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"What was he talking about?" My mother asked.
"He talked about you… the heroes. He spoke as if he knew you all from before." Celeste said. "I think I remember something… He said that the Evil Gods were not really their bosses or something, and that they were simply cooperating, and that he had "other plans" which included the "preservation of his own people" or something…"
"Hmm… mysterious indeed. Don't you remember anything else he spoke about? Maybe he was just a Demon Lord in disguise?" Wondered my father.
"Perhaps." My mother said. "I felt it was weird we didn't encountered any of those guys."
A demon lord huh, I remember Beelzebub was one- wait a second, can't I ask him about this myself? Maybe he knows something?
I quickly directed a part of my mind to my soul scape, without emerging there through an Astral Projection. Calling for my Darkness Spirit Beelzebub- well, dark and poison.
"Hey Beelze, do you know anything about an organization known as the Abyssal Eyes?" I asked him.
"Abyssal… Eyes?" He wondered. "No, I don't remember anybody going with that name. Though I remember there was this one group of rebels in the demon continent I was trying to protect. I don't even remember how they all fared at the end. However, I remember there was a human that showed up in the continent some time ago, he was a weirdo that tried to help the demons and did everything he could to keep them protected. He even began fighting against his own race. I don't really remember much about him but he was strong, powerful even. As strong as the heroes."
"As strong as the heroes… human, and helping demons?" I wondered.
This means that if Beelzebub doesn't know, the Abyssal Eyes were formed only a few years ago, less than my own age as Beelzebub died almost eight years ago when I was just one year old I think.
"It must be a new organization maybe?" I asked. "Mom, dad, don't you remember anybody that was a human that held grudges against his own race? Maybe as strong as you guys and that wanted to protect the demon people from the invaders?"
"…"
"…"
My parents remained in silence, Ninhursag didn't really had any idea.
"No, no, it can't be him, right?" Asked my mother.
"He's… but if what Celeste said is right, if he wasn't really interested in killing us but just cooperating with the Evil Gods that DID wanted to kill us to gain something else to protect those he cared for then…" My father muttered.
"He would… he would never betray us like this!" My mother said. "He was… a member of our party. We had our differences yeah but… he grew with us and…"
"It is just a thought, maybe it isn't him, calm down." My father said, patting my mother's shoulders.
"What's going on? Who are you talking about?" I asked.
"Nothing, Sylphy. Don't worry." My father said.
Ugh, you're saying not to worry but I am worrying even more now!
Judging by your tone of voice, you probably referred to an old friend, a hero, right?!
Damn it… if there's really a hero doing this behind the scenes, betraying them and trying to kill them, even more, working with Evil Gods, it'll surely be a big hit into their mental stability.
My mother almost broke down to tears thinking a friend she shared so many hardships with would betray her and even want to kill her… I guess not directly though, as he ran away the moment everything went downhill anyways.
But if that bastard really has a beef against us, then I am not going to just forgive him because he was a hero. If he's already old and all, then he's goddamn corrupted by evil gods. I would not hesitate to cut his throat…
Ugh, I'm getting a bit murderous again.
"Well, now that we've got that out of the way, how about you start with your backstory?" Asked Ninhursag.
"Ah… Sure, I'll tell you everything. I owe you all my life after all…" Sighed Celeste.
Like, that Celeste went into details about her life. She told us that she was born as the slave of a demon woman that belonged to the Lord of that small country. Her mother was used for torture and to appease her father's sexual urges.
She ended giving birth to Celeste and protected her. But Celeste remained inside the same jail her mother spent her entire life. She said her mother was a former soldier from the Demon King's army that got caught and sold into slavery.
"My mother taught me many things… She was the only light in my life in a world of hunger, darkness, and moss everywhere. The only warmth in the cold world I was surrounded. She held an incredible resentment against that man, and the entire human race. She… I guess she manipulated me." Sighed Celeste. "But even now, I cannot bring myself to hate her… She was my mother after all, the only one I had and… the only one that ever gave me any love in my life."
After years of being raised by her mother, Celeste generated a deadly resentment against her father. Every time he came to visit them, she would angrily look at him and even insulted him. Meanwhile, her mother's mind continued to deteriorate, as if she was growing older due to her hunger, always giving all her food to her daughter.
Celeste's mother tribe was a tribe of hardy hunters that could survive in temperatures below zero and using magic, could survive without eating for long periods of time. But they deteriorate over time as well, growing older as a backlash if they don't eat for months if not years.
"My mother tried to ask him for forgiveness, she tried to ask him to recognize me as his daughter and to bring me to a better life... but he ignored her." Celeste sighed. "And because of my own stupidity, I ended condemning my mother to a horrible death."
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