The Sent - Volume 1 part 2

Fur Paveth Goldson

The capital city of Tal Shoth. The jewel of the Glow Empire in more ways than one. The first city built by the demons, and the most Not as highly populated as the other three demon cities, but undeniably wealthier. It regrouped the representatives of demon noble clans in grandiose mansions dispersed throughout the upper district. And the highest grade of magical defenses. It was the economic, militaristic and politic centre. The seat of its great power, was the Ebony Castle. Designed to mimic the form of the Ebony Mountain a few kilometers to the east, it had been built over a sturdy with the very same black rocks making up its natural inspiration. Numerous towers encircled the lower city. The walls growing in height as we headed north, getting exponentially bigger until reaching the Imperial Citadelle. The final edifice was standing seven stories over its entrance below. Within the Emperor's most secured locale was, of course, the Council Chamber. In this magnificent place, where diamonds and gold was spread on the walls, and statues from conquered realms gazed from above, a great gathering was taking place. The emperor was seated in the great golden throne of function in the back. On a giant pedestal looming over the round table. His advisers; generals, spymasters, governors, and scientists, had answered the bis-annual call and were almost all seated. Some of the greatest minds of the demonic realm had assembled in this sacred place. Here, where secretive matters , one needs to mind their tone. “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND !?” thundered Ar Akoth who had risen in anger. Contrasting with his usual behavior, the collected director, this decorated general, was now spewing bile on the proceedings. He had good reasons though, and he had the right to express his concerns as passionnetely as necessary. “” ordered the seated emperor. He watched silently as the insults started pouring out of his general's mouth, almost wishing he could be the target of this ire. He'd welcome the action. Emperor Fur Paveth Goldson. The most powerful demon of the empire was majestic, imposing, unfathomable. A king among kings. His mighty golden horns blended perfectly with his darkened violet skin. His ceremonial armor was fitted with diamonds and ebony, forming an intricate mosaic along the legs and arms. The details that the greatest smiths of the realm had created, such as the Wyverns engravings on his shoulders, gave him an air of nobility and refinement. There was a lone scar on the chest-plate's right rib. It was the only default to be found on the perfect being that the emperor represented. A perfect being forced to preside over every single problems without fighting. A pure torture in his eyes. “I will not stand for this!” finished the breeding director. “Admit it general, this is the smartest solution. Scramble the records, mix them among the recruits, and with noone to stop their growth, we have twenty new prodigies out of nowhere. No risk for anyone to will find and kill your dear children, no matter how powerful.” insisted his target with a slight accent. He was an older High-Demon, of red hair in a pony-tail and bushy mutton chops. Very well-dressed with a colored robes of green and white silk. Over his attire, black leather straps were circling his ribs, indicting his function of governor. “How many of them could die before they mature !? How would we protect them !?” Another leather-bond figure joined the conversation. “Governor Far Path is right. It's better than losing them all. Statistically, we cannot risk another infiltration. The simplest way, is to remove them from the equation. Inaction will only allow the assailants to strike again.” A red-capped archdemon, like Ar Akoth, responded in favor of the director. “General Ar Akoth has a point. According to the statistics, we never had a better batch in centuries. Each of them would be worth a kingdom if given time. So losing sight of them is like losing sight of great diamonds with no guarantees as to whether we'll see them again.” “Way to tell the obvious brother. Let the guy him rant.” The two strikingly similar generals were General Das Durge and Das Saepr, born from the same mother. The younger, Durge, was grey of skin, , . While the newly appointed General was taking the matters seriously and aiming to calm things a bit, his senior seemed more engrossed in observing Ar Akoth's violent outburst. Meanwhile, an aged Hellion clad in golden robes was writing constantly into a big blue notebook. He declared without lifting his eyes: “We did pay quite the sum to prepare the crystal, study the rituals and improve every single gestation. We have to make the most of them. But never-mind how necessary this transfer is. Can you imagine the complexity of hiding all those prodigies throughout the empire. The resources ? The time ? The paperwork ? We are making things harder for ourselves and there are too few benefits.” If even the old Lord-Treasurer was skeptical, maybe there was still a chance to persuade the rest of the council. So thought the pale-faced Ar Akoth. But another governor shared his view on the matter: “If it's the cost that concerns you, my business can help with that.” “Trades with the Northern Dwarves has never been better, and the latest victory has already reinvigorated our people's spirit. For the matter of following up on paper, I heard Lord Vel Grao has suitable skills. Anyway, as long as we have more than six grown Demon Lords by 577, there's no issue.” The man who had spoken was a relaxed blue-skinned Hellion. The only one presenting a sligh overweigh. He scratched the ornate belts on his belly with delicacy. For he was the masterful trader Herel Manebeth. He was the richest Hellion of the Empire, and as always, he had talked his mind with no regards for the other party's reaction. But that was how he wanted his words to be felt. The comment had successfully enraged the concerned director further. “Six? Six!? How dare you even think such a thing? Who knows what the humans are developing! We NEED the children, all of them and dispersing them is NOT the answer!” persisted the pale demon. “Peace, general. Peace.” demanded “In the report, it is stated that one of the younglings is the product of Leader Leon and Tamer Mareen's coupling. Not as prestigious as some, but a powerful pair. And their child managed to “He wasn't the only one, but yes. All subjects have shown astounding learning capabilities, even before the crystal served its purpose. The Great Batch has been... maturing as fast as we hoped, mentally and physically superior to all previous trials.” “Is that so? Then perhaps they will fare quite well in battle-schools. No need to ” blunty presented the schemer. The look on Akoth's face was one of self-loathing as he understood his mistake. By praising the batch, he had only further encouraged the dispersion. Whispers started sprouting between the seats. Some agreed that there was no wisdom in spreading these young assets, others were concerned with repercussions and jealousy from each schools. Over their voices, the Emperor scrutinized Akoth's expression.. He was a great combatant and . But in spite of this, the mood was not improving. The emperor knew it. Paveth had to wait for the best moment to intervene. Logically, Ar Akoth would now try to rally others to his cause. And apparently, the general had noticed a familiar face was among those present here. “Governor Mor Killir, would you let your daughter be recruited randomly when the humans or a monster horde threatens our borders ? Would you let her die without you ever knowing where she was or under whose commands ?” Fur Paveth saw the powerful governor reminiscing. The green-skinned archdemon pondered on the question a moment. “I lost my son in the last battle, true. Now I will protect my daughter no matter what. But right now, I just don't want her in Fur Dessath where she suffered with the others. I'd take the battle-schools over an assassin's blade anyday. So yes, I agree with dispersal. I'll find her someday and lead her back to Mor Toith, and noone will stop me.” A strong declaration. The governor of Mor Toith wasn't known to go back on his words. The emperor saw how Ar Akoth grew silent with every governor that didn't share his views. Although shaken by the lack of support, there was still a shard of defiance in his eyes. Defiance that was answered by another dissident. “What is the issue director ? You think our facilities are less secure than yours ? At the very least our imps evolve before they had their first children.” had reacted the third governor. This one was Mako Momentel ruler of Mako Marik to the north, with his famous blue and red skin. And a known adversary of Fur Dessath's breeding facilities. That was not a nice thing to say. It was true however. Most of the imps bred in Fur Dessath were maturing slowly and it was known how the lack of action prevented the soldiers from evolving quickly enough. “We told you earlier, Ar Akoth. They need a normal education. The ritual improved their knowledge exponentially, but we'll need to socialize them as soon as possible. No Demon lord was forged from hiding in a citadel since birth. And frankly, Fur Dessath is not the best place to train their bodies.” said one of the red-capped generals. Another Governor, aged and frowning constantly, joined the rebuttal. “Not to mention we can't let one city produce our saviors. This would discredit the other battle-schools.” “I will not let our hope die because you believe sacrifices must be made. Admit you simply refuse to share resources. Hear me well, rulers of the Empire. You should gather the elites from your clans and companies and help us protect Fur Dessath. Instead of letting let them rot in yur households, forcing young ones to take their place.” The comment had sown dissent between the assembly. It was true that some powerful demons were kept away from the war by their elders. But this accusation was made too soon. Sure enough, someone came in complete opposition to Ar Akoth's proposal. “You forget yourself general Akoth. The resources of the empire are not yours to handle.” said a red haired high-demoness coldly. “Finally interested in the conversation Pyrna?” Getting up from her stone seat, General Mako Pyrna, nicknamed the Firestorm, was a combatant of great notoriety. She was a known partisan of the Exalted faction, her family having bred specialised fire mages for generations. But they had no heir among the Great Batch because of... personal issues. She answered, already enraged. “Don't play games with me, Akoth. This is a matter of state we're talking about, not your personal pet project.” Akoth, irritated, pointed an accusative finger at his nemesis “Not mine. Our project. A work of art built on the sweat of our citizens, the wisdom of our sages and the bodies of our soldiers.” “My point exactly.”
