The Demon Child - Awakening

Authors Note:

Yes, I'm late... again So I have made a sorry book, some of you might've seen it already it is called, 'The Infinite Item Box IS the best thing a hero can have on an adventure," It is a litrpg in the third person. It will upload slower than Demon Child, but when I'm late, it will also have an extra chapter.

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"What do you mean you're only part demon?" Either you're a demon or you're a human! So which one are you?" Astaroth questioned me.

"Jododam told me my body is human, but my soul is that of a demon, although I'm not sure if that still applies in this world," I replied.

"Ok prove it! During classes, we learned that humans have incarnate weapons instead of demon abilities, so show us your incarnate weapon!"

"Alright, 'oh great weapon, the incarnation of my soul, show yourself and aid my fight!"

A blinding light appeared in front of me, and after it faded I held a bright red dagger in my hand.

"So it's true! You are only half-demon," Xirax said in amazement.

"It is unique," Abatson added.

"I don't know how or why I'm only half-demon, but I've gotten used to my heritage," I said.

"Tch, so what about it, what's your special power then," Astaroth lashed out.

"If I remember correctly, I can activate it like this.

I stabbed myself in the hand with the incarnate knife I had summoned and watched the blood pour out of the wound.

As I watched my blood make a puddle on the floor, I realised I had forgotten one crucial detail about my ability. I had to visualise what I wanted the sacrifice to achieve. I quickly thought that I wanted my body to mimic Astaroth's appearance.

The second I had that thought, the blood rose back up onto my body and I could feel my body morphing slowly into a vision of Astaroth.

Once the transformation was complete the blood absorbed back into my skin, and I stood before them. I noticed I was now the same height as Astaroth. I then looked behind me and saw even my tail had been transformed from its long dark blue shape into a short black tail.

"I'm surprised myself really, that I could do that. Although I probably won't do that often." I replied holding my hand in pain.

"So that's your demon ability, what's your soul ability then!?" Astaroth then lashed out at me.

"To be honest, I don't have a clue of what my soul ability is," I replied softly.

"Bullcrap, if you have a demon ability then you have a soul ability, so what is it?"

"I don't know! I've tried, I can't activate, I'm not sure what's wrong with me, but I can't!"

"Don't care. Do it now, or I'll make you activate it," He threatened me.

Astaroth did not wait. He came at me with a right hook that I dodged. I went underneath his arm and stabbed him right in the c.h.e.s.t with the dagger I was still holding. I then thought of controlling Astaroth's mind, using his blood as a sacrifice. As Astaroth's fists started to slow on impact, I knew that my sacrifice was almost complete. When Astaroth stopped struggling altogether, I pulled out the dagger and we stood face to face.

"Now then. Will you listen now?" I questioned Astaroth.

"Screw you, don't act dumb, I know you have your soul ability, so just show it!" Astaroth lashed out.

"What do you mean?!"

"Well, I thought of controlling your mind, and I asked you to understand,"

"Then what happened instead!"

"I don't know,"

I shrugged my shoulders, and when Astaroth did the same, I connected the dots and understood what was happening.

"I see. So that's what happened instead," I sighed to myself.

"What!" Astaroth unsurprisingly yelled at me.

"Instead of controlling your mind, I control your movements,"

"Liar, where's your proof,"

"You now see where you're at. Your life is in my hands," I calmly said at Astaroth.

"Tch, fine go on," He said. Trying to mask his fear.

"I can't activate my soul ability. I don't even know what it is, so stop pestering me. I'll now break my spell, and I hope we can all get along."

"Understood,"

I focused and deactivated my ability, as both Astaroth and I were still trying to catch our breath. We looked at each other, knowing that both of us didn't want to go through that again.

"Now that we are all introduced, Lucyfer, tell me the rules of the group," I panted.

"Right. This tent is now your home. You'll be sleeping in the blue hammock, and any personal items you can put in the spot underneath." Lucyfer explained to me, whilst pointing at the blue hammock.

"Understood, now I'm tired,"

"You're going to bed already?"

"It is,"

"So, now I'm tired, and I need to rest,"

"Just letting you know, Dye, you'll never be like Kappa," Astaroth scowled at me.

I threw my knife at Astaroth, which scratched his cheek as it flew past his face. I then gave him a death stare, and spoke:

"Listen up Astaroth, never call me Dye, only people I truly hate can give me that name, and second of all, I'm fine with being second to Kappa, but never call me Dye again," I scowled at Astaroth.

I then rested on my hammock and closed my eyes, waiting for sleep.

"One-moment Dyestral," Lucy commanded me.

"What is it," I said with an annoyed tone.

"You need a demon name, any Ideas?"

"You sure about that, you can never go back from it,"

"I'm fine with it, it gives me fond memories,"

"Alright it's decided, in Antral, you'll be known as Dynestar,"

"Understood, now let me get some rest,"

"Alright, goodnight,"

"Yeah, goodnight,"

I curled my tail under my hammock and settled in ready for the darkness to take me, wondering where would pop up today.

I woke up on the altar where the demon portal had appeared and realized where I was. I was back home.

Whenever I fall asleep, I am afraid that I will never wake up. A sky shimmering with crimson red, the sea dazzling like scales, wind burning like flames. Whenever I fall asleep, I am in a different place in a different world, surrounded by creatures unknown to man. The only thing that gets me awake from the nightmare is when I die.