“Praises be to the Worldly gods! On this day of turmoil A new Prince has been born to the Feral kingdom!”

“I hear voices…” Mytos said. He was surrounded by darkness in all directions, bound by some type of damp tissue that wrapped around his entire body.

“I cant see, but what is that in my stomach?” Mythos felt a long cord dangling from his bellybutton, but before he could even touch it a bright light blinding him emerged out of nowhere.

Mythos came to, looking at the ceiling of a strange crystal cave. The blue shimmering light from the crystals brilliance nearly blinded him, as if he was seeing light for the first time.

“So bright!” Mythos thought. “Wait why can’t I speak? And why do I feel so powerless?”

Mythos felt the warmth of something immense lifting up his entire body. Something large was cradling him up to the giant crystals he was looking at. He wanted to turn his head, but it was as if his entire body was locked in place.

“Sha la la Uuu fa la” He heard being chanted behind him.

“Give him to me!” Mythos heard a woman cry from behind him. “Give me my son!”

The next thing Mythos could see was a gigantic set of hooters, loosely wrapped by some kind of leopard print fabric. The woman who had called for him pressed him into them warming his face with their elegance.

“Maybe this is the afterlife? Honestly I could get used to this!” He thought, stretching out his hand to touch the woman's bosom.

“What? WHat is this! Why are my hands so tiny! I can’t grab those huge jugs with these!” Mythos thought.

“Wait, and why is my hand so cute looking? And is that fur growing alongside my arm? What the hell is going on!” Mythos thought.

As the woman raised him to show him off to the people behind them, Mythos finally saw the entirety of the room.

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“Isn’t he adorable!” The woman said.

“What… WHAT THE HELL KIND OF NIGHTMARE IS THIS!” Mythos said.

All around him as far as he could see, were ferals. They didn't have the purple skin that he usually saw them with, but all around him were half man half beast people all admiring him with their arms stretched towards him. The woman holding him had a huge horn coming out of her forehead, and was looking up at Mythos so playfully, so lovingly. The action was so perverse, Mythos nearly threw up onto her face.

“I’m surrounded by enemies!” Mythos thought. “And not only that! I seem to have become weakened and captured somehow! Well not today! Begone Ferals!”

“Fear my Lightning!” He cried, extracting a girth of mana from his hands.

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All that came out from his fingertips was a little spark that burnt the tip of the woman's hair.

“My baby! How could you do this to me!” The woman said.

“My baby?” Mythos thought.

“Before you do that, take this gem” The man said, throwing Mythos a gem. “See what it is you are destroying.”

“I see…” Mythos thought .” It seems like you really did mean those words Maȟpíya … Have you placed a curse upon me to live amongst the people I hunted the people I hated, the people that I didnt have the heart to genocide?”

“Is this really possible?” He thought as his mother shook his head at him.

“The bad eyesight, the powerlessness, the feeling that everything is bigger than my body! “Have I really been reborn as an infant? No is it that I'm reincarnated... as a feral?"

“This is bad! I shouldn’t have attacked I should have masked my presence long enough until I could find my way our of here!” Mythos thought.

“Wait a minute…” Mythos thought. “Im still an infant! Surely they won’t think Im a human reincarnated HAha if anything they probably think I’m a genius!” Mythos thought triumphantly

“Take this!” He said, urinating all over the Ferals.

“I the genius child Mythos have come to rule over you! Marvel at my ability to do magic! Praise me!” He said.

“Uhhh… why aren’t they praising me?” He said looking back at the crowd of people.

The crowd was silent, not a single move was made by anyone including Mythos’s mother who was still holding him in the air.

“Uhhhh hello?” He tried to say. “Gooo GOOO Gaa gaaa” Came out instead

“A baby who doesnt cry? Does magic? And an inclination to pee on us?” An old man that looked like a doctor said. “Feral’s I’m afraid the Young Prince has been possessed by a demon!”

“DEEMMOONNN!!! CHILLLDD!!!” The group of Ferals yelled as unrest broke out across the cave.

The doctor ripped Mythos from his mothers arms and began throwing him into a freezing bath of holy water.

“A Demon! No not my baby!” His mother Cried.

“I’m afraid there is no other possibility! We must begin the purification process!”

“What are you going to do to my baby?” The mother cried

“We will first try an exorcism by bathing the boy in holy water! If that doesn’t work We will neuter him! This should remove all testosterone and tranquilize him for life! But its a cost we must be willing to pay!”

“WHHHHAATTT! EXACTLY WHO IS GOING TO BE THE ONE PAYING!!” Mythos cried. “CURSE YOU Maȟpíya! Curse you for all eternity!”