Book 2: Chapter 116
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Heidi
My eyes were closed as I slept, but it felt like I was on a boat, or floating in water. I didn’t like the sensation while asleep… but what was worse was the Horned One’s gentle touch on the top of my head… he saw his creations as his children…. And I could damn near swear I was being tucked in. I knew that wasn’t the case, but he tends to make the body have mixed signals… he was after all the King of Hell no matter How Nice he came off…. And his dark energy as even one of his was overwhelming…
He chuckled.
“Little one return to your home, and live your life. Not for me… for Yourself. Do not let this transgression make you hardened steel… do not let my decision break you. As I said… it was necessary.”
I could hear breathing from at least two sources… one was my mate. It had to be, sounding so much louder than my own… but the other was short and fast. Smaller and faster than Rahrraam’s… but the scent of rodent and demon mixed in the air like perfume.
… I felt… whole. But I wasn’t stupid… This time… This Time Will Be Different.
“Remember what I told you…”
I opened my eyes. Everything in our packhouse room was slightly dusty, as if he hadn’t kept up anything in days…. I didn’t know how long I was out, but I laid flat on my back while John held onto me… and a little tiny rat was on my stomach. He was so small I think it was a baby… what do you feed a Baby demon?
On my nightstand was a book I hadn’t seen before…it was black leather, and it Radiated black energy, sitting there passively, answering my question…. This was meant for me, but first I would get the name of my new familiar… one I hadn’t bonded with yet.
One that wouldn’t be able to Do such a thing, yet there was already a small cord I could see that connected it to both me And John, yet mine was a brighter red… it meant that it probably wouldn’t Hate John, but rather, tolerate him…
I gently scooped him up in my hands, and the name came to me instantly. Zahrraam’Zeh, son of Zeh’Kahrraam and Nanemous…. This one had a Title… Zeh… the rank under his father. Before the name it means ‘first’… behind it meant ‘first’s last’…. Meaning he was the Last-Born son of my creator’s Head General… still an honor I don’t think I should have… it didn’t matter that I was a member of Purple Diamond… or that my soul was born from Theofania, Gulteer’s line…
But I was in no place to reject such a demon… He’d already made the bond For me without my say. I understand Why though… Lady Tiffany is dead, and thus can have no more children…and through me an extension of their line Will happen. It’s only a matter of When. Both the god and goddess made me, and they both would make children from me….
Plus, this little one was innocent. It was a literal pup…there was no reason to resent it for my own actions. I gave it a gentle kiss on the reddish furred dot on his forehead. It was the only thing on him that wasn’t black, and his skin was pink as if he’d been born today… and almost as small.
His eyes and were closed, though he didn’t move much… I could tell he had no teeth…
“I should read this before he wakes up.” I mumbled to myself, though Sparkle was listening. She felt like it was our duty to adopt one so helpless, and I ultimately felt the same. I didn’t like that he didn’t give me the Choice of having another demon, but it was his way of righting a wrong in his mind… As he said, he didn’t mean to hurt me, but now I was scared of being hurt.
I was scared that I raised it to be a terrible monster…. Or that I would be too strict, or make him too soft and it got killed by other demons rejecting him. I gently sat him on my lap so I could sit up. The book was in Elder Demonic… a language that I didn’t know yet, nor knew existed until I touched the leather…. And of Course, it was written By the Horned One himself.
The words on the pages were Perfect. The penmanship looked as if he wrote with lines or a grid behind them. The black pages and glowing red ink became understandable as I looked at it. The first page said ‘The Compendium of Demonology I, II, III, and IV.’
The book was at least two thousand pages. It had to weigh at Least 10 or 15 pounds… and I could bet money the leather was from a human sinner.
The first page was basically an agreement that once I continued, I consented that only I would hold these secrets unless given direct permission to share, though this book was common… I’d seen it in the library. I even had a copy of these… but not IV….
That one had to be the one he was talking about.
The second page was an artistic sketch. It was a diagram of demon anatomy, though their organs, bones, and horns were like any other supranatural. It was detailed. Half was the sketch skin on, and the other half was the anatomy of a male goat demon. They were the shape of minotaur’s, though they had more horns the stronger they were, stopping at 6, kind of looking like a Jacab’s ram, but with a goat face, and lion’s fangs.
The third page held the table of contents, and it looked like the secret fourth book was the actual way to Raise a demon… I think That was the secret…. While he slept so soundly, I figured I should get started on learning what to do. He would need Food, and I didn’t know what Kind of food….
