《I am the supreme evils daughter》Chapter 6: Hello World!
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After what felt like an ache in my head, I feel very weird. In an instant the me is a thing.
Ego registered to soul after 1 year and 8 months...
Ego synchronizing with shell...
Initializing system interface...
Hello? What is this feeling in my head? Who am I?
Query: What is this?
Answer: Your interface to the world.
Query: Who am I?
Answer: Be'ial'ale Doombringer
I am Be'ial'ale? Okay. Interface? What is that?
After this popped up in my head I felt very sleepy and I fell asleep again.
What is the me? My sense of self? These questions did I keep thinking of but could never find an answer. One moment the me was not here, but now the me is here. Thinking of this makes me feel tired...
Happy being myself I slept for a very long time until who I think is mama woke me up.
"Good morning Biali! It's time to rise and shine~" Says the one who I think is mama. I open my eyes and see the most beautiful person I have ever seen. She got long dark hair and red eyes.
"Mama!" I cry out in joy at seeing mama. She then cover her mouth and tears falls out of her eyes. Then she snuggles me and around me I get covered by two black things, which extended from her back.
"Biali said her first word, and it was mama... I am so happy now!" The warmth from mama comforts me greatly. I feel very joyful and hug her with my small arms. I wish we could do this forever. Then she carried me away from where I had slept. "I need to show my darling this!"
As she carried me in her arms we passed by several openings in the wall. It was very bright on the other side. I then asked mama: "Mama, this is?" And I pointed at the bright openings. Mama then slowed down and pointed too and started to talk: "They are windows, little Biali."
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Windows? What more will I discover!? Then I feel an ache in my head again.
Inquisitive trait acquired.
Effects: Acquiring any new knowledge is easier.
Uwah! Why does it hurt? Make it stop...
Query: Why does it hurt?
Answer: You are not fully synchronized yet.
Addendum: Any discomfort will fade away once fully synchronized.
Those strange words are here again... Mama noticed me hurting so she patted my head. It felt nice. After a long while we got into a bigger space. At the far end of it sat a man who I think is papa. He is holding something in his hand and moves it around wildly.
"Darling! Darling! Little Biali can talk!" My mama cries out in joy as she hands me over to papa. Papa then says: "Wonderful! Our daughter is growing so fast!" Mama, papa and me then hug. Even better than with just mama.
This happy warmth make me feel sleepy...
Fast forward to when Biali is five years old.
I am now changing clothes in the castles dressing room. With the help of the maids have we spent several minutes trying to find a dress that fits me. It has not been bearing any fruits yet...
"Ugh, this dress is too small mom!" I cry out in anger as the dress gets stuck on my small curved horns sticking out of my head. Isabella, which is my mother sits in a chair nearby calmly reading a book.
"Darling, show some manners. Try another dress for Biali, my dear maids." Mother courteously asked the maids in the room to assist me. How can she be so calm when its an emergency?
We then spend many more minutes until finally finding a dress that won't get stuck in my black beautiful horns. You may wonder why I am trying to change a dress that fits? It is because today we are having a tea party! My mom invited over kids from all over the kingdom, so I am very excited to make some friends! Well, I have friends but they are adults like mommy.
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After I put on my dress which is black colored with red trims, and is extremely frilly. I stand in front of the mirror in the dressing room. In there I see my curly long blonde hair which wraps around my black curved horns. My tanned skin is still in good condition despite spending so many hours outside, and my yellow dragon like eyes are still as pretty as ever without any makeup.
My tail which looks like the one mommy got is in good shape as well. I made sure to clean it thoroughly this morning. It shines in the morning sun which fall through the windows here. Mommy and daddy, said I mostly look my daddy. The biggest thing I got from mom was the tail and her beauty. All this talk of blood lines and heritage still confuses me.
No matter! Sweets and tea is going to be devoured by me today! And there is nothing that can stop me!
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