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The first thing it realized when it woke up was that there was someone next to it and it was crying. It swivelled to meet it, blinking in confusion as it saw the small creature curled up by its base, sobbing violently. Next to it was another similar, but larger creature, lying in a pool of its own blood and vomit. Wasting no time, it reached forward and absorbed the dead creature, letting it melt into the rough hewn stone and turn into concentrated mana.
It was then hit with the memories, decades worth of memories and life hitting it all at once.
It swivelled woozily from the sensation and was still reeling from the sheer amount of memories when the smaller creature, human it corrected itself, stood up and started to wail louder, speaking in what it now new to be the tongue of man.
“GIVE HER BACK, GIVER HER BACK DAMN YOU!!!”
It remembered its own mother, for that is what the person was to the small human, and how it had lovingly created and embraced it before they had sent it off to the mortal realm. This gave it pause. It’s mother never gave it a directive, simply told it to be and experience life in its own way, to create and grow. Hesitating, it reached out to the still screaming human child and caressed it’s mind (her mind it corrected itself again, the human child was a girl, since gender was a concept most organic life possessed), hoping to recreate the same soothing loving embrace its own mother did for it.
“No more… tears… human girl.”
It’s voice must’ve been painful to the human girl (Cara, the memories supplied, her name is Cara) since she flinched but her crying and screams were cut off as she stared at it in horror, fully realizing what it was.
“W-What are you?”
Or maybe not.
“No name but also one name: First… Prima…”
“P-Please… please Prima give me back my mama I-I-I h-have t-to, t-to…” her voice trailed off as she broke into heartbreaking sobs.
If it had a nose it would’ve scrunched it up.
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“Can’t. Mother now… with me. No more tears… Cara.”
Cara stifled her sobs as she looked back up at it. “H-How d-do you know my name? Are… are you a demon?”
It swivelled in a show of saying no. “I am… Prima… Mother’s memories now with me. Laura now… in me.”
Cara’s eyes went wide. “You stole my mama’s soul,” she said in shaking fear as she started to backpedal.
It swivelled in no once more. “No… soul gone, memories stay. Laura name you Cara. Memory in me.”
She stopped and collapsed onto the ground, hugging her knees.
“Then… she’s gone… really gone…” Her voice was tiny, barely above a whisper but it heard her clearly.
“Please… kill me so I can be with my mama,” she said, voice still quiet as she stared at it.
It shuddered. “NO!”
The memories of Laura showed that the woman had done everything in her power to keep the child safe, using witchcraft to make sure she had lived in her infancy, had taught her magic, kept her safe and hidden from the local townspeople, cared for her for her entire life.
It thought of its own mother, how it molded it from their own mana, lovingly shaped it, embraced it, gave it life. It thought of the heartbreak they would have felt if it had died so soon, the tears they would shed over such a short life. It swivelled to say no once more.
“Must live… for Laura. She would… want you to live. Live and be… happy.”
“HOW CAN I BE HAPPY IF THE ONLY PERSON WHO EVER LOVED ME AND WHO I EVER LOVED IS GONE!” she spat back, tears still making her dirty face wet and her crystal green eyes shining.
“Not gone. Laura memories with me. Laura is now in me. Long as I live, so does Laura.”
Cara stared at it in surprise.
“So… as long as you're alive in a way… my mama is too?”
“Yes. Laura want you to live… I can help… But it means you live here.”
“I have nowhere else to go,” Cara said resentfully. “No kin, no village, no home.”
It swivelled its body no. “You have home. Your home with Laura. Laura is in me. Home here now.”
She looked up at it suspiciously but then all the fight left her tiny body as she wiped her eyes.
“Ok… Ok I’ll stay here. But… what can you do mean that you can help?”
If it had a mouth it would’ve smiled. “Make contract. Get you revenge. Kill people who killed Laura.”
For a moment there was a sliver of hope in the child’s eyes as she stared up. “I accept.”
[WARNING: YOU ARE SELECTING A HUMAN BEING TO ACT AS YOUR DUNGEON MASTER. YOU CANNOT EXCHANGE YOUR DUNGEON MASTER UNTIL THE OLD ONE DIES. WOULD YOU LIKE TO PROCEED?]
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Prima did not hesitate to press yes. And it seemed neither did Cara.