《My Son Is the Reincarnated Demon King》


 Prologue

    Sitting on a dark throne in a dark icy-cold room was a stoic-faced man.


    His hair was a radiant crimson, and his horns protruded up and back to the roof and sky.


    The man''s eyes were a dark color, with his pupils a shining flame.


    Reflecting off of the dark marble floors was his demonic armor, light, but powerful.


    This man is the most powerful in the world.


    ***


    I can''t remember.


    When was the last time I had a human delicacy?


    When was the last time I played in the rivers and oceans?


    When was the last time I saw my parents?


    In honesty, I, the demon king miss such simple ventures.


    But, power is much more interesting.


    At least, I thought.


    Being powerful is fun until it isn''t.


    There Are no opponents that can reach you, that can scar you, that can even cross your mind every once in and while. In the end, there is no goal to reach.


    At the peak, you go no further.


    I hit that breakneck 75 years ago, and yet...I broke through and pierced the skies.


    There was nothing to stand in my way. No heroes, no champions, no sword-masters, just me and only I.


    The world bowed to me, and most praised me. They learned to look past my malevolence and forced themselves to see the faint benevolence.


    Like I said, I was once human. I was born from the mortal womb, raised by mortal people, and yet I despised it. Maybe it was my upbringing, maybe it was my parents themselves, but I hated and hated.


    My malice and my hatred grew so strong that it was endless. I grew stronger, fought strong opponents, and killed whoever stood in my way. In the end, I remained.


    But, I can''t help but feel shaken. Not just recently, but for the last 21 years. I feel some imminent fate upon me, but I refuse to acknowledge it enough. I will not let fear control me, not even when I die.


    Which, will be never.


    ***


    "Sir...I must inform you, that the seer has claimed to have received a vision from the gods."


    Bending the knee, with a single arm folded over his chest and one behind his back, a middle-aged man in a dark robe kneeled before my dark throne.


    "Then why are you in his stead?" my callous voice spoke.


    "W-Well, I just wanted you to be one of the first to know...sire."


    He felt like the weight of 10 worlds had been placed onto him, as his head slammed to the floor alongside his body.


    "Don''t enter my chambers with such trivial matters. If the seer had a vision, then he would come himself. And if he didn''t, I would know. Trust me, I would."


    As his face slammed to the floor, the man bit his tongue by accident. And with a bleeding tongue, "Y-Yesh...M..My Lord.." he spoke.


    "Scram."


    With haste, the man scurried like a rodent.


    It wouldn''t be long before the seer himself stood before me.


    Sitting in my dark armor on the throne, I said: "So...enlighten me."


    "Well, sire...it would behoove you to prepare."


    "Prepare? For what, exactly?" I said, with one raised eyebrow and a curious tone.


    "Well, for your archnemesis. The only thing that can drive out your darkness. The hero."


    My eyes widened before I lowered my head and looked down with a pale expression.


    "My lord?.." The seer said.


    I raise my hand, stopping his speech, "Nothing, it''s nothing..."


    "HAHAHAHA! It''s just so funny....the hero you say? I''ve killed well over 20 of them, and you think this one will be the one to do it?"


    "I did not see much. But, I did see his power. Understand, that he is a hero, sent by the very gods you defy. You know that each of the gods can only assign a single hero under them. But, this hero...he may very well be appointed by all of them."


    My smirk slowly turns into a frown accompanied by a glare.


    "What are you trying to say?..."


    "I''m saying, this hero is being guided by all of them. With their wills and their abilities, he is truly an entity raised to destroy you."


    I sigh, my smirk returning.


    "So..that''s it? I thought it was something serious. With the wills and abilities of the gods, he is meant to destroy me?.... I''ve heard it all before. I tell you now, he will try. Because I will mutilate him. I will turn his blood into beverages, his viscera into candy, and his bones into weapons!"Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel.


    With a nod, the seer turns, "I see. Well, I do not doubt your ability sire. But, it is never bad to be on guard, always."


    "Yeah, yeah I get it. You can leave now."


    I sat there thinking, running my mind across it all.


    Was it fear? Not at all. Anxiety? Again, no. It was...excitement.


    If this hero truly was all the seer spoke about him to be, then finally I would have a true opponent to face.


    That was 21 years ago.


    My authority stretched from wherever the sun and shadows touched, and my power was still growing far beyond anything I had years and years ago.


    Boredom is all that lives with me.


    After 50 decades of living you think you''d get used to it, but, the loneliness truly eats you alive.