“Unlike you I care about those kids. Not like some bitch who send her children to the graveyard!” “ “Here we go again...” sighed Das Durge who had witnessed his share of dispute between the old enemies. Those quarrels had been mandatory ever since they were little imps in a battle-school. “This will be good.”. His direct neighbour, . Demons loved a good brawl, and those waged between the two nemesis had never failed to entertain. “I dare you to elaborate.” asked Mako Pyrna who fell for the taunts “The reason your family didn't participate was because you wouldn't protect your females. But I'd gladly have helped you bring another red-haired suicider into this world. Too bad you're too busy.” continued Ar Akoth Having lost all their daughters in a failed attack on a human fortress, Only Mako Pyrna could have produced a great child. But the general was forced to refuse in order to participate in subjugation efforts in the northern forest. This taunt was a low blow from the normally comprehensive archdemon. “I was busy actually defending the Empire, not playing with babies and bookworms, spending all day wondering if they should be able to say thesaurus. Had the project been given to me, they'd be on training grounds already. We would have had true warriors.” replied Mako Pyrna. “As if we'd trust them to a reckless dolt. We need heroes of our own, not your latest maniacs. Don't you have goblins to fry up in Lana ?” retorted the icy scholar, popping a vein. “I bet the last thing you froze was compote for the little ones. Low-born.” replied the fiery witch. “I can freeze something bigger right now if you want. Like a fragile little lady.” retaliated her colleague. The mages present could feel the mana accumulating in both combatants, in great quantities. Not enough for a chant yet, but definitely a sign something was coming. The right side of the room was getting colder, while the left was warming up. This wasn't boding well for the state of the chamber. Some of the weaker demons left their seats, affraid to become collaterals in the generals' fight. But they had forgotten where they were. “I will not tolerate dissension among my advisers.” growled the Emperor, who raised his weapon from his seated position. With a stomp from the golden spear, a powerful electrical current crawled on the black floor towards the two generals. Faster than the eye. It encircled the two of them like giant snakes carved from a raging storm. He had stopped them just in time: A ginormous icicle was already forming behind Ar Akoth, ready to be launched, while his adversary had prepared multiple orbs of fire between her arms, prepared to wreak havoc. With a cold sweat falling down their cheeks, the two generals stopped all motion, mana returning within them as their construct dissipated. Smoke replaced the fireballs while the ice turned into a great puddle. The treasurer sighed heavily as the water . “We had just scrubbed the room... The cleaning cost will be on you.” After that comment, the rest of the council fell back on their seats as the room regained some manner normalcy. But one could hardly ignore the Emperor's deadly dancing thunder. Its two captives knelled slowly towards their ruler. The Goldson was silent, preparing to make his decision known. But he wasn't the one to speak first. “How immature of you two. Are you really even high-demons generals, or are you some imps quarreling for a good name ? Though I suppose Ar Akoth's case can be excused because of his long and personal involvement in the project.” stated a hooded Hellion. Sitting on the seat closest to the throne. The young girl's skinny arms and legs were crossed, she was looking down on the two generals despite the great difference in heights. Paying his young Spymaster no heed, Emperor Fur Paveth made his wish clear. “Your petty fight is a waste of energy. As governor Var Path and general Das Durge have said, this dispersion is the better solution.” both nodded in appreciation. “We need Demon Lords we can sympathize with. Those who shared the common demon's quest for power and glory. Moreover, the traitor entered your citadel thanks to the help of a high ranking officer, and we need to investigate without the children in the way.” Finally removing his eyes from his notebook, the treasurer declared: “But your Highness there will be a great cost and the clans might...” “They will obey the Emperor or be deemed as allies of humankind.” answered Fur Paveth violently. Apart from the great ruler having the final word, he had also raised good points, Ar Akoth had to admit as much. But it was a huge gamble nonetheless, something that went against the normal procedures of the empire. Who relied on statistics more than hope. The emperor continued: “The parents will follow their children and protect them as they can. It will be me, and me alone, who will determine who goes where. There will be no possibility of knowing whose child has joined which city, until they come of age where and might defend themselves.” “My deepest apology, Your Highness. I retract my demands. May I have one lesser demand ?” “Perhaps... Speak...” “Please your Highness, let at least a quarter... no... two of them to stay at Fur Dessath's battle-school. We were prepared to accompany them to the finish. I would take full responsibility should we lose them.” pleaded Ar Akoth, keeping his head down, Ar Akoth. “I will, however, grant you a delay in the transfer. You have until mid-autumn, since they have a semblance of maturity already...” “I am grateful for your generosity.” The emperor arose. The assembly remained still as the apex Demon walked slowly behind them. “I have nothing respect towards my birth-place. The training, the liberty, the food.” The rest of the assembly nodded in return. Everyone knew about the greatness of Fur Dessath's kitchens. Their food was so delectable that young Traveller recruits have been specifically tasked to regularly supply noble houses with some pre-cooked meals. True delicacies. “But Demon-Lords do not appear with “cuddles” and tasty meals. They must earn their evolution. What of the first Demon Lord ? Alexius Kindhand was on the battlefields and tackling monsters for most of his life, with no supervision. And ever since, no Demon Lord has ever appeared from behind the robes of his keepers. “Lord Red Grao and Lord had both joined the army without their clans backing them. You general, would shelter them from the world until they become dependent, but noone else could lead the breeding grounds as efficiently as you. Fur Dessath is not the place they should mature in. And you will not be their teacher, for now.” Each of the Goldson's word seemed to hit Ar Akoth like a hammer. Nailing him to the ground, unable to reply. The truth is quite binding. “But most of all, if its personnel is compromised, I would not hesitate to raze the citadel to the ground and murder anyone... Anyone... Who would dare threaten the Empire before we could reclaim this world!” The council became animated with approbations from all sides. The rousing call had been effective. Reminded them all that the Empire would make any sacrifice to recover their lost glory. Raising his hand to call silence, he continued: “I had discussed it this morning with Lord Vel Grao, who voiced the same concerns as you. But he determined that logic prevailed and approved of my decision. Do you find anything to say against that?” the news pierced Ar Akoth like a spear. All eyes were now fixed on the pleading director. But before their judgement, the lone demon was powerless. His brain was erratically searching for a better answer, a better way to form his answer. And while some solutions appeared, none proved worthy enough to mention. “If that is what the Lords have decided... I have no objection.” “In six months, the breeding facility of Fur Dessath will scatter its twenty subjects into facilities adequate for young Imps. Until all is revealed, no demon is to even whisper the name Ultimate Batch. Anyone, and I mean anyone found sharing will be tried as traitors, no matter their status.” “facilities. I'll leave governor Var Path to handle the paperwork. I'll sign them in ten days. Do not forget.” “I won't Your Highness.” “I trust we are done on this subject, manager ?” The schedule-manager, a studious red skinned Hellian with long black hair acquiesced, they were well within the timelines. “.” “Good. Thank you for your attendance. Glory to Glow.” “Glory to Glow.” repeated the entire assembly. The general left, along with most of the governors and the treasurer. Fur Paveth sat back on his throne, maintaining his posture as best he could. “How many more meetings ?” he asked the Hellion standing on his left. “Five more; the war council for the, the Ma Empire ambassador, Blunter's High-Consul. The Slave council's representative and two clan elders with matters of state. On the bright side, you have nothing of note from the southern borders today Your Highness.” How long will he have to frighten those fools into submission. How long until the Empire gets back into motion. He wished he could go to the front and just carve the Empire's issues away...

