The Demon Emperor's Third Son - Occupation: Healer

Seventeen moons have passed, now a new sun is rising. The beginning of a new day had come but for one person, it had signaled that her life was coming to an end.

On the far edge of the demon kingdom was a woman who desperately clung on to her lifeless child. Tears had continually cascaded down her pale cheeks, though she seemed to be ragged with messy hair and skin that seemed ghostly-pale, traces of her former beauty had still shown.

Her hair, though tangled and messy still looked softer than silk and more l.u.s.trous than any gem or ore known to man. Her eyes, had shown so much sadness and hate but still shined of life and had a strong gaze. Her once beautiful unparalleled gown was tattered and looked more like rags than it did clothing. But it had shown portions of her skin which was whiter than pearls, and without a single blemish, surely enough her children would match her unparalleled beauty, but sadly, that may not come true.

This woman is Hedera Vulmuir, most talented alumni of the Fallen Wings Clan, only disciple of the legendary warrior Belvragor, one of the 3 remaining pure blooded Seraphs ( who have 6 wings ), first wife of the current demon emperor, Zaeblur Satan, and mother of a corpse.

"Hedera! I heard your call."

A man with white hair that was tied back and a beard that reached a little bellow his chin had arrived panting.

His skin showing signs of ageing, as well as many scars that were earned from battle, and though he wore slightly baggy clothes, it could not hide that this man was very muscular. A Huge broad sword was tied on his back. His face looked to be naturally stern but it had turned into a calm and caring look when he had seen his most beloved disciple.

He knelt down and hugged his disciple with utmost care felling that just a bit of carelessness could completely crush her fragile looking existence.

".. he is."

He was only answered with hushed sobs.

"Hedera... My little one. I know how much it hurts to lose a child, but we must hurry and get you treated or else-"

"You cant."

"Wh-"

"I have been poisoned with the 9 colored devil lily's dew drop."

"!! T-that is !!! WHO DARED TO DO SUCH?!?"

Hedera shook her head.

"no. I request that you do something else for me Master. Please, take my child to Erebus, wrap him in my wings and escape with him through the golden pond. Please Master, I know you are not originally from Hell so only you can make this trip. Please let my son live, don't let him know who I was; don't let him live his life in hatred and revenge like I did. I know I am asking for too much, that is why please."

Hedera grabbed on to a pendant that was hanging on her neck, and took it off in a sweeping motion.

"Hedera?! Who do you think I am?!? I don't need you to pay me anything, afterall; aren't you already my child? I don't need any payment from you hahaha give that to your son. It would be more appropriate to let him have it. But hedera... the child"

Hedera placed the necklace around her son's neck and gave a small smile then reached her hand to her mouth, there two lights were appearing. One gold and one pure white, the white ball of light seemed twice or even thrice as big as the gold one.

"Hedera you?!?"

"It was fair trade, two-thirds of my soul for my child's. It doesn't matter anyway, today is the 18nth turn, the poison has completely invaded my heart and very soon I will die. But my child may still live. Take them. Give the gold to god as payment to fuse my son's soul to his body. Demon's don't know about god's power so they won't suspect a thing."

"You... actually went to Dis the land of the undead and came back alive? sigh"

Belvragor took the two lights into his hands before nodding and swallowing them

"Thank you Master. Thank you."

Hedera's voice grew softer with every word until it was almost non-existent, but it seemed to be the loudest thing to Belvragor.

"This child. This foolish foolish child... sigh. What is his name?"

"it's Aster, Aster Vulmuir."

" !!! A- Aster"

Hedera kissed her son's forehead, a final goodbye before her eye's slowly closed shut.

A tear had slipped from the old man's eyes, as he took the infant's body into his arms.

"Little Aster, little one. This old man shall take care of you now alright?"

Cutting of his lifeless disciple's wings, he then set her body aflame and watched until there was none left of her but ashes.

He could not mourn right now; after all he had to speed to heaven and there isn't much time left till the aligning of the Erebus tower to the Golden pond, the only path that connects heaven to hell.