The hallways were pitch black and shiny, the carpet under my feed soft. Red lights floated above our heads, forming shapes that were considered appropriate for a young demon Prince.

Dragon, Serpent, Sword, castle, tower, a burning virgin.

It was interesting to watch, especially since I hadn't seen any form of entertainment yet since I had been born into this world. Either way, aside from those lights and several boxes that were probably full of toys there was nothing in this room.

The chain that was fastened on enchanted wristbands clinked. It was a rather nice sound, almost like a little bell. But that was obvious, a demon Prince wouldn't want to her the harsh sounds of the rough, thick steel chains I was used to.

Secretly I wished the Prince would hurry up and get out of bed, even though this might be one of the longest breaks I've had so far in this short life i've lived in this world. Just standing here, waiting, watching the lights on the ceiling form pictures.

If it wasn't for the valet standing next to me rigidly, with my chain in his hands, I might have fallen backwards to lie down in the heavenly soft carpet. My little feet, scrubbed clean, sank into it and when I walked in it had felt a bit like clouds. The heating coming from under my soles was just right, comfortable enough for a prince to sit on the carpet and play.

Now if said prince would deign to get out of bed...

Around two hours after my arrival I felt the urge to move, even if it was just a few steps. For a three year old standing still and straight for so long was physically and mentally exhausting. Considering the fact that demons lived for far longer than humans or, depending on their magic, might even be immortal, the growth rate was inferior to a human.

Frankly I had only been able to walk for about a year and a human would have guessed my age to be around 14 months. Demons learned how to walk between 2 and 4 years of age, as far as I had noticed. A bit over a year. So my legs were tiny and weak and they were starting to hurt!

When I started squirming there was a firm slap on my head from the valet.

Sigh.

Don't misunderstand, it didn't hurt and the valet was a good person, as far as I had heard, but he was pretty strict. Even if he had been evil and mean he wouldn't have damadged my head because my head was the reason why I was in this place.

So I tried to stay still for a while longer.

I really wished I was an university student again. No, I was not hit by a truck and I didn't die saving anyone. I died when my boyfriend tried to brag with his new airgun and shot me from point blank range.

At least this time I was part of a race that couldn't die such an idiotic death.

Impatiently I stared at the large door again. The obsidian frame had to be the work of an amazingly talented artist, but after a few hours both the lights and the intricate pictures of that doorframe had become boring.

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Out of sheer boredom I started playing around with my looks, which eaned me another firm pat to the head. So I shifted back to the appearance that had been requested by the prince for me. Granted, the fact that I was a full shifter demon was part of the reason why I had been chosen, but I still felt like some kind of toy, not a future part of the Prince's entourage.

At least I wouldn't be a servant. Thank all the heavens and hells in all the worlds for my previous smart self as well as this excellent head I'd been given in this new life. Learning had become so easy with exceptional memory and a mind that was even far quicker than I had been before.

Still, my leg muscles were burning! And my back ached. And since I'd been waiting for three hours in this room...I hadn't had any food in six hours. That is a long time for a Toddler.

After an eternity, finally, the door opened and out came a large, bulky minotaur woman carrying a still sleepy littly boy in her arms. The child was nibbling on a sugarcane and rubbing his eyes while still dressed in his morning robe.

The valet pulled me to the edge of the room as a table suddenly appeared out of nowhere. A very low table full of brakfast food for the eight year old Prince who looked, to me, more like two and a half. He acted like it, too.

The shiny dark red hair was in disorder and the eyes hald closed, but the beauty of this little boy absolutely matched the countless rumors among the servants about the prince's looks.

The child started eating messily, getting jelly and honey everywhere, especially his hands and cheeks. The spoon in his hands seemed like a truly clumsy object.

Frankly though I was more interested in the food just in front of me, food that I couldn't have even though it felt like I had a hole in my tummy. Toddlers, you see, had little natural restraint when they were hungry. And even an adult like me, in such a young body, could just barely stay still.

The Prince apparently hadn't noticed us at all yet.

After the prince had ended his meal and looked very satisfied his eyes found the valet. The Prince looked at his sticky little hands and grimaced. Apparently he knew that a bath was coming up.

Then his eyes wandered to me. His eyebrows shot up in surprise and then he grinned.

"This is great! Joseph, it really can look like anyone!"

Silently I groaned, though I managed to keep my expression neutral. I just prayed that I hadn't been forced to practice and take the appearance of a certain succubus baby princess just for kicks and giggles.