Ar Akoth

The angered general stepped outside, leaving the council to its new debates. He had been unable to sway their decision and now he would have to share the bad news to the parents. No doubt most of them would hate to part from their promising progenies, especially some Mor and Mako clan members. Most of all, his friend Ar Eron waiting nearby would be devastated. Akoth remembered how he had to be physically pried off of his son to join the capital with him. The grim Director decided the sooner he told the news, the better. Thus, he accelerated his steps down the airwalk of the black castle. Heading to his assigned quarters. The Ebony Keep was the jewel of the Empire in terms of protection and splendour. It literally presented jewels on its walls; great diamonds infused in the volcanic rocks. There was one for each of the one thousand and two-hundred founding fathers of the Empire. Survivors that the Senders had saved from their first world's demise. Arriving quickly in a stone-lit corridor, Ar Akoth heard two persons conversing in his room.
One of the voice was almost screaming in anger.The tension was rising bet “... but you knew that might happen!” shouted Ar Eron inquisitively. “Quiet, Master-Breeder... And you know there was no other way.” responded his former-master. This latest piece of dialog alarmed the general. He immediately entered the room. “What is th...” What he saw inside shoked him even more. Ar Eron was grabbing the second most powerful demon in the world, Demon-Lord Vel Draco, by his collar. Unthinkable! The calm and collected master-breeder would never use violence against his benefactor or anyone else for that matter. Unless it was about the batch. Upon seeing Ar Akoth, the brown-skinned demon released Vel Draco. His surprised face went back into a motionless state as he saw who had interrupted him. “General...” Confused as to what had happen “Lord Vel Grao, what did he mean ? You knew that would happen ?” “As you have guessed... I was just confessing how I already knew the outcome of the council. I trust it went as planned given your short temper.” Returning to his earlier state of anger, Ar Eron bounced back on his disapproval: “Why would you separate me from my own son!” “He's right! You encouraged this transfer without telling me ? Why master ?” Placing his hands behind his back as he usually did, Lord Vel calmly shared his explanations: “It was necessary for many reasons. The emperor needs to show political strength. For despite his incredible might, he is little more than a caged Wyvern, forced to watch his threatened nest without moving. And he knows it... Showing his strength in settling can put the nobles in their place more effectively than showing his physical might.” Ar Akoth almost stuttered before the calmness of the Demon Lord. “But what about this decision w-what about the danger to the children ?” “Before being sent into battle, imps are the safest in two places. In their clan's household, which is completely impossible now that they have become a target, or at the battle-schools. We can't possibly let them rot in an orphanage or rotting in the streets hoping a kind soul might take pity on their misery. Can we ? That made sense. they will be injured in.
It is a small compromise that will satisfy the governors, and through them, the nobility. If both sides hate each other, then by making sure both sides lose something. What is the issue for the nobles in this little scenario ?” “Because they won't be able to track their high-born soldiers. They are too physically diverse to differentiate, and we don't know what their fur, face or hairs will be like yet.” You and Ar Eron seem to be on the losing side in this story. But with this dispersion comes new possibilities ”
Remembering what they learned from the
The Truthfinder let out a little giggle. “You see Akoth, when you keep your head cool, you can understand what is best for the Empire and for the children.” Though “I don't like it... One year is too soon... Way too soon... The parents will barely have time to know their legacy.” he nodded at his batch-mate “All parents...” “The bone is cast. There's nothing we can do anymore...” A paternal sigh and a pat on the back “We can't control everything, young ones.” “But we must react and we must prepare for the next steps. The human advance their pawns while the demons quarrel about their place in our regressing Empire. But war games and the machinations of traitors are things we face bravely, coldly, as true demons. This separation matters not. We will raise those children into the mightiest weapons this world has ever faced. We will destroy down anyone who would harm them. But if placing them in one location proves dangerous and divisive, then there should be no hesitation from any of you.” “You have a plan.” “There some holes in the decree me and the Emperor concocted. Furtherore, I was selected to prepare the children's integration in the other schools. New origins, , as well as ways for us to keep tabs on their progress.” “I understand.” “Yes. please.” Vel Grao smiled for a moment. But he took on a more serious face right afterwards. Stopping at the bottom of the stairs. “You have half a year... They need to learn about the basics of this world and its workings. We will lie about their age when conscripting starts, but if they fail to acquire basic social skills, they won't last a day with the other recruits. Can you manage that ?” Akoth felt motivated. He could succeed. No, he had to succeed. “Yes... Yes of course. We can do this! Fur Dessath always produced socialy capable soldiers, even with accelerated aging.” “If you ignore Snafa...” remarked Eron. “We can create driven citizens, this I know.” “Good. This is an unprecedented.”
“You don't have much time...” “We depart forthwith my lord, as was planned. Moments later, then two humans, a male and a female, with a red marking on their necks, entered the room. “Gather our things, we are leaving.” The two slaves completed their tasks. “You don't have to take the slave-galleys, take my Wyvern.”
“Are you certain ?” “I'm sure you want to return as soon as possible. The rider can come back later.” “We'd be honored, thank you.” saluted the comforted archdemon. “Glory to Glow.” responded Ar Eron “Glory to Glow.” finished the peerless sage. The two high-demons left the appartment.