    ''What does my father look like?....my mother? Where did I grow up?..why did I even start to hate humans?''


    My hatred lasted so long, I forgot the origin of it.


    My days now consisted of sitting on a dark throne, in a cold room, awaiting something that may never come.


    ***


    Tales of a hero scourged the lands.


    "He defeated a dragon!"


    "I heard he the most honest guy ever!"


    "I saw him save a village!"


    "I heard he''s gonna kill the demon king..."


    He was mighty, honest, and just. His strength rivaled every knight, every general, and every king.


    He was a young man, just barely 22 years of age. His team of fearsome and loved heroes brought joy to many towns, villages, and kingdoms.


    Said to be wielding the 5 divine powers and artifacts of the gods, nobody could doubt his strength.


    "Today''s the day huh?.."


    "Yep, 400,000 soldiers of the highest rank from 2 different kingdoms, and of course the hero''s party."


    Standing in front of the long list of men, the hero spoke with might, "He''s ruined the world for long enough! The demon king will fall!"


    Cheers broke out along the rows and rows of soldiers.


    Raising his sparkling great sword, the cheers became screams and the screams became roars.


    "For 500 years, he has plunged the world and its people into his darkness! Our ancestors and now even us have had to live under his eyes and shadows. But, I say...no more!"


    "YEAH! NO MORE!"


    "WE''RE WITH YOU!"


    "Hundreds of millions he has killed, hundreds of thousands of villages and towns he has destroyed, will we continue to let him proceed with his charade? WILL WE?!"


    Cheers and screams filled the air with: "NO WAY!" and "HELL NO!"


    ***


    The sound of souls being taken, bones being crushed, and swords clashing were now evident in the lands.


    This long war of my men and the humans being slaughtered was at its end.


    I hate to admit it, but we had been losing.


    For the past 8 months, we were being pushed back every day and night.


    I never hid, I remained on my same throne in the same place giving orders.


    I even went out and slaughtered a few thousand on my own accord, but it didn''t savor my thirst.


    So, I waited.


    "And now....here you are!"


    With an angry look of will and fire, the hero spoke: "Do not acknowledge me, I don''t want anything from a demon like you!"


    "I have waited a long time. I have known about you since you were a wee baby."


    Gritting his teeth, the hero calmed himself.


    "Cut the talking. AND FIGHT!"


    Clutching the handle of his long, sparkling pearly blade the hero dashed at me.


    A demonic and violet-ish aura formed around my hands before a dark and thicker blade appeared in my hands.


    CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!


    Our blades struck one another, making sparks and bright flashes across the room as we moved.


    With quick steps, any normal man would have thought they were seeing two gods fighting.


    "You have ruined our people, and our soil for long enough! Just die!"


    The hero kicked me back, going for a strong vertical slash.


    I flipped backward, parrying the attack before sending a dark violet flame toward him.


    His eyes widened as the flames approached at breakneck speeds.


    Swiftly, he flipped, rolled, and maneuvered throughout them.


    I smirked, "Idiot."


    I moved my hands in a pulling motion.


    The same flames he dodged seemed to have turned back and lashed him directly in the back.


    Now In agonizing flames, the hero twists and turns.


    I look at him, a curious and angry expression evident on my face.


    "Is that it?...500 years of no real challenge, and this is what I get sent?!"


    A bright light flashed, even blinding me for a short moment.


    The hero now stood the same as before, with no burn scars or visible fatigue.


    "Huh..?"


    <Heaven''s Butcher: Demon Slayer>


    As the hero spoke the elegant words into existence, I watched as his pearly sword burst into a white flame.


    I wasn''t even near the flame and yet it hurt both my eyes and irritated my skin.


    "That flame, what is it?" I asked.


    "Something meant to destroy you."


    I watched as his once sub-par speed enhanced, losing track of him.


    ''This...what the hell is going on?..'' I was visibly distraught.


    CLANG!


    CLANG!


    CLANG!


    I blocked and sent back each strike from the near-invisible blade through his speed.


    He bounced and moved all over the chambers of my throne room, his pearly white armor unable to truly be seen.


    "Fine then.."


    <King''s Authority: Disorderly Massacre>


    A swift rib-shattering blow to the gut sent the once proud hero to the wall.


    The hero clutched his rib area, blood leaking from his mouth and nose, he then spoke: "H...His speed, it increased tenfold."


