The Demon and the Healer - Chapter 1- His past and present?

It’s been fifteen years since I reincarnated in this body and lost humanity. I was given the soul of a demon and a powerful one at that. I still couldn’t remember much about my past life and how I looked or what my name was but some of the things were still a part of my remembrance.

I lived in a country called Japan and the place was more advanced than this world. There was no chaos ensued in the place I used to live and being a high school boy in his prime teenage, I was having a good time.

How I died…I still cannot remember. It was like my memories were sort of blurred but I didn’t care about it much due to the circumstances I was thrown into this world.

I had no parents in this life and the first thing I saw after being reborn was a dark ceiling that was protruding unevenly, signifying that my reborn took place in a cave. I never saw my mother or father since the time I opened my eyes signifying that I was abandoned.

I was not able to move for the rest of the four months and was only alive due to the immense demonic energy I had in store. Due to my imbalanced energy pool, no nearby creature tried to feast on me so until I was able to move, I was practically alone, lying in a cold corner of the cave.

Slowly I rose to my feet, began crawling, and soon without even realizing I was on my feet. Again, my demonic energy was so vast that I never felt fatigued or need to eat anything. I just felt fulfilled and getting nourished by my surrounding.

I slowly began to know about myself and how to use my skills. Gradually, I grew bolder and began venturing into jungles to know the limit of my strength by challenging as many demonic beasts as I could.

For some reason, I never actually felt fear of anything. Even I faced the saber tooth tiger or whip-tail serpent I was able to remain calm and get to know about my powers through time.

I grew out of my shell of the small humanity I had in store and slowly become a demon. I killed beasts and humans regardless of who came into my territory. It was basically a factor of using demonic energy which dulled my emotions down and steadily transformed me into a truly inhumane creature.

Despite knowing that I was losing a part of my soul I did nothing to stop myself. It just felt so natural that it never halted me from bringing mayhem and partaking in the massacre. I just went with my hunt. Crushed whatever dared to breach the boundary I have created and took everything I desired for myself.

Though I never went overboard and ran amok across nations since I never greed domination or anything around it. I just needed peace and a fulfilling life. Though what it was called fulfilling, I had no idea.

I just knew, having a good meal and living under a roof was regarded as such, so I followed the custom and spend ten years just like that, before ‘he’ arrived.

He was a demon as well, an average one but he called himself Demon Lord or sort. I was rather intrigued to finally meet someone who claimed to be better than other wannabe delinquent demons who came to conquer my territory.

He had high claims and his prestigious appearance gave me hope of finally facing something worthy to call an opponent.

We battled.

And….sigh….I won. It took more than mere seconds as it did in the past since this one was rather endurance-type. It took my full eight minutes before the demon reduced to a pulp and dropped in front of my gaze. Finally, something which made my blood rush after a while but not much tho…

I healed the guy since he was a funny one. He entertained me for long eight minutes and seven seconds. Definitely worthy of being heard.

He told me he had a plan to conquer the world and he needed my aid. I was not interested in his conquest but when he promised that I could get to fight more merit-holding people, namely the hero party in some years, I felt my interest piqued right there.

The word ‘Hero’…was rather familiar and I have heard it a lot in my last life since the books I used to read had some kind of shining armor heroes who always won in the end through justice strength or sort. And also I have heard through rumors that a light hero had born some years ago of my birth who hold the strength of gods or something along those lines.

A hero who holds the strength to move mountains and pierce the sky to change the weather, that’s what I was told which ignited a flame of anticipation in my hibernated heart.

That concludes why I was here in the demon castle as the last barricade which separated the hero party from the demon lord. I was the final obstacle they had to cross to reach that monarch of darkness, and I would finally get the match I have been itching for.

I heard that the hero party has annihilated the demon forces and all the generals all by themselves, thanks to the light hero who was leading the human force, advancing toward their destination, to bring salvation to humanity.

Indeed, the light hero was strong from what I have heard until now and I was getting hyped more and more to finally meet the man who would help me feel alive. An entity in front of whom I wouldn’t have to hold back or think about accidentally killing my enemy.

The match I have desired ever since I discovered my strength and how much-untapped potential I had in store. It was a famous saying that to know the limits of oneself, it’s best to first find a way to reach there. And this light hero was the source who would push me to my limits.

‘So they are finally here… ‘

Hearing the approaching footsteps, I steadily planted myself on my throne and put my left leg over the right knee. Leaning back in my seat, I saw the door pushed open by an ape-like man before the hero finally entered the scene.

“Surrender yourself, or get ready to be punished for the sins you have committed.”

Running my eyes through the group who came inside, I parted my lips to give a mind-blowing opening line I have prepared.

“So you guys have finally arrived….huh?”

But upon seeing a certain someone, I forgot everything and everyone. Like the world itself has come to an abrupt halt and this particular second nothing but what resided in this reality was me and that particular person. My dead cold heart began beating again as I felt my blood rushing to each fiber of my shell and reminding me that I also could feel much alike to everyone else. Even though everyone was staring at me to continue where I left off, I found myself on lost of words.

I was….for the first time in the past fifteen years… left speechless.

And all just because of a single woman?

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