She Belongs To The Devil

1Damien couldn't sleep the whole night after returning from the Earth realm. He kept on twisting and turning on his bed. However, there were just too many things playing in his mind for him to fall asleep.     2

"Is it possible that my father is a… Vampire?" Damien was staring at the ceiling and thinking to himself, "From what Ariel told me, I do share some similarities with them."     

"But…"     

Damien sighed and countered his own thoughts.     

"But the fact that I sometimes want to sink my fangs on the humans is not enough proof that I'm half Vampire. Other demons also prey on humans if they are allowed to leave Hell. There are ghouls, blood fairies, and even succubi and incubi who relish on human flesh, blood, and souls."     

"Maybe my father is one of those demons."     

Damien had tried asking his mother about his father. However, she either used to snap at him or she used to avoid him for several days.     

It was evident to him that his mother hated his father. So after asking a couple of times, he promised himself that he would never bring up that topic with his mother.     

Damien turned to his side and closed his eyes to get some sleep before the morning arrived.     

However, another thought crossed his mind again.     

"Damn! How the hell am I going to take that seedling for Joy? I said I would try to do so in the heat of the moment. But I forgot that it sucks souls! I also have a soul, dammit!"     

He was with his mother when he had seen that plant years ago. Lilith had taken him to the Garden of Tribulation to show how dangerous those plants were.     

"You should never come to this part of the land. Those flowers will suck your soul and kill you," Lilith had warned Damien.     

He didn't know how his mother stopped those plants from sucking their souls at that time. And he regretted not asking how.     

"Argh!" Damien ran his slender fingers across his thick hair and murmured, "Riri… you always like to get me into troubles like this. Not that I don't get into trouble on my own but when I'm with you… I end up agreeing to things that are super idiotic and dangerous."     

And then another problem crossed his mind.     

"Even if I got my hands on the Zobekker seedling without hurting my soul, how am I going to take it back to Earth? I have to travel with Prince Theodore because I can't teleport to the Earth realm on my own. And he will definitely be able to sniff it out."     

His brows creased when he further thought, "What am I going to tell him if he finds out that I'm taking such a dangerous plant with me?"     

Damien flipped to rest on his stomach and buried his face in his pillow. And he let out a muffled scream in frustration.     

However, no matter how frustrated he was, he was clear about one thing.     

"I have to collect that plant if I want to be sure… I want to know if my mother ever visited the land of the Vampires. To be more precise, if she visited that Kingdom around 13 years ago."     

"Someone should know, right? If she indeed visited Earth then someone should know."     

Damien was determined to find out about his father.     

"Let's find someone who can help me retrieve that Zobekker without hurting myself."     

He turned on his side again and then closed his eyes in an attempt to get some sleep.     

But he kept on mumbling again. "Ah! If only I had unlocked my teleportation ability… This task would have been much easier."     

He frowned at his own incompetence and cursed himself. "Demons of my level should have unlocked that ability by now… I hope I will unlock it soon. Life would be so much simpler."     

While he said that, his inhibitors still shone as brightly as if they were new.     

Damien's eyelids finally started to get heavy after a long conversation with himself.     

And he finally closed his eyes only to hear a loud knock on the door followed by Mirah's voice, "Master! Master! It's time to wake up."     

"Ugh! It's already morning?" Damien frowned and rubbed his eyes.     

"Master!" Mirah began banging on the door after not hearing Damien's answer.     

"I heard you the first time, Mirah," Damien spoke with the frustration being clearly reflected in his voice.     

"Okay. Mistress is already waiting in the usual place," the loudness in Mirah's voice dimmed and ultimately disappeared.     

Damien rolled out of his bed with heavy eyelids, disheveled hair, and a fuzzy mind.     

After freshening up, he went to the usual open space which was a little further away from their mansion.     

His eyes and ears were all on alert as he approached that barren part of the land.     

Suddenly, a huge boulder came flying his way.     

Damien jumped in the air and kicked that medium-sized boulder with his foot. The boulder got smashed into pieces and flew away.     

Just when he landed on the floor, the whole area was covered with thick smoke. His visibility was almost zero because of it.     

He knew what was coming next. It was either his mother or some more boulders.     

And just as he had predicted, he heard the swooshing sound of several boulders flying his way from all directions.     

Damien closed his eyes and used his ears to locate the incoming attacks. He then smashed, dodged, and punched all the boulders that were coming at him.     

Damien opened his eyes with a satisfied smile on his face.     

He had thought that his mother would now reveal herself and would continue teaching him the smoke emission technique that they had been working on.     

However, before he could even feel the presence of his mother, he got punched right in the face and thrown away.     

"Ow! That hurt!" Damien covered his nose and complained.     

"That's why I asked you not to lose your focus when you don't know where your enemy is hiding." Lilith walked out of the thick smoke and gave her hand to her son.     

Damien grabbed her hand but instead of standing, he clung to his mother's hand, climbed on her shoulders, and pushed her down to the ground.     

And he proudly boasted, "And you also taught me not to give up easily."     

Lilith and Damien continued their fight for quite a few hours.     

When Damien was finally out of his breath, Lilith then began to teach him the smoke emission technique.     

Damien's whole body was capable of emitting smoke by simply thinking about it.     

Lilith would keep on reminding her son time and again, "Damien, you have to be extra careful when you handle the smoke because it tends to take the poisonous form when you are feeling negative emotions. It can be deadly to your allies if they are in the vicinity. So make sure that you use it only when you are surrounded by the enemies."     

After the daily dose of training was over, Lilith headed back to the mansion while Damien said that he would go for fresh air.     

"Alright. Now let's head to the Garden of Tribulation." Damien flapped out his wings and started flying.     

After getting out of his territory, he was keenly looking down at the ground as though he was searching for something.     

His lips curled up when he saw a bunch of lower-level demons singing and staggering out of Theodore's gambling house.     

"Okay. You are going to be the lucky bunch." Damien muttered and descended down to the ground.     

He landed right in front of those demons and almost made one of those drunk demons collapse to the floor just with the wind pressure of his wings.     

Another demon with big eyes and two tusk-like teeth protruding out of his mouth snapped at that kid who suddenly blocked their path. "You mindless brat! Who the hell are you to block our path? Step aside or I will tear off your wings and roast them to feed–"     

Smack! Thwack! Whack!     

Damien jumped and gave a triple kick to that demon who was running his mouth – one on the knee, one on the stomach, and one on the head.     

That demon got slammed so hard on the ground that the other demons sobered up all of a sudden.     

However, rather than being scared, all of them saw Damien as the arrogant kid who needed a nice beating.     

They all roared and charged at Damien. None of them had any plan to show mercy to that child.