the wounded small being that was tossed aside like a pile of garbage.

"MAMA!"

His first words held so much sorrow and pain but the exorcists were blinded to his suffering. The sight of his mother laying in a pool of her own blood with her head chopped off was traumatic but he couldn't shift his gaze from her lifeless being.

A rattling sound, similar to a bunch of keys, was heard that ended one of his nightmares but trembled as he registers the opening of the cage, shifting into the darkest part of the prison that he was kept in as if the dark could hide him from his tormentors.

A tall man having indigo coloured hair and forest green eyes entered into the cell as he glances around as if he was in search of something. He wore an odd looking white outfit that consists of a white top hat with pink and purple around the base, purple gloves, a tie that is pink with white dots, a white suit-shirt and undershirt, jester-style pants, and pointed shoes.

His calming and easy-going expression dropped when his eyes laid on a shivering naked boy. The child did not wore a single piece of clothing due to which every single scar that was inflicted on him was exposed for the man to see. He was chained like a wild animal that could go berserk, enclosing his badly wounded neck, swollen wrists and ankles along with his abdomen and bruised tail. The man winced as he inspects the tail further which was twisted in odd ways at several places, knowing that even a pull would shoot tremendous pain. Outline of his ribs and bones were visible due to the starvation he suffered because he was not considered worthy of being fed.

The man took careful steps towards the battered soul who in return clenched his eyes shut and shifted as much as the enchanted chains allows him to.

"Don't be afraid, little demon." He said with a soothing tone in attempt to ease the child but to no avail did it worked.

He slowly strides and crouches in front of the little child who was whimpering in fear. No movement was made, no screaming, no fists or kicking, nothing. Puzzled, the child hesitatingly looked up at the stranger who smelled different than the exorcists in black did.

"I have no intention of hurting you nor would I hurt you in future," he said as he slowly caresses his hair which the little one enjoyed as he lets out a small cry in pleasure.

This man in front of him was different. He wasn't yelling, or punishing him like the exorcists do, instead he makes him feel good. The child wanted to give in to the man as he did so by rubbing his face against the man's palm which was brought down to caress his cheek, a small smile plastered on his face whilst occasionally, letting out sounds of bliss. The man smiled at the display of affection towards him after which he considered of removing the enchanted chains that imprisoned the poor child.

One by one, the chains fell with a clank on the dusty floor as the small being stared at the fallen chains and his saviour. Angry red and purple bruises were revealed where the chains were that angered the already angry man as he imagines the pain and suffering his kin when through. Those exorcists will definitely pay, he thought to himself while trying to maintain the smile plastered on his face for the child.

Once all the chains were removed, he extended his arms for the little soul to fall into who happily leaned into his embrace as he was scooped up from the ground with his head rubbing against the other who lowered himself for the affection.

"My name is Samuel, The Demon King of Time and Space, my little prince." He whispered to him in a soft and low voice.

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I had so much fun writing this that I finished it in an hour!!! Arigato for reading this fanfic of mine! Please do comment and vote!!! I really don't have anything to say so
Maaheen peace out ✌️