    "Come, let us fight to our fullest," I said with pride, a terrifying aura surrounding my body.


    I rushed him, putting him in a barrage of strong blows to the body before sending him away with a spinning kick to the jaw.


    "The mighty hero, are you done already? Don''t feel sad. You aren''t the first, and you probably won''t be the last. Wait, did you think you were special? That you were 1 of 1? HAHAHAHAHA! Wake up, you''re just those bastards playing things, another sent to fight and die against me."


    "S-Shutup! You don''t know....it''s not for the gods or something trivial like pride and glory. It''s for the people! The very ones you kill and hate! For 500 years they have suffered, all due to you!" The hero said, in a confrontational manner.


    "How selfless. Like I care, come here."


    I grabbed his hair, raising his head to look into my dark eyes.


    Then, I looked down to see a blade going through my chest through my back.


    "You let your pride get to you. Didn''t I tell you to cut the talking? You fell for my clone. An ability gifted by the gods, the same ones you defy, isn''t that a pity?" His voice leaked a contumelious tone.


    "I-Impossible...I would have sensed it was a clone!"


    "My clones are not the soulless type, they are me in a sense. Just, a copy. So the hate that I feel for you, and the love I feel for my people, that clone does too."


    With my heart pierced, I sat against the chamber walls. Coughing up blood and clutching the bleeding wound, I try to speak, but to no avail.


    It wasn''t a grand wound, I could easily heal it.


    And I had gotten so strong that I could easily live through an artificial mana heart created from my very soul if I wished.


    But that flame, that white flame prevented my healing. Every time I tried to heal, an excruciating pain filled my structure. It felt as if a million blades with that same flame continuously pierced my body.


    Honestly, I felt fear of the pain, so I stopped trying to heal.


    "Your 500-year dark masquerade has come to an end, Demon King Syren."


    I chuckled, laughing so hard that I coughed up blood with my laughter.


    "I admit I lost."


    The hero spoke, "I bid you farewell and a painful death."


    "¡ªFor now."


    The hero''s eyes widened.


    "What do you mean, "For now" Demon King?"


    "See you in the next life.."


    I raised my middle finger before a blinding light shimmered beneath my chest.


    My hands had a dark violet aura around them as I screamed the words: "Cursed Rebirth Renewal!"


    "What are you doing?! Do you truly wish to defy the gods, even in death?!"


    "Keke¡ªthose bastards can go fuck themselves!"


    The dark castle of the demon exploded into ruin in the very next second.


    That day, the world''s greatest evil and the world''s greatest good perished.

 Volume 1, Chapter 1: A Mothers Love And Her Weird Son

    My son is the most beautiful boy in the world.


    I can''t help but wanna snug up against him, fill his soft baby cheeks with kisses, and flood him with all of my love.


    His soft blonde-ish hair, beautiful dark brown eyes, baby button nose, and round puffy cheeks perfectly represent the word "Cute."


    I can''t help but show him off at family gatherings and put him in the cutest of clothes.


    Just last winter I had him running around the house in the most adorable Santa Clause costume.


    I promise I''m not obsessed. Okay, maybe I am.


    But, I just can''t help it!


    I never thought I was mother material, growing up I swore I would probably never have kids.


    But when this beautiful boy came into the world, my days brightened.


    Knowing I had something to live for, to work hard at, and that was this son of mine.


    All I want is one thing for my son: To be the best man he can be.


    And I will do all I can to make sure that happens.


    But, recently...


    He''s been off, every time I help clean himself up, feed him, or change his clothes, he always seems so...shy.


    I''ve never seen a baby act that way, especially toward their mother.


    Maybe my son is special.


    No, no.


    I can''t be too prideful of my son in that way and call him "Special". That''s how spoiled brats happen.


    But, in my eyes...he is truly special.


    Just last night I caught him trying to climb up onto the bathroom counter and find the mirror.


    And when I look at him, he always seems to be looking at something beyond me, weird, I know.


    Even so, he''s still the most handsome, cutest, most adorable thing in the world.


    And no matter how big my boy gets, he''s my baby, forever.


    ***


    ''I am for sure the ugliest, least adorable baby alive!''


    I looked at myself in the small hand-held mirror, my mother singing along with the baby music as she cooked dinner for the both of us.


    I rolled my eyes, or, at least tried to.


    I hate it. I hate all of this.


    I hate it!


    I swear I do.


    Then why do I feel happy when this woman sings me to bed?


    No. It''s just this baby body. And those kind eyes.


