Lovely Parents
I regained consciousness in the body of a three year old girl with dirty blonde hair, one abyssal black and one golden glowing eye and a big pair of angelic wings which were pure black with some white feathers, especially at the edges and tips of the wings.
My pure blonde mother with a pair of shiny white wings and golden eyes was hugging me lovingly, while my father, who had black eyes, black wings and black hair was standing behind me with his hands on my shoulders.
Since it was my birthday, my mother had pressed her forehead on mine, and while the small, dim halo she had hovering over her head was slowly moving over mine, she whispered in my ears: “Happy Birthday, Aria.”
Seems nice, right?
Well, it would have been if not for the knowledge my mother gave me with the halo and the torture wounds all over our bodies (as I later on knew, mine were made to hurt my mother, not to hurt me, I was a far to precious slave to randomly hurt). All those wounds were caused by father, who had his hands on my shoulders for the case that my mother would try to relieve my from the slavery that awaited me through killing me somehow and grinned happily because he could now enslave the new wearer of the halo (he could not do so with my mother).
With the knowledge my mother gave me, I now knew something about my new family:
-My father was a sadistic slave trader who made a lot of money with the prisoners of the endless war of the demons (and fallen angels, he was one of those) against the angels. He married the 2nd daughter of the kings cousin, which brought him even more influence.
-His wife, who, like all royalty, had crown-like horns and a typical demonic tail, both in black. She was a trader like her husband, but instead of slaves she traded weapons and food, which both was needed in the war. Since she mostly supplied the demonic army, she was the one to bring home my mother, who was a good mage, to breed rare and expensive slaves with her.
-Those two had two sons, who were very sadistic like their father and often helped with the tortures, and a daughter, who was not very intelligent, but very gentle and docile and therefore could easily be married of later on.
As father separated me from my mother and told a servant lo lead me back to my room, I said “Have a nice journey.” to my mother and tried to signal her with a faint smile that I was not mad at her for any reason and that I would try living on under fathers “care”, even though I knew I would never see her again.
In the small room the servant led me to were a small bed, a chest for clothing and a table with a chair, all made out of wood and without ornaments. As I was happy about the tiny window above the table, I sat down on the bed and started thinking about my future.
As I knew from the knowledge my mother gave me, demons and angels had a similar teaching system for children and teenagers:
Until the age of three you are considered a baby, because at your third birthday you stop growing like a human and gain the ability to speak. This is the age when it is first possible to determine your affinities. Then, until you are twelve, you learn basic knowledge and the theory for the affinities you have to make it easier to cast spells later on. At your twelfth birthday is the first date your mana capacity can be measured and it is also the first day you are able to cast spells. Since you should have the body of a 6-year-old you then continue with fighting and magic training till your twenty-forth birthday, when you are considered teenager. Usually those that reach this age go on a journey to learn to be independent, as well as to find a master who teaches you the profession you would like to have. At the age of forty-eight you travel back to your parents to celebrate your now adult life.
Since it would be very unlikely that father would let me go on such a journey, I would need to think of a strategy to convince them that it would profit them...but I would think of that later on.
For now it would be enough to train hard to escape this family, and possibly kill them off.
As father entered the room I reflexively stood up, the earliest lesson this body learnt had been to pay utmost respect to this man and do everything he asked to not get hurt.
In his hands he had a black leather choker with some golden ornaments, and on one of his fingers he had a new black ring with similar ornaments.
While approaching me he held out the choker and said in a mischievous voice: ”Happy Birthday. This is my “present” for you. I want to see it on you, so put it on.”
After I cautiously took it from his hands and put it on, he continued in a victorious voice: ”Now you are my slave! Let's see if you are capable of more than looking nice. Show [status].”
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“Hehe, you're going to be a nice healer for the army, and if I can get some books about some forbidden mind-magic, I can sell you for an even higher price! From tomorrow on you will be trained. If you do good, you will be a toy for my daughter, if not, for my sons.” Laughing he continued:”And if you even think about escaping, I will know. Show [status].”
Then he left the room.
As I went through his status, I groaned. Escaping him will be so much more difficult if he knows when I betray him, and his stats were so much higher than mine too. Looking back at my own status that I didn't look through earlier, I noticed some nice things: First was my high wisdom, which I most likely have because I have my knowledge from my previous world. Next was my high arcane affinity. (Arcane affinity practically tells you the first efficiency multiplicand.)
Additional to that came my other high affinities in mind and life, as well as the ability to shift between light and darkness affinity. (light affinity + darkness affinity = max 100%)
(The affinity you have to the element of the spell you are using is the second multiplicand. Example: spell uses 100 mana, with 90% arcane affinity 90 mana continue to the casting while 10 mana leak. Continuing with 50% affinity to the element of the spell, only 45 mana are used up for the spell itself while the rest of the mana go to waste and spread in the environment, from where it is slowly reabsorbed. [100 mana*90%=90mana*50%=45mana] )
While my Language skills were naturally on Master Lv.10, like every other angel or demon that is three years or older, my high physical resistance showed how much father and his sons tortured me.
The best thing of my status was the blessing of the goddess of purity, which practically negated the slave-pact, without telling anyone and made it easier to escape.
The only thing I didn't know what to thing of was the curse of the ultimate being. Not only the name was pretty childish, it was also declared as curse AND blessing and the effect was not that bad.
After going through all this I decided to act like I was bound by the slave-choker and try to learn as much as possible, and since it was late, I went to bed to be able to learn properly on the next day.
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Yo
next chapter!
And it has over 1000 words!
I just hope the tables work
for the next tables I will most likely not show the effects of the titles, blessings and curses any more (only if they are new)
@D'vorah: there u go, its a girl, and I won't drop it for now, but since school starts next monday, release speed will most likely slow down even more, sry :(