I was probably outside for a good ten minutes, so all the soldiers and the King already left, however what I saw on my bed was two very mad princesses and a beastman girl on the verge of tears. Oh boy, I can tell this will be a lovely chat.

    Chloe spoke first, “What crawled in your head to give you the idea to jump out of a third story window? You could have died!”

    Ashley was in total agreement, “What if you couldn’t fly? You would’ve become a big purple stain on the ground.”

     I let out a sigh from this tense atmosphere. “I wanted to test them out. I’ve always wanted to fly. Besides I was in full control.”

It was then, Aria leaped off the bed and tackled me into a hug, sobbing. “I don’t want you to die!” Awe.

     I began to stroke her head as I reassure her, “I’m not going to die.” It looked like the princesses weren’t satisfied with lecturing me, however since Aria was acting the way the she was, they stopped. The princesses gave out an hmph before exiting the room. As I continued to stroke her hair, I notice something different. I kneel to have a look.

     Where there was a giant, shackle-like collar was now replaced with a thin dog collar. Upon noticing me studying the new collar, she chimed in, “You parents filled out some paperwork and my slave ownership transferred to you. I’m your slave, Alex!”

     “What?! I thought you were going to be freed.” I turn around; ready to march to my parents, “I’ll fix it.”

      “Nooo! You can’t! I wanted to be your slave.” She was tugging on the back of my shirt trying to stop me. I stopped in my tracks.

      “Why would you do that?”

      “T-that’s because I w-wanted to be with you…” She said bashfully, her dyed red.

      “You didn’t have to do that; we could still hang out after you were freed.”

      Aria gave me a sad look, “If I became free, I would get pushed away and forgotten about.” She looked up at me with pleading eyes. Muuu, why do you do this to me? My heart is kinda like putty in your hands!

     “Fine,” I gave, she looked overjoyed, “You can be my official slave, however unofficially you are free. Got it? You can make your own decisions.” She nodded her head vigorously. Good.

      She then skipped out of my room, while I was putting my thoughts together. I mean, someone wanted to be my slave. That was strange. Whatever, it is not like I can wrap my head around it. I guess I take a stroll through the city.

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     Noble’s District. Since we are in the Void Lands, there was no one above Lord except my family. So basically it was just a bunch of rich people that could afford to live here. Most True Demons were above Lords when it came to power, I think there are only two that are Lords in the far west of the Demon Realms. Why are there no barons and counts? My dad. See father gained some trust issues when he partook in the Great War. Yes, he is that old.

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     I believe the story he told me was that it was with his battalion, they were sent to aid the Southern Dukedom of Oclen. They arrived when an elf had already fended off the humans from completely destroying the city. When they arrived they were given orders to chase the humans into their own lands to avenge the fallen.

    Well, when they crossed borders and entered a kingdom of the humans just south of Imperial Domain’s capital; treachery had taken over the battalion. They were spies, human sympathizers that turned against their own brothers. Half the battalion turned against the other half. Almost completely wiping out the battalion. The Battalion by the way had quite a few Void Demons.

     Earlier, before they were shipped off to fight each member in a garrison had to tell their weaknesses to their battle mates. That was the work of a general that was a traitor, his treachery was later known. Given their weaknesses, the battle field became a blood bath.

    My mom was not yet old enough to fight, so she was not a participant in the war. The only thing that saved my dad’s life was Magnus. At the time Magnus was second in line for the thrown. His brother was killed in action later in the war. A bond formed between the two as they rose up and suppressed the mutiny. This happened in more than fifty battalions. The Demon Realm may have otherwise won the war if not for wide scale mutiny. They very well could have lost the war if not for the quick wit of Demon King William ‘the wise’.

     When the war was concluded, each side did a body count. We had lost over 1.5 million lives. Not much compared to Earth, but on Zugrielia, it was devastating. It was shocking to see the only survivor of the Void Demon race that participated in the war was my father and his brother Ares. On the Civilian side was only my mother. There were no other Void Demon children, because demons are long lived and don’t need as many offspring. Not only that, but Void Demons had a drop in fertility a few hundred years before the Great War. My mother was the youngest of all the Void Demons. Given another year, she would’ve also participated in the war.

      The two had never felt so alone. Everyone they knew, dead or traitorous. Since the ones that traitorous were executed, they were also dead. Childhood friends, family, all but some acquaintances were all dead. My parents went through years of depression with only each other for comfort. Even Magnus had to leave whenhis father died; he had a country to run now.

      If wasn’t for my Uncle, they might of died that way. He did everything in his power to cheer them up.  He did all he could do to keep them alive, him and the staff. He could maintain a decent atmosphere but nothing above it. He was getting desperate, and then news that my mother was pregnant came about. It seemed to slap them into reality. They had decided they weren’t going to have their child go through this kind of life style. As months went on, they adopted a cheery attitude.

      Even if their attitudes were changed, his trust in other people did not. Even with all offices below my father were open, he decided to do them himself. It always him busy. Not only was it incredibly inefficient, it was also very taxing on his mental health. He was still doing well; it was only a matter of time till he would lose to the stress. Now that his wife and brother, his mental support, were terminally ill, I fear for the worst.

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Hmm, Mr. MC. You have a pretty messed up family history.

Why are you even writing this now? Is it not a little late for this?

Hmmm... it explain to the readers why the distribution of power is screwed up in your country.

Oh, ok. I thought you wer going to-

Maybe it's FORESHADOWING!!!

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Get back here! Oi! OI!