Authors Note:

Changing from third person point of view to first.

Warning Mature Content Possible.

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It had been a while since I awoke in this womans woumb. At first my undeveloped hearing couldn't grasp more than humming but as the days and weeks passed I started to understand what they were saying. My mothers name was Varkla O'aldas she was a Demon[Leech] similar to the Vampire only not un-dead and my, I presume father was King D'saer Imparle a High Elf, they had used Dark Magic to make me since Demon[Leech]'s were sterile. I was happy to know that they spoke the same languages as they did on Earth, it would have been a pain, if they spoke a different language, I didn't feel like going through the effort of learning yet another one.

I already spoke enough of them, been from a varied family back on Earth I was practically force to learn Spanish, English, Japanese and Russian. My great-grandmother on my fathers side would practically have a heart attack if I spoke to her in any other language other then Russian, and don't get me started with my grandma Rosa on my mother's side.

As a child I was terrified of sandals because of her, every time she heard me speak anything else other than Spanish in her house I would get a chanclaso (A.N - It's slang or short world in Spanish for 'getting hit with a sandal')

As I moved around trying not to die of boredom my mothers heart suddenly started beating faster.

"M-master, master my water broke!" <>

Did I mention my mother called my father master.

I already like this man, I should probably get him to teach me.

"What! Hey, you, moron call the midwife's or I'll kill you and you, yes you, get me my armor. Don't question me, just get it!" << D'saer >>

My mother giggled, "your father has always been over dramatic. I wonder who you will look like? You might not even look like any of us. Been have demon and all." <>

My mother patted her stomach as she spoke.

Apparently in this world if one of your parents is a Demon you can end up looking like any one of the hundreds of Demon sub-species, no one really knows which one you will be until your born but the chances of been the same as your parents sub-species is pretty high but according to what I chose I won't be the same as my mothers. I hope she's not disappointed, I've grown to like her. She has been more a mother to me than the one I had back on Earth.

Every night she would sing lullabies to me before going to sleep.

A few hours later my mother was screaming and shouting to my father to go to hell and next time he brought his dick any where near her vagina she would burn it off.

I, like a good son was laughing my ass off. Let me tell you been squeezed out of my mother vagina is something I do not wish to repeat. It hands down the weirdest shit ever.

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The midwifes were a little worried that I was still born since I didn't cry at the beginning so I humor them after my father almost cut one of their heads off and my mother nearly cried a river when they told her their suspicions.

I looked at my mother, and damn she was beautiful not like super model but like Holy shit what's a Goddess doing here beautiful.Even covered in sweat she would make models cry all over Earth. She had long blood red hair that reached her elbows. Her eyes were deep pools of black with no white. Like the Demon eyes in Sk*rim. Her smile displayed her sharp teeth, every single one of looked like a dagger. It was a terrifyingly mesmerizing smile.

My father was tall and thin, I suspect his High Elf blood had a lot to do with his looks as I knew he wasn't week. He was a king and not to mention the armor he was wearing must of weight a few tons along with his two-handed sword.

My mother held me against her chest smiling down at me with a happy smile.

"Master, what should we name him?" <>

"We agreed that if it was a boy you would name him. I'm sure anything you pick would be fine." <>

"Hmm, then what about Vald'iam, Vlad'iam Imparle, sound nice doesn't it." <>

My father mumbled the name as if getting a taste for it.

"The Demon tongue, it sounds perfect.Seen that he resembled a Demon more than and Elf but what kind is he. I don;t believe I've seen someone like him before" <>

"Neither have I, that's why I named him Vlad'iam unknown Demon." <>

My mother raised my arm as I wrapped my hand on her index finger. Then she frozed with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?" <>

"H-he bears the mark of the Overlord. It, it is impossible it was but a legend. This, I, I can't believe it. My mother was right." <>

I looked at my hand. On top of it was a a tattoo like mark. It was a world, which I presume is the one I'm on with two horns and a snake, similar to the cobra only it had four eyes and four horns, coiling around it.

"Ha, I knew he would be ruler just like his father." <>

My father looked proud as fuck, only if he knew who I really was.

"My son will be the Overlord. We must tell the Demon Council." <>

My father face turned sour.

"You know I don't like dealing with them and their Matriarch rule. They think that man are not fit to rule, the next bitch I hear say that will have her head hanging above my chair in my study." <>

"Master, my mother is on the Demon Council." <>

"My point exactly, just imagine how beautiful your mothers head would look in my study." <>

I didn't even see it coming, my father crashed against the wall behind him.

A voice I didn't recognize filled my ears.

"Where is this grandson of mine. I could feel him from a mile away." <>