François

The little boy, or little imp we should say, was sitting quietly in front of the biggest maple tree of the courtyard. By biggest, it was sadly no more than a bush. THe shape of the leaves left no question in his mind that it was  to be a mapple tree in the future. It was growing near the blue stones of the  Citadel's main  tower. At the base of the thin trunk, he noticed a line of ants the size of thumbs. "I guess this also corresponds to a fantasy world." Thought the pink-skinned imp. François Premont and the other nineteen members of his group had been released outside to play and try to get their minds off of the terrible process that had occurred two nights ago. While the other six-months old were walking around trying to catch each other or observing the dirt, François had noticed the giant insects and became fascinated by the local ecosystem. Apart from the insects that should belong in a rainforest, there were some mushrooms shaped like spikes, there was some giant birds that flew overhead. Out of the corner of his eye, he even saw a giant spider following one of the guardsman like a watchdog would. Not scary at all. The presence of those impossible creatures brought more question to the young student. Was the gravity weaker ? Was there because of something in the air ? Or was it somehow caused by the thing called mana ? Just like in a fantasy world, once again, it would seem magic existed in this new realm. And mana was an invisible substance that could be manipulated and altered by its users. Those animals seemed dangerous, but if the numerous guards patrolling weren't removing them, then there was probably maybe some amount of little tiny bit of hope that they weren't a real threat. He avoided touching the ants anyway. Apart from these details, the reincarnated student had to admit this was a beautiful day for outside activities. The sun was showing his generosity despite the cold weather, with elongated clouds formed of pure white. The the strange tunes of unknown birds was filling the air. Like the other imps, he was dressed in trousers and a simple tunic. If his interpretation was correct, green tunics were for boys while red tunics were for girls. Which meant that the whole group consisted of seven females and thirteen males including him. On the back and front of the clothes, there was a specific symbol for each of the children. Although François had never seen nor learned about them, he knew what they were. Whatever painful process had happened two nights ago, it had drastically affected his thinking processes. Now the wonders of the imperial demon language were clear, and the twenty participants could express themselves, for the most part. I wasn't similar to a translation of the words he already knew from his days on Earth. It was a true understanding of each words, of each notions, of each meanings. Indescribable epiphanies had emerged in his brain. Adding to it, the Glow Empire's functioning had been included in this bag of knowledge. Cherching through his memories, a noticed that apart from the demonic thesaurus, there wasn't much to be used. For once, there wasn't anything about society, this world's history, or even famous people. These particular informations had already frightened François into thinking he was to be a brainless killing machine. But hopefully, the impact hadn't bean visible on his small companions so far. They were little hairless babies and apart from looking three times their own age, they were playing normally.
But then came the arguments. “You're wasteful one. Wasteful and bad for all!” According to his internal database, the word waste meant anyone who reduced the efficiency of the group. But hten this word led to other words, such as embarassment, emprisonment, disappear... Following this chain of information, being considered was, in their young minds, the euivalent of being sentenced to pain and loneliness. Thankfully, François was immune to this association thanks to his already mature mind. “I'm not ! I'm not wasteful... It's your fault!” Pushing the Then a chain reaction of sadness was activated. “Don't make me slave!” “Waah!” “Parents!” “Mother!” “Father!” “Father!” “Waaaah!” “Don't slave!” “Mother!” “Parent!” “Waaah!” Very annoying, as only children can be.
There was about a dozen of them stuck in this wet-faced state. Two others were watching the silly thing happen, confusion in their faces. Two tried to console their friends with hugs and by showing what they had found. It wasn't very effective, and their mood was soon infected by the collective. All this while the rest, including François, kept playing as if nothing was happening. What could I even do ? But after ten seconds of increasing shrieks, every child had stopped having fun. Those that had remained spared from the initial blast of emotion would soon fall victim as well. It was then that the small door from the building opened. A wave of adults flowed out of the exit in order to help drown the children's sorrow. The parents had come. “Parents ?” asked one of the attentive children. “Parents!” confirmed a responsive children cheerfully. “High-demons! My father is big and strong!” added an observant children as he ran towards his mom and dad. “Can I have hugging ?” proposed a tear-eyed children to his lone mother. The adults now embraced their children in response to their melancholy. And the torment changed into a heart-warming scene. Something that reminded the young student of his days in preschool, so long ago.
Three men came out of the blue tower. Two high-demons and an imp. The latter was an old specimen. He only had white fur on his arms, his skin was dry and coarse, even his cranium had wrinkles. His eyes were kind and full of life however and he was prepared to write down everything that would happen in a long notebook. One of the big horned demons, his skin similar to a Caucasian, joined one the lone mothers to stand alongside the son who shared his skin. He seemed familiar... The other was a well-dressed archdemon with sky-blue skin. blue of face and wearing a red cape came "Hello young ones, how are you today ?
“Good day to you, Lords and soldiers, powerful and devoted servants of the Empire. I wish to converse with your children to check how the ritual affected them. If you could please sit them down.” The noble demon now addressed them. “Hello children. Is everything alright ?“ “Fine” “We are well.” “Hungry” “Hello.” “I want to go inside.” Hard to really tell who said what. They didn't know how to answer questions in a socialy correct manner. “Don't answer at the same time please. ” That query brought more confusion within the group. Could they answer that demand ? And how do they choose who speaks first then ? The archdemon seemed to realise their was a problem. He cleared his throat and . “When I ask a question. Raise your hand, any hand, to show you want to answer. I will choose one of you when I say the number on your clothing.” Two or three hands were raised as a result. “Number eleven, go ahead.” “I'm hungry. Do we eat after that ?” asked a red-skinned boy. There was about an hour left before noon after all, and eating would be a good idea. For that reason, the younglings' approbation for the demand followed suit. The collected general replied immediately. “Lunch will be served soon after we are done, as usual. Let me introduce myself. I am Ar Akoth. General of the empire and director of this breeding citadel. You'll see me sometimes in the days to come. So I will start with a little game.” The parents were now standing right behind each child, forming half a circle around the pale-robed archdemon. “You have words in your head now. Thanks to them, you can understand me perfectly, but there is more. I will ask questions. And if you believe you know the answer, raise your hand. I will chose who gets to answer by saying your number. Those who win will be patted by their parent.” A little reward, but it would probably be enough. “Do you know what a general is ?” Around half of the hands were raised, but Ar Akoth knew they could all answer. “You, number ten.” “A general commands soldier. He is bigger than a Leader. He can command Leaders.” “Yes, anyone wants to add something ?” This question demanded more than knowledge. It needed confidence and judgement to know what could be a decent additon “Number four ?” he said to a little imp boy with vanilla-colored skin. “Only high-demons become generals. And Generals cannot command Havocs.” The bald headed archdemon who had joined the group with the general gladly rubbed his son's head. This proud parent did so a bit longer than the others. On that note, the general resumed his speech. “Indeed. Havocs are a special force that can act independently with however many recruits they wish. Generals are the second greatest rank in the army. And the highest would be ?” Some of the imps that remained quiet started raising their hands too. “Demon Lords.” said an imp boy wearing the symbol II, which obviously meant 'two'. “Yes. However you answered without raising your hands. That is why you are not rewarded...” Disappointed, the baby balanced himself back and moaned.
Everyone raised their arms as high as they could. Like everyone else, he could remember the words he had never heard. Each of them was linked to others. The imp numbered Eght-Two-Nine on his chest was chosen. “364 days.” He said confidently. The Master-Breeder moved on at once: “How many seasons are there ?” A raised hand from child wearing the red shirt number one was picked. “Four.” And a pat on the back was what she earned in return. “How many month in each season then ? This information wasn't directly availble from Francçois' memories, but all the hands were raised once again. Apparently, the aim was to test if the aptitude to make calculations had been succesfully transferred. And according to the twenty raised hand, the answer was yes. The ritual that man spoke of was impressive. Even the concept could be accessed. Like comprehending those new mathematics formula. And it had been engraved permanently. After that, harder calculations were asked, all proceeded smoothly. Multiplications and normal divisions were no trouble for the twenty half-years old. Ar Akoth didn't ask for things that involved decimals, but the results were impressive. And it is an impressed general that asked the following question: “Very good. Now can you tell me what this world is called ?” “Is it World ?” The general shaked his head as he dismissed the answer. A second child tried his luck. At the sight of this mockery, the general signalled the parent to make their children quiet down. Grave of face, he adressed them differently. “Why were you laughing ?” It didn't seem like one of the questions. The children were confused while the pained number twelve was conforted by his mother and father. Two Hellions of slim figure. The archdemon named Ar Akoth repeated himself:
“Bad.” “Correct. Then you shouldn't do it. It is wrong. But why did you do it then ?” The parents were beginning to think that this line of questionning wasn't a good idea. They whispered among themselves. Only one child dared raise his hand. “What do you think child ?” The high-pitched voice of the very young boy explained his reasonning. “I don't know... Maybe they like , and now they instinctively try to stick the blaming on one person. They want someone to pick on now, and for fun later. It's like morose delectation and scapegoating, and it's wrong.” That was the most elaborated answer out of all the children so far. And of course, it was our number seventeen, also unknown as François Premont, who had spoken out mindlessly. The situation had reminded him of a normal classroom, and in his previous life, he was quite the eager student. It wasn't a bad habit per say, but since he was now a young imp with no social experiences, this bursting behavior could be seen as unnatural. Oh zut... Should I really attract that much attention ? Hopefully, 'morose delectation' was also included in his newfound memories, and the children didn't seem to really focus on their companion's eloquence. The archdemon general also didn't act very surprised. “Impressive number seventeen. Indeed, it is a foul thing. Sadistic behaviour goes against the policies of demon-kind, I believe you have also been taught as much. But young demons are often led down this path. A shame.” Walking back and forth with his hand behind his back, the scholar continued his lecture. “Being wrong, is not a failure in itself. To make fun of your brethren is a. I you do not show empathy, then do not expect any mercy later. Using those small errors as a reason to bully, or reveling in their weakness to hurt your brethren will also lead you to lose a possible ally. A pure waste of resources and a dishonorable conduct. The Glow Empire believes every member has its use, and discrimination is a thing practiced only by the coward and the ignorant. Remember it well children, do not mock your demon brothers and sisters.” Not every parent seemed to agree with the statement. But none stepped forward in outrage. Ar Akoth had technically encouraged friendship and honor. It was nicely said considering the audience. “You can pat your son miss Mareen.” finished the general. His mother caressed the young boy's bald head with great care. It felt nice despite the pointy nails. At any rate, the lesson this general had shared would take a long time to stick. “Now let's return to the questions, anyone thinks he knows the name of the world ?” A raised hand nd an permission led number fourteen, a small imp with a pink face, to take the stage. “Is it Draco ?” she said with opened eyes. The look on the blue-skinned demon seemed to ask 'Now where did you hear that ?'. But it was obviously not the right answer either. François figured the question was a trick, they would learn this information more naturally. Ar Akoth confirmed what his face had already shared: “No, not Draco.” One or two children started a little giggle, but the stern look on the general's face was all that was needed to remind them of his words. The pale eyes sent a chill down the children's spine, including their parents, before they returned to silence. Pleased with the restraint, the scary demon bounced back into another speech. “Good. Don't worry young one. It's normal for you not to know. The twenty of you were barely even born, but you feel like you know all there is to know thanks to our costly ritual. But you are still incomplete.” “I want to give you a mission, for tomorrow, to learn more abut the world. The name, the countries, the people. And for that you will have to discuss with your parents or other imps. We have given you knowledge about words and rudimentary concepts, but you have to discover the world itself, to socialize, and to prepare for your future. Once you have learned a, your experience at the battle-schools will finish those lessons.” The battle-school ? That was the place were 3 year old imps visited to start training for the amry. A free service for every demon no matter the origin. There are one in every major demon city and their purpose is to train the clan-less children into future soldiers and capable citizens. Now that the integrated dictionary had done its job, the implications befell our former French student. They are not seriously sending us away from here right now ? Away from our parents ? Wondered his panicked mind. The big green demon looked saddened with. A violet faced demoness simply gazed into the horizon in abandon. All in all, their great turmoil from the news. A good dozen of the adults. One of them even raised his hand like the children to ask a question. When the others noticed him, they let him speak for everyone here. “You're not letting us take care of them ? That's what was agreed! You teach them social skills, then you let us raise them into proper Demon Lords! What's the big idea here!” A flurry of approbation poured from the ranks. The voices raised were coarse.
“It was the Emperor's decision. Do want to go against his command ?” “No general...” Demon Lords have quite the prestige apparently. That's good to know. Ar Akoth continued.“I know you're upset from this sudden news. He council's decision was made in secret, so Travellers mustn't have mentionned it. Officialy, the Great Batch is suspended. But the truth is that we will scatter the childrens intomultiple battle-schools and remove their links to you.
“We have two years left together, but I promise you, we will take care of you until then. The sessions will begin after breakfast tomorrow in. will be formed before departure. You will see me again shortly, Glory to Glow. The children imitated the general in performing the salute. Most likely because their parents were doing it too. Even the free-minded reincarnated participated in this show of loyalty. 'A left or right fist over the heart and a slight bow from the head. The imperial salute allows saluters to greet no matter their condition', or so he remembered. submissively ? Behind him, his saddened mother smiled bitterly. She accompanied him back inside, it was time for lunch. But on the way, there were four words that were repeated in François' head, and probably a few of the assembly too. This is messed up...

