“Xenados! Son! Wake up… please wake up...”

The soft crying voice of a woman echoed in the in the cold dark cave, her long black hair that reached towards her hips were wet and her voice was weak. On her body countless cut marks and bruises were present. Her face was beautiful, one could say it had enough charm to cause the fall of a nation but that beautiful face is now filled up bruises and the marks of pain were evident on her whole body.

The condition of her body made it so that she would not be able to even talk but for her son, the woman through all the pain and suffering made her way to this cave. The cave was one that she found in the very depths of the dark forest.

“Please wake up...”

Countless drops of tears fell atop her sons pale face, the woman did her best but she made a fatal error. She didn’t realize that her son was poisoned.

The mother and son pair came from an encampment, from her traits and features on her body like her pointed tail and small bat like wings and pointed ears it’s evident on that she was not a human. In contrast her son also had a small part of her characteristics. Her son Xenados has pointed ears, though he doesn't have the pointed tail or bat like wings on his back he had pale white skin and long canines.

Xenados, is obviously not like her mother but he did have some of her traits. But of course the woman knew this after all the father of her son is a… Vampire.

The Vampire race is a powerful race of beings that are neither human, monster or demon. If anything they would be called demi-gods, Vampires if traced back to their ancestors are descendants of an evil bloodsucking god, but that god was the son of the primal god of chaos.

The Vampire race in the truest sense are beings that are respected and feared throughout the world. But not in every continent are Vampires treated as higher beings. Like on this continent of Ador, in this continent Vampires are treated as the vilest of monsters.

But in exchange the Vampires also look down on the other races. In these cases Vampires hate half blood vampires the most. Half bloods or Dhampirs are the target of persecution for the Vampires.

Of course this calamity that befall this little demoness is the result of her falling for a vampire, but it was not a one sided love. The two were married and had children secretly but the other vampires found out and she as well as her son were forced to get out of the continent.

But along the way they were caught in a trap set up by another Vampire clan, the mother and son pair were kept in cages. THe mother being a demoness could fetch a high price if sold to humans as a sex slave while the dhampir son could be raised up as a weapon.

His father had some power and for that using the dhampir as a weapon would of course be not only beneficial but greatly supported by those that have past grievances with the dhampirs father.

But Xenados’ mother didn’t want this horrible fate to befall her son, through anything even if she had to walk through hell even if she had to beg the evil gods, she wanted her son to be able to live.

But all this was put to waste, Xenados was poisoned and the cure was in the hands of the Vampires who caught them. They Vampires planned to use the poison to make Xenados obey. But his mother was able to escape with him.

Though they lost the child they knew that he didn’t have much time to live, the Vampires treated this as a failure to get a good weapon but still treated this as a success. They might have lost the corpses but since they were lost in the dark forest where high leveled demon Beast roamed freely the chances of survival is null, and considering that the poison would kill the brat if he didn’t intake the medicine in the next 24 hours they considered the two as already dead.

In the cave a demon was crying for the lost life in her hands, this scene… if any human were to see they would undoubtedly rub their eyes after all a demon crying over her child is something that would never happen.

But the next moment the demoness stopped crying, her face was filled with motherly love. Her small pale bruised hands extended towards Xenados, her bone like fingers gently caressed her son and then slowly a light moved out of her body and transferred onto Xenados’ body.

This is a technique that demons use to keep the powerful members of their race alive for years, life transfer, but this time the life transferred moved all over Xenados’ body and took the poison.

No matter how long the live of a demon is it could never compare to the lifespans of Vampires, even half breeds like dhampirs could last more than ten thousand years. Since that was the case the demoness instead took the poison onto herself and made it so her son could survive.

With that the mother’s consciousness blanked and she fell lifelessly on the ground.

At the same time, a dark mass went into the body of the dhampir. The dark mass took control of the dhampirs body, and with that it also absorbed the memories as well as the feelings and thoughts of the dhampir.

“Mo-MOOM!”

The dhampir loudly screamed as he rushed towards the corpse of his mother. Eric… no Xenados was crying a river as he held his mother's corpse.

“This Curse! I will kill you, I will kill you all, the monsters who killed mom, that trash of a father and Vincentius”

Xenados was silent, he was sitting next to his mother that had died and was just staring into space. Xenados knew everything, everything that Eric knew and all the things that he knew.

