The Demon Emperor's Third Son - Occupation: Healer

Zaeblur Satan, the Demon Emperor, clasped his wife's cold seemingly lifeless hands between his, he believed... no, he knew it was not yet her time.

"Your majesty, it is almost time." an attendant spoke through the cloth that hung around the queen's bed.

"Give me a moment."

"Understood your majesty." soft footsteps were heard before the sound of a door opening and closing

Zaeblur leaned in closer and kissed his wife's tiny cold hands.

"Please Hedera, I need you to survive this. I can have many sons but there is only one of you. Please, I need you." Zaeblur collapsed on the side of the bed, using mere willpower to suppress his sobs.

"I'll do anything just to have you back by my side. So don't you dare leave me.

Remember when we first met? hahaha at that time, I wasn't even sure if I were good enough for you. I was just a lost little orphan trailing this beautiful warior. Remember our first fight? I was so scared that - -"

Within the room, the Emperor went on and on about their memories. Memories of happiness, of sadness, of laughter and joy, of hatred, of anger, and so on. Sometimes a grin would escape from this man's almost monotone face, sometimes it would be a tear.

After a while a knock was hear.

"Your majesty, we cannot postpone any longer."

Getting up the Emperor was hesitant to release his wife's hand, but knew it was best to do so.

He took a large breath and calmed his nerves.

"Enter."

The doors opened and in came about 8 men. One man carrying an infant in his arms that wouldn't stop crying as if he knew what was going to happen to him, but that would be impossible. after all, he is just a mere infant.

"Your majesty, it is best if you don't stay here."

"What?! You dare order me?"

"!"

"N-no of course not your majesty, We are trying to keep exposure to a minimal that is why we are few, but we also made sure that the success rate would not drop." a grown man who had a whitening hair and beard answered.

The Emperor gave a snort before angrily stomping away.

"Chet, that damn fool. Just watch, in the future you wouldn't dare to treat me as such. Start the transfer!!!"

"Hai!"

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For a straight 4 hours, the screeching of what seemed like a beast was heard. If one listened closely, one would have noticed that is was the heart wretching wails of but an infant, filled with despair and suffering. Such a sound made all the beasts of a 10 km radius go wild. After all, the pain that this infant was now suffering was one that even a full grown man would not be able to handle without going mad.

The pain of having your life slowly filed away and your soul continuously pounded on and pressured to an extent of creating fractures within every millimeter, dear life being held together only by pure will to live on.

It was something that you wouldn't think would exist within the nine realms of torture and yet here it was being performed on a mere infant.

It wasn't until a few more minutes that the crying died out.

Having a front line view on the situation revealed a child, soaking in its own blood but no visible cuts could be made out, as if the blood forcefully sipped through his pores. But past the layer of blood was a pale ghost-like complexion that would bring ghosts to shame.

This was the emperor's third son, only an infant yet already in the fight for life. The men surrounding the child believed that there was no more hope for him to live; the flames of his life were already flickering out.

After a second or two of looking at the infant they immediately shifted their gaze onto a woman peacefully resting on a bed, this was the infant's mother, Lady Hedera.

Slowly, the lady opened her eyes.

"My Lady!"

the 8 men echoed out. one whispered, "quick! Give her the poison."

Just as they had successfully given the woman the poison, the demon emperor entered.

"How is she?!"

"You majesty! the Lady has awakened."

"Hedera!" Zaeblur rushed to his wife's side.

a hint of purple and blue surged through Hedera's eyes as they immediately opened scanning through the room. Her gaze fell upon her newly born son and her expression from one of worry crippled up and became one of agony and hatred, like that of a banshee released from war.

"NOOOOO!!!!!!!" Hedera screemed as she imidiately lunged at her child, holding him in her embrace.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE YOU MONSTERS!?!!"

"H-Hedera let me explain." Zaeblur

"Y-You?! You allowed this to happen?"

A look of shock, disbelief, disappointment, and anger shone on her face

"DISGUSTING." She growled with venom dripping off of every letter

Zaeblur and the 8 men could only stand there with shock and even fear plastered onto their faces.

"You. You will pay for this!"

Hedera looked to the side where a window was and jumped out. Before the 9 men could regain their composure, 6 white wings sprouted from her back and carried her together with her son away.

Back in the castle, the 8 men surely did not expect this development but they sure as hell didn't hate it. A single thought ran through their head. "It went better than expected!"

Their plan was to resurrect their overlord into this realm within the body of the infant since the child had been born with an abnormally stronger than usual body and it was easier to take over the bodies of infants rather than full grown men. Although the resurrection failed, blame would surely not be put on them since 'Hedera was the one who ran away'.

The Emperor also looked to be having a mental breakdown thinking it's his fault and with the connection of this man and the woman from the strongest clan broken, they don't need to fear anything anymore. There was also no way that the child and the woman would survive because firstly, The child was practically half a step into death and last No one had survived the poison the woman had taken!!! Not even the Gods!

Their corrupted minds echoed with but a similar thought

'Finally a stroke of luck!!!'