A cry
The start of every life
The same line, at every set up at every story
Because baby, in order to be alive, need to cry
Its a sign that they survive, they breath
But
A difference
This cry, this perticular newborn baby, cried not because its trying his hardest to breath
But.....
A head splitting headache
If u wonder, what happen
A millenia of memories, of knowledge, forcibly put in the tiny brain of a baby
They obviously cant handle it
So
Survival intinct flare in, taking control, just to survive, to forget
Cause one gallon of water, forcibly poured to a tiny little wine glass
The glass had no choice but to spill the rest
That what thus tiny brain do
To spill the memory, the knowledge
Lost in nothingness
Or is it
While the baby fighting for his life
The mother shed tears of joy, combined with tears of pain
Because today... is a very bad day
The world of kaise
Basic fantasy set up of a story
Bunch of human, bunch of humanoid thing, bunch of races, and bunch of monster, playing castle with one another
With one big bad enemy, who known as demons
Classic
And today
The big bad enemy is gone, killed by a bunch of guys lead buy a human who he and his own race called him : "hero"
Do i say a bad day ?
Yes a bad day
Cause the mother of our main character is the wife of the demon lord
Soo that makes to main character, the son of the demon lord
According to the title
A massacre, done by humans
Other race, such as monsters, or should i say, dragons and the lesser, care not about the demons, without the demon lord, demons, in general are not a threat
The long eared beautiful humanoid race, forgive, cause demon... doesn't hurt nature, not much at least
The short, smart, and ale drinker race, also don't care, they know smith, they care about smith, and demons, don't buy gadgets. And, demons don't make ale
The hybrid, humanoid x animal race, care a little, they are muscle brain, and the biggest muscle, demon lord, are dead, so the rest, they don't care
And bunch of other race, who existence either hidden or soo little they don't matter, also don't care. Cause mainly, they in hiding. waiting til the day they can appear back
That leaves the human race
Only the humans, and their glorified faith, need to destroy, massacre, clear demon from the face of the kaise, in the name of faith.
About the real, selfish reason, nobody knows
So the demon lord, master of spell and strategist he is, knew about his fate.
And knew he needed to die
Cause the big bad enemy, need to lose. In order for everyone to be happy
But.... it doesn't mean he needs to die, peacefully
Therefore he leaves a gift, to the human, to other races who either forget or don't care about them, and mainly, to the world of kaise
In the form of a child
The child in question, is crying
The mother, in tears, with her pure and unstained feet, running for her life
The baby, in his arm, crying lauder and lauder
But that.... doesn't matter
Cause with a little tweak, the sound is gone, making the escape.....smooth
After leaving the premise of demon lord giant towering castle, still, the queen keep running
The word of her love ringing in his mind
"Run my love, run, bring our son, run, till the mother fate lead u to a carriage, and there, you know the best. Please, for me, for our baby"
The sentence keep ringing with tears, following every step the queen take.
Until they arrive at the forest behind the castle.
The wind howling, the forest burning
The group of towering tree, used to be peaceful and full of life, now full of fire
Every corner, every tree, trace of human hands can be felt, tainting, corrupting
The queen was painting, and tired
But.... she keep running
For her love, and for her son
And, as if the fate itself on their side, nothing happen
The run, is strangely.....peaceful
That until a man clad with black tuxedo and face hide behind a mask appear before them
The queen face.... pale
She stop, hugging her baby, protecting, its okay if he wants to kill her, rape her, torture her,
But please, not the baby
The man in mask tilt its head, then slowly, full of respect, bow
A comforting sentence come after
"I greet u me queen, i know your husband, and i know the boy father, and truly, there are no man as friendly and as brave as the king. I'm here at his service, to save u, and his child"
The man say, his voice, devoid of malice, decorated by sadness
The queen, sigh of releaf. Finally, her run comes to an end
"Can u safe my husband then?"
The queen ask, not demanding, just.... curious and hopefull
"Ahh.. that is unfortunate. This world, need an offering. And the king... chose to gave it. The world.... truly unjust. But between him, his love, or his boy, he chose him. O brave and just king, what an unfortunate day"
The man said, more sadness showing at his voice
Then the man slowly, bowing
He extend his hand, in gesture of pointing.
There... a carriage. Sitting calmly beneath fire and moonlight. Crest never seen before adorned its door, showing the proof of nobility, shape like a mask, stabbed by a sword, sign of secrecy, and submission.
Perfect for undercover
"I provide you a carriage, and i shall be the coachmen. Then, i shall call you viscountess claremont therefore i am viscount claremont. Then, the boy shall be called ...."
The man pause
"Altaris claremont"
The queen said, No...the viscountess said
Then, the man, beneath his mask, smile
"Altaris yes, magnificent boy with magnificent name"
Thus the start of their journey, their story, of a boy and a mother latch with name Claremont