Ar Akoth

“Ar Eron “Come in...” “Preparing for the demonstrations tomorow ? Don't push yourself, the crystal did a number on you.” “Working makes me recover quicker than waiting.” Ar Akoth loo, then moved on to a less personnal topic “I've read your report for the post-ritual state, good work. Very neutral, very serious.” “Thank you for your consideration. I hope it will help us track them down later.” Indeed, while Demons come in all shapes, colors and forms, Ar Eron's description would help them recognise each children without the shadow of a doubt. All they would have to do is send agents with the details, and the small teams would be found in no time. Akoth put aside the paper and let himself fall on his chair. “One less thing to worry about." He sighed. "Only a thousand more to go." joked the old Cressioth who was noting every word of the conversation. The attempt made the three Demons chuckle grimly. "IN any case, I'd like you to explain what you meant by "Best potential when talking about number 3.” “I say things as they appear. She will rule over us all one day.” "Eight-Two-Three? This violent little minks? How so?" "I would explain but..." said Eron while pointing at the old scribe by the Director's side. Akoth considered this demand in silence. Finally he signalled: “Cressioth, can you leave us alone for now ?” “Alright, I have the parent's concern to record anyway. Have a good chat younglings.” The aged scribe departed after a short bow. The director and his friend waited until. “Still calling us younglings... May he never die.” Ar Eron recalled how Cressioth was already old when he was a mere grunt in training. It was as though the Hellion had never changed his posture in thirty years, never stopping his recordings. Ar Eron let out a nostalgic sigh: “That would be preferable...” but now was the time for the business at hand. “Well then, what is it ?” “About what happened in the capital...” An expected inquiry, to which the bronze breeder had an answer prepared. “I regret showing you this side of me, again. I was angered. My actions were rash and lacking rationality. That's all.” “Come on... I've known you too long to blame you for your passion. Though I never expected you to lay a hand on an actual Demon Lord.” “If we were still in battle-school, that would have felt like a dream come true.” In a rare sign of camaraderie. “And what does the future hold for our adoptive city ? How will Fur Dessath fare .” “Even though the other cities receive our prodigies, I daresay our standard batches will still achieve greatness.” “Even the schools who would receive your daughter ?” “Ung... Don't remind me...” Ar Eron cleared his throat and continued. “We had sixty-eight successful low-evolutions just last season. Most of whom were from demons less than 12 years old. Four high-demons were born as well. And there are more to come.” “How many have Demon-Lord potential ?” “Two of them. Three if you count the genius from batch 546-4” “A genius... Remind me again ?” “I'm surprised you've forgotten... I'm talking about a young imp named Mouroth. He's rebellious, and a violent piece of work. Smarter than he looks though. He broke through every physical tests and even put down some Hellions who tried to pick a fight with him and his comrade. He had been named King of the Name-Pit barely four days in. He'll be a brilliant general, once he learns to behave. But there are more batches to give birth to. The battlefield won't fill itself alone.” “You've got your hands full...” “Eron...” “What is it ?” “Are you okay ? The corners of your mouth are higher than usual.” The master-breeder put down his plume and fell back on his seat. “I'm a bad actor, uh... No, of course I'm not okay...” Eron rested himself on his left arm and began scratching his head in a liberating mania. “This entire project was our pride, and one terrorist attack forces us to spread it to the wind and hope for the best. This is beyond unfair. It's ridiculous...” “How's Walla handling the news ? She won't talk to me about it.” Eron, who usually hid his emotion behind a impregnable mask, was. “General... Are you sure you want to know ?” “I am not just the general the director. but most of all, you are the greatest comrades I ever had.” “She almost choked up, then she tried to fry my brains out... “Senders...” “I knew she would like it even less than me, but still... She got over it after a while, and played along during your speech.” “She realizes there was nothing we could have done ?” “Does it matter ?” “Twenty-one years... We tried to have children for twenty-one years. Desperately. When Fur Dessath prepared the project, we spent our entire saving to become a part of it. Thanks to the rituals and our every efforts, we obtained the perfect child. And now we won't see her again until she rules the country. It's tough, I'm not cut out for this.” “I'd have been proud to see her get there, but who knows ? I'll keep a lookout for her mo She might be assigned.” “Akoth...” Ohoh... Eron only called his friend by his name when “ “Since we were on the topic of breeding, when are you gonna do your part ?” A fit of cough took hold over the director. He hadn't found a partner yet, at 34 years old, apart from the bearers from the pleasure quarters, Akoth hadn't a proper mate in a long while. “Soon ? I just need to find the one.” “I made Cressioth put candidates in your room for the last three years, You better find the one earlier than soon...” “Ah... Ahah... Good night master-breeder. Have fun teaching.” “Fun... Nothing is fun these days.” Sighing one final time, Eron opened the book containing the entirety of his school program. He was a pioneer in his endeavor; teaching common knowlege to children barely two season old is unheard of. No pressure.

