Mother does not like me very much, or so I think. Father doesn’t like me very much either. Though, that’s a fact. Dad’s only like successful sons. And sons only like successful dads.
So I’m happy.
“Damian Von Choclin, sir? Your mother has requested your presence.”
“Thank you Mr. Bushé, I shall go.” Is there some sort of surprise? I’ve never seen Mr. Bushé smile so happily before.
“It would be better if you go now, young sir.”
“Indeed you are, Mr. Bushé.” His smile is such an annoyance.
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“Mother?”
“That’s madam in front of guests”. Guests? She could have told me to wear something other than my robe. Mr. Bushé should have said something.
My robe was a generous gift from mother and father before they found out I had a constant blood season. I guess that’s when they changed? The robe was made out of perfect squimer skin. Squimers are plump animals, close to what humans call, “sheep,” made for clothing. They do fly, which causes them to be much harder to retrieve. This one was easily eliminated by mother and father in less than a few nanoseconds. After a few years, I asked Mr. Bushé to add a waistband. He cut some out of rope and then tied it around in 3 layers. The robe was perfect for me because it hid my non-existent wings and covered my tail, which shouldn't exist.
“Madam, where are you?”
“Third door to the right, Damian. When I was five, I could find every piece of furniture in the house.” This house is a maze to me. The only familiar sections I know are the study halls and the restricted zones, which I spend most of my time mesmerizing at.
“We have a guest, Damian. Show her around.”
“Where?”
“Look down Damian. Did Manners and Masculine not teach you anything?” Mother never liked publicly shaming me. Though today she seems to not have taken pity on me. “Let me rephrase that, have you been listening to anything? I told you to cut that growing ponytail days ago!”. Mother always has the most precise language.
I look down to see a white cat. To be more precise, a white cat with light brown spots. She seems to be extremely distressed. Probably because of the bulky, thick eye mask. The mask seems to cover her eye so thoroughly she can’t seem to see.
“Damian, this is Yehain. She’s your new pet. Don’t take her mask off. She’ll do something you don’t want. To be clearer, she will turn you into what you don’t want to be. You learned that in your studies, right? Got it?” Is that supposed to be really scary? Must be for her.
“Yes, mother.” I don’t actually want to listen this time….
“Good, now take that rat away. Make sure to cut the ponytail. You’re lucky I’m obligated not to interfere with the prince’s decisions.” She could easily tell father that. He would’ve done it.
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“What’s your name?” Oh right, the kitty can’t talk.
“Your ‘mother’ told you, right? You should pay more attention, it’s Yehain. By the way, what type of mother makes you call her madam? ” Okay, so maybe kitty can talk.
“Oh right… I’m Damian…uh your-”
“I’m what?! ….Ow, that wall hurt.” I was right. This cat can’t see.
“Let me take your blindfold off.”
“Hisss~ You’re going to get hurt!”
“I don’t exactly care. Now shut up and stand still!”
“Weren’t you listening at all?! I’ll turn you into-” Wow, those eyes. They’re nothing like what the textbooks said. One’s dark blue with a slit pupil and the other’s a bright red with no pupil. I guess the textbook was wrong when it stated: “All species have pupils in their eyes”.
“Why are you not changing?!”
“I don’t want to be myself. Common knowledge adults don’t get.”
“...”
“...” Those eyes.
“Can you stop looking at my eyes? They hurt when my power is in use.”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry…” They’re so different. It feels calming looking into them. I’m mesmerized.
“Am I really that cool?”
“Oh no, sorry…”
“It’s fine, you’re like people on Earth.”
“You remember Earth and your eyes were the same color?”
“I remember every life. It’s a pain actually. I don’t know what’s up with my eyes on Earth though. People thought that they were contacts.”
“Contacts?”
“Oh… never mind. Earth stuff?”
“...”
“What?”
“How is that fair?”
“It isn’t”
“Can you become a humacat then? I want to see your hybrid form.” Hybrids are an exotic species with no kingdom to themselves. Yehain is probably a humacat. She was a cat in her last life on earth and a human in a life before. I come to think that these species were more elite than demons but I was talked out of that one fast. Now I think that I might’ve been correct in the first place. Hybrids have one main form, which is a cat for Yehain and a second form which is both together. Most hybrids, like Yehain, try to hide their existence as a hybrid. Hybrids are seen as freaks in Euothia. Two different species? Pathetic, it’s one or the other. I don’t really care what people think of them. I was too busy imagining a life not being a demon. That was another interesting lesson with pictures.
“How did you know that I was-”
“School, I learn at an extreme rate.”
“Who are you?”
“Me? I’m Prince Damian Von Choclin.”
“You’re a demon prince?! But you're bleeding?”294Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuIM8aSWBKc
“Deformed. They try to hide that.”
“That’s never-” I immediately interrupt her with: “Happened. I know, don’t tell anyone. I need to be perfect.”
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