Chapter 2: Chapter 2 : New World

I stirred into awareness, slowly, as something—or someone—gently brushed against me while muffled voices floated nearby.

-So noisy.- I let out a groan, apparently loud enough to draw attention. The voices fell into a brief silence, then continued in hushed tones I couldn’t quite comprehend.

-Can’t I have a peaceful death?- I grumbled internally.

I tried opening my eyes, but they felt too heavy. When I finally forced them open, a blinding white light greeted me, like punishment for trying to see. A high-pitched wail echoed near my ears—was that me?

Once the blinding subsided and my vision adjusted, I was able to make out shapes. Then a face. A stunning, angelic face with long blonde hair, bright crimson eyes, and two short ivory horns that curled delicately like a crown. She looked like a demon—but beautiful enough that someone might sell their soul just to see her smile.

"Ah! She opened her eyes!" the woman said joyfully, glancing to her side where another voice chirped with glee.

If what that so-called god said was true, then this woman holding me... should be my mother. And the man beside her, smiling proudly, must be my father. The small girl bouncing up and down? My big sister?

“Look at her beautiful eyes,” the woman whispered, brushing a finger along my cheek. “It’s rare to see silver hair—and different colored eyes? We might be blessed.”

I blinked slowly, trying to process what she said. Why did I understand her but not the others? Was she speaking a different language—or was I?

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"Ka ma shi vie? LOTE! LOTE!" the little girl beside me babbled enthusiastically.

“Alright, alright. Say hello to your little sister,” the woman said, holding me up so the girl could see me better. The child had dark hair and wide, starlit eyes full of wonder.

So... why couldn’t I understand her either? My newborn brain was already overheating.

“Oh! Sie ba dow shin rag! Khai kald!” the girl said again, whatever that meant. Subtitles, please?

The woman’s smile faltered slightly, and the man moved to her side, gently wrapping his arms around her as if to comfort her.

"Usjel ill fos," he said quietly.

"But if people find out she has demon blood… then…" her voice cracked. I could feel her tension as clearly as if it were my own.

-Wait, demon blood? So, she’s a demon... does that make me one too?- I paused. -Also... I am a girl, right? I didn’t get gender-swapped or something, right?- That question would have to wait.

The man leaned in and murmured something reassuring. It seemed to work. The woman sighed, smiling softly again.

“Yes, you're right. Even though it's rare, heterochromia isn’t a guaranteed sign of demon lineage. And there’s never been proof of a half-demon. Until now...”

Wait... until now?

That didn’t sound great.

Meanwhile, my ‘sister’ looked up and asked, "Nas moshk wa zenix?" completely unaware that I still had no clue what she was saying.

The man quickly tried to hush her. “Aspher! Di za khalf!”

“It’s alright,” the woman said, wiping the corner of her eye. “She’s just a child.”

She turned her attention back to me, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

“Demons are creatures born of pure mana... like me.”

So, she is a demon. But is she my mother?

Her voice sounded so certain. So full of love.

I didn’t know why, but… something about the way she held me felt off. Not wrong, just… distant. Like her warmth was genuine, but her soul hadn’t quite accepted mine yet.

Maybe I was just overthinking it. Or maybe I wasn’t.