Mareen

Slowly walking alongside her child in the stone corridors of the Blue-Citadel, the young demoness was devastated. She wouldn't show it to her son yet but... what horrible news. How should she feel now that she would soon be forced to abandon her son ? First her dear lover, now her first child ? She knew there were risks involved with the procedures, but the forced separation was something she could never have prepared for. But now wasn't the time to sulk. Her son was now placed in a bed allongside the other memebers from the batch. Now that the, she had come to look for him and share a breakfast.  Holding her only son's hand, she lead him to the cantina where tey sat at the furthest table from the center.
Fur Dessath's main cantina was where every breed of Demon came to relish on the menus. It was a marvel of service with great selections, great service, and a perfect view for the occasionnal fights in the round middle of the room. It was a well kept space with black and white tillings on the walls, while the floor was made of high quality porcelain. Ideal for cleaning the mess made by hundreds of demons, and tough enough to handle fightings. and the smell was as delightful as before. This was one of the reason her stay at Fur Dessath was so appreciated until now. “Can I eat now Mother?” he asked politely. He seemed in good shape, it was very strange to hear so intricate a speach from someone born mere months ago. “Yes little one. You can call me Mama you know?” “Mama? An old classic but alright.” Mareen let the strange response fly over her head and into the noise of the cantina. Some parents went to the left and were quickly served, though they had to pay for the improved service. They were now waiting in line for the. The file was quite long. The silence became unbearable. And she felt like she should find something to say to her little one, to pass the time. But she wasn't the only who had thought so. “Mama ?” “Yes child ?” “Why do you always smell like trees ?” A normal question for a normal conversation. She grabbed the opportunity gladly: “Oh, I use a bit of stealth perfume... Do you know what perfume is ?” The boy nodded and tilted his head in curiosity. His plump face and bright eyes were quite adorable in her motherly eyes. Despite being an imp; bald, disproportionnate and, his features were “Yes, but how does using perfume make you stealthy ?” So he knew, thanks to the ritual, just as general Ar Akoth had proved earlier. Mareen continued to give her answers. “I use them to blend in the forest, monsters are attracted to demons by our scent or our mana. But mommy is a warrior so my mana is not detected unless I use a lot of strength. With no scent and no mana, I can go past wild monsters and hunt them. Do you understand ?” Maybe she shoudn't have given so much detail, but her son had displayed quite the eloquence earlier, so there was no harm in trying. “You are a hunter ?” “No, I'm a tamer. I capture monsters and make them less angry. I am not a Supplier like the good demon here.” “Got it, thanks.” “It's our turn now.” They had reached the canteen chef. According to the locals, he used to handled the daily rations of an entire cohort by himself and stewed some of the humans he killed into his soups. But as she came to know the man, she realized he would never put something so unhygienic into his stews. He became a non-combatant after a grave injury robed him of half a leg. He had been assigned to this quiet position, which meant he wasn't tasked with military demands. Instead focused on food production, manufacture or . There many kinds of Suppliers, and most of them were imps or low demon. “Thank you.” “You got your food, now scram.” Without asking for more, the mother and son retreated. “Not very nice...” said the little one. Mareen smiled to him “Perhaps, but take a bite and you'll love him instead.” “ “Oh perhaps I should...” The child didn't seem to need assistance in that regard. He had grabbed the small fork and the small knife without hesitation. And was ready. “I watched the others do it...” The youngling scooped a part of his meal, half-rice and a quarter of mushroom in his fork. He lead it near his nose. He smelled it. Looked at it for a moment. How innocent. As far as she knew, that was his first real meal. “It's not going to bite you. You can bite it.” “I know...” His expression didn't change but he . She didn't even have to cut the meat for him. His teeth would handle the soft muscles easily. She took the time to look at the other parents. They were cheerful, but deep down, she knew they were all disappointed. The only thing they could do now was to make the most of their time with the children. “ “Now now, finish your plate before...” The plate had beencompletely cleaned. “Oh...” this brought a smile on her face. “Huhu... You must have been hungry.” “They need nutrients to grow fast. That's what we suffered for.” “Walla. How are you ?” “Devastated. I want to grab a pike and shove...” a look towards the curious child prevented her from finishing her sentence. “...punish... something... ahem...” “My child, this is Walla, Mama's old friend. She is the one who helped me when you were born.” “Aye, say... Call me Aunt Walla. You're the one I shocked back then. Good to see there weren't any sequels.” “Er... Aunt Walla ? You shocked me ?” “You got out of your mother but you weren't breathing and your heart didn't beat either. You gave the team a good scare, but I used my magic to bring you back from the dead.” “Umh... Speaking about death so early.” “Er, yeah, maybe I'll wait until his first blood to give the details. Anyways I'll see you during his classes.”

“Mother ? Umh... Mama ?” Silence was all she could answer for a good minute. “I won't ask again then I guess...” sighed the young one, scratching his head in shame. "For goodness' sake. I am the parent here, and a proper Demon. Why am I the one that needs being consoled?" Mareen thought to herself. “Sorry, my child. It's just... sad. He was supposed to be here a few days after your birth, but he became umh... Unable.” Did he understand her meaning? No, surely not. The ritual expanded his vocabulary, not his mind. Speaking of which, his fellow classmates of the Program seemed to rally near Ar Eron, at the exit. It was already time for their lesson Mareen surmised. "Run along now, you are gonna be late for class." She said softly, with a bit of regret at letting him go so soon. “Thanks for the meal.” said the little demon to the chef behind the counter. The scarred Demon didn't have time to answer that Eight-Two-Sixteen had already disappeared into the corridor, lining up with his comrades of the Great Batch. Polite, intelligent, calm. Quite a peculiar little imp, but that was to be expected. The experiment was ground-breaking in many ways, and previous batches of superior demons had never precisely followed expectations. She wondered how the other parents were feeling about the ritual's result on their offspring. But for now, she was torn. There was the bliss of her child's beauty, the revelation of a future separation, and the ever-present sorrow from the death of her lover.