The last book started with connection. Demons who bond through ritual are harder to subdue and maintain, as if they don’t see you as a real master, they Will turn on you. I knew that part… That didn’t apply to me. I was already bound to him when I got up. It said to turn to page 7 if it was bonded before a hundred years old, being a new demon. I skimmed until I found that addendum. It said that he would likely never question my legitimacy unless I did something that went directly against the Horned One. That the bond we held would be nearly unbreakable unless I Did It.
That was probably Why he remade me a demon… there would be no next time, because that would mean that I was the one going Directly Against my creator…. And already I could Feel the bond was Different from Rahrraam’s… I didn’t miss him anymore either…. It felt like forgetting the name of your favorite character in a show you watched as a kid… or that so much time had passed, that it surprised you how you forgotten a friend you hadn’t seen in a long time.
Zahrraam’Zeh felt like a strange combination of how I feel about Ann… and how you’d feel if you got a new, fully customized sports car. You’d do everything to keep it safe, waxed, clean, and cared for like it was your baby… but you understood it was an object.
That was probably the best negotiation I could have mentally about another demon… I was attached… but not Too attached…. If he ever became injured… I’d have to have the guts to kill him so he could resurrect… I doubt I could do that if I saw him as Just my pup… I need to make sure I teach him about that when he comes of age.
I turned the page.
Next was his diet.
It seemed sinner soul was the preferred food, with meat being a treat, especially man’s meat for the first few days grounded into mash….. It said that they age a year every 13 days until they reach the age of 20, then they Stop. Demons do not grow old, nor do they age any farther. It is so they remain in peak condition their entire life. They live until they are killed, and if bonded to an individual, they will be remade.
It also said that bond-broken demons were destroyed because they were made to be living tools. A tool with no master goes mad 100% of the time, and the bond cannot be mended, as it was inspired by the goddess. They cannot bond with another, and undoubtedly, the original master of said demon would have to completely destroy it, sending it to Tarteron to be thrown into the Pit. To break an oath with a demon usually meant the witch would be Also thrown into the Pit, or stripped of all powers and become Human… where they would spend the rest of their lives as a mortal, age, die, then still be punished.
The only exception would be if the witch was turned on, then bond breaking was acceptable. It would also be a pardonable offence should the demon defy the Horned One.
I Wish I Knew That Beforehand…. No one told me…
I kept going. For 8 days, I would need to bottle raise him… I guess that’s why female demons had breasts…. The people they killed and ate would be converted into baby’s mash as Gulteer put it…. And they would be trained nonstop once they reached the human age of 4.
They really didn’t Get a childhood… but he was mine to raise, and should I find a reason not to, I think it would be best if he had an education along with training.
The Next section was on education for raising a demon ironically enough.
I wonder could I teach him elder demonic… from what I could tell, the rank determines the level of the language they are able to speak….
Ironically enough there was a language section. It said that the Only language that should be taught first is their rank’s language, then lower so that they don’t offend their superiors.
It said to place him on the book to receive his rank. I gently laid him on the book while he snored peacefully.
His number was a Teir I demon, Class II, SSS Ranked, division Purple Coven. It made him a Lieutenant being born Last Night. Only SSS Ranked demons receive a title. All Rahrraam’s brothers held that rank, but I was surprised that he would have such a class.
I blinked twice. It meant that he gained the rank nearly equivalent to Lady Tiffany’s demon, or Hellinia’s after she took over… a coven Leader. But that made sense. It was the same rank All Zeh’Kahrraam’s children held.
His rank meant he could speak High demonic. Elder Demonic was reserved for the Herold of the End Only. It said it here that any demon speaking higher than his station would be Immediately punished by someone Of That Rank. I didn’t want him thrown in the Pit…
It made me wonder how strong he made that man since Herald was the Only demon given that level of authority….and I was thankful he’d taken a likeng to me. Regardless I continued to read.
The language was structured like Japanese, though I didn’t know that language. The lower a rank, the higher pitch they spoke, and longer words they would speak. Something as simple as a good morning would be double in length to say for a lower demon, like an imp, talking to a higher demon, say, Zeh’Kahrraam….
It would go something like. “My most high general Zeh’Kahrraam, my master’s First, who is X ranks higher than me good morning, the enemy is to the west.’
The majority of the report would be ass kissing in the Horned One’s words.
Any reference to a higher demon acknowledges that, but all information would be as direct as possible. For example, in that flowery introduction, ‘the enemy is to the west’ would be what the general would actually pay attention to. Many spoke lower demonic to high ranking generals, because to them, rank meant everything.
And Zah’Kahrraam would probably just grunt. If he didn’t, he’d likely say ‘morning, or hi’ would be his response. Higher ups spoke directly, loudly, and with deeper voices.
I closed the book after that. Once I did, I called Gulteer… He said I wouldn’t have the stomach for maintaining a soul pot… but now I Needed to do whatever that entailed for this little guy’s sake.
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