    My mother is a beautiful woman.


    She has round light brown eyes, accompanied by light brown hair, and a beautiful smile.


    My father? I don''t know where he is. I''ve never seen him around.


    I''ve come to believe I have reincarnated into the future. Those tall rectangular buildings that reach into the clouds and this home I live in are like nothing that I''ve seen.


    I''m 3 years old, going on 4.


    And yet I have the intelligence and memories of a 500-year-old man.


    And not just any man, the demon king himself!


    How deplorable!


    How dare the gods curse me!?


    They couldn''t defeat me, so they reincarnated me as a baby.


    YOU COWARDLY BASTARDS!


    Also, since I''ve lived here I began to sense Echo energy in this world. Even as faint as it is, I can feel it in my fingertips or...baby tips.The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.


    Echo energy is the source of all matter and energy in this world.


    Through said energy you can achieve superhuman things beyond the norm.


    It is the essence of magic essentially.


    While as the demon king, I ended up even creating my own Echo Energy.


    My hatred and evil were so severe, that the pure Echo energy I had turned into something vile and wicked, only enhancing my chaotic powers.


    I then felt a pair of soft, feminine hands reach in and touch my sides.


    "Ah.." I said.


    I felt myself being lifted into the air before my mother''s soft face connected with my own.


    A weird loving warmth filled me and my soul.


    ''Wh-What is this? Get off of me woman! Stop it...stop! Damn you...fine.''


    I lean into the woman¡ªmy mother, more.


    "How''s my cute little Silva doing?~"


    My name is Silva, short for Silvanus Szell.


    My name is weird, I know.


    And my last name is pronounced "Zell," if that wasn''t obvious.


    "Oh, I''m sorry~? Were you busy obsessing over your cute little face in the mirror? I can''t blame you."


    I try to speak baby-ish, I hate it though.


    "Sorry mama...I was just using it for a little bit.."


    "Aww~ it''s fine honey, you can use it! Just be careful not to drop it, glass is very dangerous, okay?"


    "Okay, mommy!"


    I hate it, I swear.


    Okay...I like it, just a bit.


    It''s been a long time since I''ve felt so....normal.


    Like I can finally let the past, and all of that forgotten hatred go.


    I have a woman who loves me as her own, right before me.


    And I love her too.


    These weird feelings, I hate them, I promise.


    I swear I do.


    But, would it hurt to just give in? To just be the child this woman wants me to be?


    The world is cruel. No matter the era, age, or time, people will be people.


    I don''t want to make unnecessary relationships for my enemies to use as a tool to get me.


    Enemies?


    What enemies?


    What am I saying?


    I get to restart, to try again, yet still, I hold onto those 500 years.


    I can''t help myself.


    On that day, when I died in that explosion alongside the hero, death was not what I expected it to be.


    The reason I never wanted to die in the first place was due to fear.


    Scared of the unknown¡ªI never wanted to reach that place.


    So I did all I could to become immortal, to never age, to never grow sick¡ªfor what? Just to die so meaningless in a harsh defeat by that idiot hero?


    What I saw was darkness, a darkness beyond imagination.


    Then a light, shining and driving out the darkness.


    Then that darkness around me became a stark pearly white.


    I had no body, no¡ªI was a soul.


    I wandered and wandered, going wherever I could.


    Until I came to a stop¡ªdue to something I can''t remember.


    It felt as if a rope latched onto me, and I woke up with memories of my past yet as a baby.


    I believe that the "Soul" I saw was the old me, wandering, while the other me, newly reincarnated, was growing as a baby.


    Where then by chance, my old soul found the new me and etched those memories into me.


    That is my theory, and I believe it so.


    Why? Because I have memories of being a baby, of growing, all up until now.


    Though they''re foggy, I still remember them.


    ''Oh yeah, I told the hero that I would see him in the next life. There''s no way those god bastards would just let me die peacefully and live again. They''ve reincarnated him, I just know they did. Because he was their best candidate yet.''


    All in all, I lost.


    The hero beat me, yet I do not hate him, I couldn''t care less about him.


    "Open wide~" I heard a soft-spoken voice say.


    I clamped my mouth around the baby spoon, slurping up whatever it contained.


    ¡ªAnd for this woman...I can''t just remain so useless.


    ***


    Throughout the last few months, I did what I could to pass the time.


    Whether it was insulting other kids in perfectly spoken words in secret, or making explosion sounds with my mouth, I did all I could with this body.