François

François wasn't very satisfied with how he handled his first adult conversation since his rebirth. His heart was racing and he reviewed everything he said like the most offensive thing he could have done.  "Seriously... I wasn't very inconspicuous now, was I ? I haven't been a child since I was... Er... I guess never technically. Oh well, what's done is done I guess. We'll talk more later... probably... definitely..." His inquiries had reduced his mother's suspicions as to his capacities. But was it really the thing to do ? To hide his knowledge from another world for all time ? "My father died in battle uh ? That's a downer..." What should he do now, reveal the truth to her as soon as possible ? There were many possibilities. All taken from existing stories he had read in multiple medias. One, he could reveal the truth now but that would complicate matters for a lot of persons. Another important thing to consider was: what was he gonna do with his life ? His second life too be precise ? It seemed unlikely he could return to Earth, what with being dead and all that... He didn't really give much efforts in his previous existence. His life was reduced to. However, he was more eager than most to entertain himself with everything from novels to video games. Without moving frequently from his hometown, it cold be said he had seen it all. Now, he was in one such story. A fantasy story about being sent to another world after death. A very popular theme in modern light-novels from Japan. Though in his case, the harem of lustful servants and the overwhelming might hadn't come along, for now.
As things were going, he would be sent to a new school, away from his adoptive family, and follow a military carrier for the remainder of his days, because that's what he was literally born for. However, he was grown enough mentally to think about his future. And, being born in a peaceful era, the path he was lead to seemed unattractive. He had never fought in his life before. He was getting closer. Maybe he should run away. Other children wearing a uniform similar to his A girl, wearing the number . “Hello.” “Hello.” she responded. They joned the line in front of the classroom. “So we are going to learn things today...” “Yes, that's what was said.” Name me obvious and call me Captain... was what he thought. I better elaborate... “Are you excited ?” “Excited ? You mean willing, eager ?” “Yes, those are good words too...” “I liked to talk with the parents about, umh... things and stuff. I'm happy to understand everything they say. I want more.” Interesting, would human toddlers be as passionate about learning ? François had heard about geniuses who could talk. And this seemed to match the case.
Next to the high-demons, black slate were pilled up along with small white sticks, chalks most likely. “Help yourself and Deja-vu from his early school-life went through his head at this moment. It was all here. The black board, the. However, there were no desks. “Get up.” Something different from the past. This sharp command brought him back to the present. One by one, some of the Imps got on their feets. Not all, as expected. Children will be children, no matter the world. Sure, the children had become fluent and had aged very fast, but were they mature enough to understand what was happening ? Given how silent they were since the teacher appeared, that seemed to be the case. Recognized hm from the ritual chamber, and from being around more than most parents. “Before we get started, I will address something obvious. I am the progenitor of number. But this will in no way influence the way I treat her or any of you. You're my students and we need to finish this course in the best possible conditions.” The man hadn't changed expression at all during his speech, François was “Some of you might recognize me. I am the master-breeder of Fur Dessath. Ar Eron. For those of you who do not know, a master breeder.Which means I have authority over which births can take place for the entire city. I also work as a teacher and a trainer for promising recruits. When I ask a question, you will answer with yes Master-Breeder or no master-breeder. Is that clear ?” The children seemed perplexed butNothing unusual for now. “ “Let's check if the information is understood... Number three.” The girl, looking down at her feet “Number three.” “Yes Master-breeder ?” “Pay attention... Now, what did I just say about being master-breeder.” “You help make babies and teach baby demon how to live properly ?” “That's close enough. Does everyone.”
“That's reassuring.” “Listen to me, children. You are all very smart, smarter than a demon should be one might say. But do not feel bad about it. This is our gift. The product of years of research and preparations. You will have great power, great skills, and with you the three black swords of the Empire. All in secret of course.” Quite a payload to drop on six months old babies. But none of his classmates seemed to have trouble with the facts. “With this out of the way, let's properly start the lesson...”Since we already installed the army-related infos inside your minds. We will go over the more trivial, basic informations. Our world is called...” with a piece of white chalk on the “Orbido.” That's certainly more original than Earth.
“Master Eron ?” “Yes number .” “Why do you have a name and we have numbers ?” “Ah, yes. That didn't seem too urgent but it is a very good question.” The professor opened his shirt and revealed his muscular upper body. On his right chest was a silvery tatoo. The name “Eron” was engraved deep, along with strange markings. “This is my name weaved in the ebony rocks of our mountain.” he explained, with his fingers following the elegant metal. “Above it is the Clan I belong to. The Ar clan. In order to get a name, you'll need to earn it. As for the clan, well, you're either born into it or you prove yourself invaluable.” “The Name Pit... For some of you, that will be your first real battle. “We have to fight for a name ?” Another kid wanted “Why ?” “That's something our society has evolved into. Think about it. Names have power. Should we give you something to live up to before we even know what you're made of ? Preposterous.” Master Eron had now realised he was speaking advanced phylosophy to little children. He cleared his throat and “If you want to change it, you should hurry and become Demon Lords with the authority to instate your rules. But until that day, this is how the demon world works. You'll all get your chances once you finish your battle schools, or if you earn enough money to buy a place at an independent Name Pit.” Eron sighed in nostalgia. The demon society was addicted to conflict apparently. François would be the one to choose his new name, uh ? That was convenient in his case, but still quite perplexing. “Is everything clear so far ?” “What's money ? I know the word but I don't understand the meaning.” Master Eron massages his eyes briefly. He then clears his throat. “That's something we will discuss in a later class. Let's wrap this up quickly.” “Once this lesson is over, you will get to kill your first monster.”
Wait... what did he say after that ?
Markoth
Now, he was a slave.
Here they came, the children he almost traumatized three days ago. The big shots of of the city had been kind enough not to end his life, but now he was a living tool for the breeding citadel. While his situation wasn't desperate, he had no idea how the others were. They didn't bother to inform him of where his batch-mates had been sent. His protegees had to be well, probably. After all, the Empire hates wasting potentials, even from the likes of cripples.

“Can we do some magic ?”


That was the power of an archdemon.
Though he couldn't budge from his position, he managed to hear a little of the conversation. “Snafa..? Seriously...”
“ “Markoth, get over here.” “ “Remove your leggins.”
“Now show the children some of your physical enhancement.” “Y... Yes sir.” Markoth focused his mana on his legs “Markoth here is a Traveler. His training allowed him to master mobility. Traveler's main purpose is to deliver messages across the lands. In war, they relay information between platoons. What I want you to focus on how he uses his mana...” Markoth understood, as a traveler, the shift of magic will be far more obvious on his legs. It was very demeaning to become a mere showcase of how mana works.
“See how the mana follows the muscles, mana strengthen his efforts. It doesn't use a specific element so anyone can use this type of skill.” The toddlers started to flex their muscles, trying to imitate . They were cute in a way. Once again, his lost comrades returned to his thoughts. “Can I use magic ?” said number “Imps can't use magic.” replied Ar Eron coldly. “Huh ?” “No crying please.” “No crying or you won't get food t onight. Woah, that's harsh, it had been a while, but the Traveer remembered how good the food was. He wondered if the chef was still around...
“But as soon as you evolve, you'll have to pick the attributes that most suit your talents. Ranged magic, physical strength, remember that...
“Class dismissed, curfew starts at sun-down.”

Braise

“Nice chair...” snidely complimented the rugged General. The young boy in front of him had sat on something that could have belonged in a throne room, but served as the chair of a scholar's desk. It was shiny, full of details and those rococo things at the foot. Something like this costed almost an enitre knight's annual salary. The young lord confirmed his thoughts with a sigh: “This is dense mahogany from deep within Carsil. Extremely rare. But my father's success has brought us more than our share of gifts. As for relations, well, that's what you're here for.” The young lord had bright blond hair and a perfect face, his geometry was perfect and his nose was absolutely perpendicular. He was a living statue of beauty the likes you see in demon streets for their great Lords. “Would you like some apple juice ?" “Wine. Fortenian of course. Capital 492 if you can afford it, which you do no doubt.” “Pity... Crushed fruits are a perfect source of vitamins and it is delicious in its own right. I'm sure my servants can find whatever you need.” “Ah! when you get a real drink you'll change your mind.” “You'd be surprised how experienced I am with real drinks...” Braise obviously never heard the word vitamin before. Foolish warmonger. "Oh well, no need to waste my specialized thoughts on your kind." “I'll try my best not to whoop you for the insult, boy, and get to the point. So... Care to explain what you did back at the Cleaving Hills ?” “I made a spell appear without you sensing it.” “That so..? Well thanks I wasn't sure that was it, thought I dreamt it.” "The POINT... boy..." Completely calm and unconcerned by the display of violence, he elaborated: “Science is not about clear answers, it's aout understanding all parameters. It's about understanding rules through observations. When observations change, science adapts. How do you think demons and dwarves created all their gimmicks and revolutionary items ?” “Yeah yeah, I've been to school before kid.”



