7 Months Old
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Duane Von Mannenheim is my new name and considering my own personality I'm the kind of person that loves to plan ahead. Unfortunately for me in this kind of situation I can't just plan yet.
Why you ask? Why those dearest parents of mine keep me locked in my spacious bedroom and I have no access to information on the outside world I mean, at least they left with with a literal tonne of toys. They shouldn't be slavers at least...
Any way, my bedroom has my cot, two strategically placed book cases by the far wall taking up the whole of the wall and filled to the brim with books. A window too high for me to currently see out, a comfy fur rug made out of a large creature's pelt, a literal tonne of toys (Building blocks, stuffed toys/plush toys and wooden toy creatures.) a wardrobe, dresser and an overall homely look to the place.
My mother only comes in to dote on me and breastfeed me, everything else like looking after me and changing my diapers -Yes Diapers in a medieval society, amazing right?- is done by a young looking maid, sickly complexion and overall petite body, ice blue borderline grey eyes, human ears and blonde hair, If I had to guess she'd be around 13-18 years old. She also happens to have a sad expression constantly on her face whenever father and mother aren't around. From careful listening I found out her name was Henrietta.
The very next morning as soon as the sun shines through the the window as per usual she opened my room's door and came in with her usual sad face muttering "Good morning young master." thinking that I couldn't understand her. Little did she know...
As soon as she changed my diaper, I spread my arms open which is the baby gesture meaning 'Pick me up' and I said her name, well tried to but it came out something like "Enwietta!" which fortunately could still be understood. As soon as I uttered her name the effect was much bigger than I expected, her normal sad frown changed instantly to a beaming smile.
She picked me up saying "Who's a smart baby? you are!" after she started to walking to the door with me in arm which is a break in the normal routine since I've never left this room. I wonder where we're going? I'll have to wait and see.
As soon as we exit my room I immediately see the blood stained walls, what the fuck? I look back at Henrietta's face and I notice that her eyes are glazed over as if she's not completely coherent. I don't know what's happening but I'm sure I'm not going to like it.
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"Mama!" I call out, only to be shushed by Henrietta "Shush now child, you'll be with them soon!" she say's in a somewhat exited tone, her face gaining an expression halfway between crazed and excited. Somethings going on, and I sure as hell am not going to like it.
As we continue down the blood-stained corridor the wooden floor creaking at every step, I finally see the most likely thing that all this blood came from. A pile of corpses, after a moment or two of counting the corpse-count is at 34, each body different than the last, some tall and some small, some masculine and some feminine. The only thing the corpses had in common was that they're all pale husks as if they were drained of every last drop of blood which they probably were considering the state of the corridor wall's.
Fortunately despite their condition the faces were still recognisable and luckily for me my parents were not among the dead. Soon my focus on the pile of corpses evaporated and condensed on the open double doors that we entered shortly after.
What was inside was truly worrying, mother and father kneeling on the floor towards what i recognised as a succubus, pale white skin, two black horns on her head curling back, a face that could only be described in one word, 'Beauty.' (A.N Succubus's love changing their appearances to tempt differant men so I'll let you imagine her face of 'Beauty.')
Besides from my parents who are either demon worshippers or are under a charm spell. In the room was a pentagram drawn in blood with a lit black candle at each point. "Ah so our sacrifice has arrived!" The succubus said excitedly as I and Henrietta approached "Yes mistress!" said Henrietta in a tone much like the demon's own.
"Quick slave place him in the center, don't scuff the pentagram, I don't want to have to draw it again." She directed and Henrietta did as ordered placing me in the center.
As soon as I was placed down Henrietta stepped back and walked to the side of the room, Well sufficed to say I think I may be fucked. Only moments later the succubus pulled out a midnight black jagged dagger and started chanting "Zrui Na'adra'uf Dalai Idan!" she started to chant, the chant imbueing her dagger with infernal energy.
From the knowledge given to me by that dark entity I recognise the ritual due to the chant as being a ritual to summon a powerful greater demon or a demon lord. And as I remember what has to be done next I feel sadness.
The succubus walks to my parents snared in her charm, they present their throats with maniacal smiles and the succusbus slices their throats open. Blood spewing out then starting to float and gather in a large orb at the tip of the sacrificial dagger.
"Daiganus Ilyeta Jya'Barom Opanium Graigus!" She chants once again then lets go of the dagger, which starts to float over to my body. Once it reaches the pentagram it goes into position 2ft right above my chest.
"REDYUSA!" That fucking succubus screams and the dagger plunges down and pierces my chest. My life ends once again and I return to the darkness. I was not pleased once bit.