    I frequently went out with my mother. She carried me around in her arms as we watched the stars, ate ice cream, colored in little handbooks, and much more.


    Human delicacies.


    They''re small but mean a lot.


    Just laughing and giggling with your mom can quickly turn into a lifelong memory, and even though I''ve only been living like this for a few years now, I''ve gained many with her.


    I always wondered what having a mother was like, a father would be nice too.


    But right now, at this moment, this mother of mine is all I need.


    ¡ª


    On my off days, I found myself gathering Echo Energy.


    Though it was faint, with the memories of my old body, very man who mastered said energy, it was quite easy in reality.


    First, breathe in the oxygen in the air. Feel the energy in your body. The cells in your body. And the structure that makes you.


    Pull with your breath, and gather in your soul.


    Why in the soul?


    Soul essence is the very being of people.


    It resides in your core and grows with you.


    No matter the age, it can contain Echo Energy.


    But there is a limit and a bottleneck will be reached.


    Back then, the stages were labeled and leveled.


    Stage I: Echo Sensing


    Stage II: Echo Gathering


    Stage III: Echo Boost


    Stage IV: Echo Soul


    Stage V: Dormant Echo Soul


    Stage VI: Awakened Echo Soul


    Stage VII: Transcended Echo Soul


    Stage VIII: Echo Origins


    Stage IX: Immortal Essence


    Stage X: Supreme Echo Essence


    Ages 1-5: Capable of reaching Soul Stage I before the bottleneck.


    Ages 5-10: Capable of reaching Soul Stage III before the bottleneck.


    Ages 10-15: Capable of reaching Soul Stage V before the bottleneck.


    Ages 15-20: Capable of reaching Soul Stage VI before the bottleneck.


    Here is where most stop and are never able to go beyond.


    The final stages require Echo energy worth many years, not to mention experience and enlightenment.


    At age 56 I reached Stage VII.


    At Age 122 I reached Stage VIII.


    And at age 233 I reached stage IX. I obtained immortal age and regained a youthful appearance due to rejuvenation.


    And at age 437 I reached stage X. My power was at its peak, I was the strongest man in the lands and a scourge to all things that lived.


    Yet there was a place I wanted to reach, a power I wanted to obtain.


    And after 55 years, I reached a place no other had.


    I called it Stage Final: Heaven''s Door.


    Never before or after did anybody reach such a level but me.


    And at age 512 I died.


    Now in the year 2122, I live on.


    I watched my mother work hard to clean around the house, as I played on a small carpet with my toys.


    I found myself imagining a fight between me and the hero.


    ..And just when I said I didn''t care about that idiot.


    I guess he isn''t an idiot, he managed to outsmart me.


    I looked up to see my mother smiling at me. It was a warm, loving smile. One full of kindness and pure motherly love.


    I couldn''t help but smile back at that pretty woman, I call my mother.

 Chapter 2: Being A Kid Is Hard

    I''m tired of acting like being a kid isn''t hard.


    As the demon king, even I can admit it.


    First, you don''t get to choose what time you sleep.


    Second, you always have to eat what someone else wants you to.


    And last, you''re surrounded by other snot-nosed brats!


    I recently was enrolled into a school, it''s not a school, but just a place parents go to drop off their kids while they''re off running errands or something.


    And my mother chose to do the same...


    "Dammit mother...how could you?!"


    The whines, screams, and sounds of toys being thrown across the room cram my ears.


    With each screeching yell from a random kid''s voice, I feel myself getting more and more irked.


    ''Perhaps this is why I hated humans?...''


    I had already been here for 2 damn hours.


    My mom promised some make-up ice cream after it was all over.


    But now, I''m starting to feel like the ice cream is just a setup to get me to listen.


    ''Wait?... What the hell am I doing?! I''m turning into a real child! Being bribed with candies and sweets, you idiot!'' I scold myself in my head for my actions.


    A woman seemingly in her mid-thirties spoke up over the room of screeching kids:


    "Okay, kids~! It looks like everybody''s parents are starting to show up! Be sure to grab all of your things, toys especially, because I know we can get rowdy over that!"


    The screeches and whines turned into loud cheering.


    "My mommy is here?!"


    "YAY! YAY! YAY!"


    "...Give me a break..." I said in a whisper.


    Now being walked out of the building, my mother revealed to me the two cones of the sweet ice cream.


    "See~? I would never lie about something like this Silva."


    I tried to hide my smile, the joy creeping up inside of me.