“This body… I am E-no I am Xenados, the son of the demoness Antonia”

Eric accepted that he is now Xenados, a dhampir whose life is as tragic as all the other lives he had. But what he was sad is that the curse might have been the reason that all this happened. He might be the reason that his mother died.

He felt funny to call her his mother but the feelings he have are not fake, they’re real. He may not have experienced them himself but since he already became Xenados he understood from the memories that Xenados was loved by her.

The sadness he felt was that he was given a chance to experience the love of a mother. But before he could even merge with Xenados his mother had already died. It happened just as he assimilated with Xenados.

What did he feel?

Sadness of the loss? His memories felt real like he really is Xenados and he’s been living like this taking in the memories and experiences of many throughout the hundred years of torture. So it could be said that this should be no different… right?

But that was not the case, in all his previous lives except his first the parents, guardians and family he had all were evil. They looked at him like a tool or trash, he would live to become loved and important only to find that his hardwork to become noticed, to be loved to be… important would all disappear due to the enemies that would kill his family.

He had to experience this over and over, he wanted to stop hopping for a life of love but, his heart was not that of a cold hearted murderer. He was not thrown to have a cold heart that felt nothing.

Soon his soul was corroded by negative emotions but he still didn’t lose the feelings of wanting to be loved. That was his one true weakness, he can’t lose the desire to be loved. He wants to be loved.

This time he was reborn into the body of a three year old dhampir who was loved by his mother. He could accept it but before he even felt the motherly love that he was thirsting for before he even came it was all flushed down the drain.

“I can’t do any-”

[You can]

“Bu-”

[The world is yours, everything is simple. You want to be loved so bring her back to life]

“That is impossible-”

[Nothing is impossible, all you need to do is remember]

He didn’t understand, he felt fear, a voice that held nothing but evil echoed in his head. It was way scarier than any demon lord or demon god he had met. It was scarier than anything he heard but for some reason he felt… warmth. The voice was cold, deep and filled with evil but he felt a certain warmth. Not that of a mother but that of a… lover? He can’t understand but he felt that the voice, wherever it came from wants to protect him, it want’s to make him feel at home.

“Remember-”

[The pain and suffering… with this came the motivation for you to work hard, for you to grow, take all the anger within you and resurface the memories]

“Memories...”

Xenados did as he was told, but he felt different, he didn’t want to remember the past, he wants to keep it hidden deep in his mind… in his soul.

He knew that if he ever made the feeling of anger resurface he might lose himself. But… he needed to do it, for his mother, to get back what belongs to him…

[recall]

“I-I can’t do it”

[Let me]

Following the mysterious voices words he relaxed his body, mind and soul letting whatever it is to take over him. And with that Xenados felt relief, he felt a warm blanket wrapping himself in a cold winter night. He felt comfort…

In the cold dark cave, a young dhampir is standing beside the body of a demoness, her body covered in black lines that are like snakes continue to wrap around her body.

The demoness has long died and her soul has long dispersed and merged with the world. At this time even becoming an undead is impossible for her and yet… in her body her heart that has long stopped beating suddenly started up once more.

The young dhampir looked at the demoness, a trace of longing can be seen accompanied by stubbornness. His eyes were a complete crimson red, the pure shade is not any regular red but a chaotic red filled with various emotions. On his read eyes a pure black insignia was present.

The mark looked blurry but it could be seen to be like some winged being opening up it’s wings. Though at the very center of the mark is a pitch black circle, that dark circle could be considered the pupils of the dhampir but the mark makes it almost invisible. In fact the mark could be seen as the dhampirs pupils, only someone with great vision could see the dark pupil at the center of the insignia.

Though seeing the pupil would of course warrant praise but currently it could only cause someone their demise. The pupil was releasing an evil aura, like it would consume and devour anything and everything. In contrast the insignia showed restraint, not on the power but on the world.

The insignia that kept the power of the evil in the pupils seem to restrict anything and everything.

Soon the dark snakes all over the body of the demoness stopped moving, the lines are all over her body looking more like tattoos than evil snakes.

At that point, the dhampirs eyes lost the red in them but only one did the other just lost it’s bright shine but is still crimson red. With one eye returning to normal and the other turning pure crimson the dhampir powerlessly collapsed on top of the demoness.