“Fifteen years ?” “Yes.” “Fifteen years ?” “At the very least.” “Welp. This has been interesting, but I should get going before my boys start worrying.” “It could be done in four, but... The impact would be too dangerous.” “... Dangerous ?” “There is also the question of fundings...” “I'm a hero, boy. So here's my offer I'll get your money, then you'll make me the prime candidate. O testing, no.” “Can I at least use “No. You deal with me or I'll make sure noone gives a crap about what you're doing in your daddy's basement.” For a moment, the young master believed it was a bluff, Braise could see it in his eyes. Within seconds, the confidence turned first to mefiance, then to worry, then to anger. fist clenched, which delighted the General. “You wouldn't, this goes against the interests of the kingdom.” “Oh does it ? Well guess what, boy, I don't give a damn about the kingdom's delusions of grandeur. I know the demons'll come back and wipe the floors with us one day. Literally have us wiping the floors. You, me, the king, that pretty girl from Menia...” “So I'l have my fun, I'll have my legend before it's too late. “Fine, we'll do it your way.”
It was a necessary risk to take if he want to make he most of his time in this world. This meant he should be extra careful not to let the man in on his other works. As it happens, a messenger had arrived. The young woman kneeled before the teen-aged noble. “Young master.” Sipping from his cup of fruit juice. “Jeanne, you're late.” “my apologies... “Ignore it... What's the report.” “See for yourself young master.” “They're in. Marvelous.”
“Rescue Operation “A New Hope” is finally underway.” “Why in English ?” “Because I said so. Don't think about it and go get some rest, I have more jobs for you.” The young human relaxed in his chair. If all goes well, by next year, he'd have a true hero in his pocket. Or at least, an interesting corpse to dissect. Either way was a win and in the end, he would earn even more power before he eve, reached puberty.he smiled like a satisfied cat and let himself fal in his big chair. cat. “Ah... This world is so much fun~...”

François

Smells tickled his short nose, his pointy ears picked multitude of merchant haggling, and the sight was as impressive. All manner of demons, of color skins and size, horns shaped in tubes, flat on the heads, a garden of diversity. This class had for objective to make. It was just a hunch, but François could gather where his protectors were hiding.
Some stalls had humans tending to them. They didn't look like slaves but rightfull owner and they happily made business with their demonic countrymen. Then, among the chaos of the populace, he spotted a new kind of individuals. A big humanoid without horns. On his face was short grey fur. The most obvious feature was the wolf-like ears. Was it really what he thought it was ? “That is a beast-man, from the eastern islands. “Not yet... Ahah.” he laughed nervously from disbelief. Beastmen... This was even more of a japanese fantasy trope, reinforcing his suspicions. This was all much too convenient a. Seriously... Mana, monsters, demons, middle-aged infrastructures... How is it not a japanese RPG fanfiction ? All that's left are the holograms and some leveling systems. Ahah... What's next ? I meet a rebellious princess and we escape the fall of the Empire ? What's the scenario going for anyway ? “...eat some sweets ?” “What ?” “I said do you want a sweet ? Is something wrong ? “I don't like sweets.” he thoughtlessly replied. His mother tilted her hand. “You don't like sweets... How ?” But now, as Imp number , he didn't experience eating sweets yet. “I don't know...” was the best reply he could think of, however cliché it was. Mareen stared at him for a long while, and the fox on her shoulder climbed down on her arm to take of whiff of the confection.
It melted in his mouth. Not that sugary, but perhaps sugar was a rarity in this world. Wait, how much did that thing cost then ? Wait... How exactly should he ask for more info on this. There hadn't been any lessons on economy yet... What were the units for the bronze coins ? “Is that money ?” “Yes, bronze coins. It the second smallest unit after .” Good start. “Is three big bronze coins a lot ?” “Oh, no. Not really. You can feed a grown demon for a day with thirty of them. Come along little one.”
His mother was acting strange as they walked. Her face was worried. Still holding her hand, François couldn't help but get nervous too. Then, what could she be scared of ? The painful memory of the ritual came to his mind. “Are there... umh... bad people after us ?” She laughed nervously. “Why are you asking that ?”
“Don't worry, we'll go back to the citadel soon, we just have to get you used to walking in a crowd.” That's pretty violent way to make a one year old more independant. Well... not as violent as killing a monster with his teeth... Actually, everything about demonic culture felt a bit violent or cruel, even the buildings. All rocks and bricks, large avenues, very militaristic one could say. On another note, the sanitation was decent for a medieval city and there didn't seem to be.
Policemen endowed with power and responsibility... Not bad for a hellish empire. “That is the “police”. They handle any type of scuffle and are the most honorable demons you'll ever meet.”
“What do you think of the city so far ? Is it scary ?” “Not really...” “I see... good luck then.” She let go of her child's hand, who immediately took concern. “Mama?” he called out. But nobody answered. She was gone. His mother was gone. He was alone in the middle of a busy crowd who didn't give him any attention. Welp, it happened. A mere toddler would lose his . But not twenty-one year old François Premont. He wasn't as useless as being unable to find his way back.. At any rate, this was obviously a test, a trial to improve his skills at being alone. Welp. That's demonic. To think they'd have us work on Restday too, haha... There was a possiblity for it to be a true dismissal. Parhaps the guards of the fortress wouldn't let him in once he came back. Unlikely outcome, but a possible outcome nonetheless. First things first however. He had to find a high ground somewhere. A hill, a building, something. He'd climb his way up and determine where to go from there. Just like an Assassin's Creed game. François walked without a worry in mind. His previous visits in town had made him
On the way up the building, another theory burgeoned in his mind. What if his mother really abandonned him ? He had acted weird at the dinner, were those the reasons ? Paranoid thoughts swirled around again. But he swept them aside on account of pure logic: One: she really said Good luck. Two. Honestly, such an a power obsessed Empire who makes slaves of people and the most use of everything would never let go of a fine specimen like himself. So yes, this really was a test, probably... And a test needs observers, of course. In conclusion, some powerful guardians might have been observing him all along. And if his hunch was right, on top of the building, he'd be able to strike two birds with one stone. He'd find the citadel, and have a clear view of his ghastly followers. Then again, she might have been a traitor all along and left him behind to deliver for an enemy of the Empire. However, if there were observers around, that'd change things a bit. Far away, there was a mountain drenched a black, carved to the side like a large laser had gone clear through it. If he remembered his lesson correctely, that there was Mount Ebony. Additionally, this meant east was roughly in this that direction. Good. Then, to the alleged south, he could see a large patch of green that stretched extremely far. Similarly green mountains extended over it. This was definitely the Carsil Forest. This meant that his goal was to the north of the city, at the large walls and towers of the breeding citadel. were clear in his sight. He still didn't know if the guards would recognize him, but that was the place to reach. If not, he might just drop at an Inn and offer to wash dishes or something. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to this. Now, for a funny experiment. François looked on the roofs to see if anyone. Surely enough, a hooded figure hid behind a chimney as soon as his head turned its way. How delightful. The boy turned his head away, then immediately looked back again. The hooded figure once again . That was easy, and fun. Were ther others ? Two people, then, and since they hadn't tried to reach him yet, that meant they were here to observe or protect him. Either way, he was not alone in this world. It was time t go then.