    Swallowing that cheerful smile, I grabbed my cone.


    And in a low, shy voice I say: "T-Thanks..mom."


    She giggles, pinching my cheek gently.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.


    "Anything for my baby boy!"


    The ride home was normal, I couldn''t wait to lie down, even though I usually hated having to go to bed early.


    TV is my new favorite thing.


    It has all of these dramatic shows, guys flying around in capes with powers, and other things.


    I never had a TV back then. I don''t even think they existed.


    "Now that I think about it, this truly is a whole new world. I experienced all of these things for the first time...it''s so weird."


    I heard a sweet voice behind me, "Look at you, watching those violent shows again! I told you, that stuff is back for you Silva!"


    She said as she grabbed the remote and switched it to something kid-friendly.


    I rolled my eyes, groaning.


    ''Should I cry?.... Yeah, I should.''


    "Hik...Hik...B..But....Wahhhhh!"


    My acting was spectacular.


    Seeing my quivering look, beady teary eyes, and whining she sighs.


    "Aww my baby....okay..fine, fine! Only for a bit, but if something too graphic happens, I''m gonna have to change it again, okay?"


    With a small nod, I say, "Okay..."


    ''Easy as cake.''


    Eating was relatively the same way.


    Whenever she brought out weird-looking stuff, I pushed it to the side and forced myself to cry for something better.


    But every time I saw her looking overwhelmed by it all, I couldn''t help but feel guilty.


    I would then forget my dislikes and eat it all, just for her sake.


    And when she smiled and said how proud she was of me, I felt I truly won at something.


    "That''s my boy." She said, as she gently stroked my hair before laying a kiss on my forehead.


    ''Psh...giving me kisses and all, keep them....yeah, I don''t want them...not at all.''


    I thought as I whined for another.


    ***


    "I heard you don''t have a dad."


    I felt my eye twitch.


    It was a warm day with clear blue skies.


    My mother thought we needed a day out so I found myself at the park.


    I didn''t want to play with other kids and didn''t find playing alone by myself bad.


    But when some snot-nosed brat said that to me, I wanted to mutilate him.


    ''No...he''s just a kid....just a kid.'' I reminded myself.


    "How do you know that?" I asked him.


    "Well, my mommy works with your mommy and she knows your mom doesn''t have a husband. Meaning, you have no dad!" He smirked.


    ''This little rodent, keep smirking...I''ll rip out your jugular. No. No...he''s just a kid.''


    "Haha! No dad! No dad! No Dad!" He sang in a rhythm as he ran around in circles pointing.


    My eye twitching was uncontrollable.


    I stood up, turning to see my mother talking to someone.


    "Let me show you something," I told the boy.


    He looked curious, "What is it?.."


    Now away from my eyes for a short moment, I grab the boy''s face.


    As I forced him to stare into my brown eyes, a sense of dread filled his body, and his face turned pale.


    My then-brown eyes had a terrifying red glare in them.


    What he was seeing was truly nightmare fuel, from demons to monsters, I showed him such beasts in their truest form through visions.


    In just a second he had seen it over and over.


    The stunned boy started tearing up before crying and running away as tears slowly streaked down his face.


    "Did I go overboard?"


    I heard my mother call me.


    "Silva! Where are you?"


    "Right here Mom," I said as I walked over.


    "Excuse me!"


    The obnoxious voice of a woman called out to me and my mother both.


    "Your little brat made my son cry!"


    My mother was stunned at what she called me.


    "Ma''am please don''t ever call my son a brat. Address him by his name," She said in a self-justifying way.


    "I couldn''t care less about the brat''s name! Tell him to leave my boy alone!"


    My mother turns to me, sighing, "Silva...did you hurt her son?"


    ''Bingo..''


    I start tearing up, fidgeting with my finger, "I-I didn''t mean to Mommy...We were..p-playing then-"


    "See? My son didn''t mean any harm."


    "Tch. Just tell that brat to stay away from my boy!" She exclaimed.


    I could feel the heavy tension in the air. Supposedly they worked at the same place, my mother and that lady. I could tell they weren''t just mad at the feud between us and the other boy but with themselves as well.


    She walked her son away, patting his back.


    A guilty smirk slowly appeared on my face.


    ''I''m the damned demon king, if you think I''ll let some idiot kid disrespect me...you''re mistaken.'' I thought.


    ''That''ll teach him to not make fun of others.''


    All in all, I think today was a good day, yes?


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