When Demon Child Become Human
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"... Miss, please don't!"

"Ooh, Crist, this is a rare opportunity!"

"But Miss Caterine, please hold yourself!"

Tired yet to be healed but the silence was piqued as a faint sound pierced through the ears and I slowly sighed. A hazy gaze looked to the left, this morning the light was so dazzling because the window was open that a glint of wind pierced the body in a blue curtain waving. I slightly dispelled the view by stretching my right hand on my forehead, winking a few times and looking towards the origin of the sound.

"Hoya, oya, look who's up?"

Woman with brown hair side loop .. oh, Professor Caterine? He began to fold both hands until the chest was raised, I immediately turned my face. It reminds me of my loved ones, but in a negative connotation. Ha-ah, if remembered back to make my face feel hot.

"Let's see ... heeem, okay, you've been asleep for eight whole days and today is your ninth day." Professor Caterine's words surprised me and immediately turned to her again.

Because ... really? Eight days?! Long time! I looked at him deeply but his facial expression showed certainty. This woman is the best doctor in Vaughan, it can't be wrong. Not long before he smiled at me.

"You're aware of this, aren't you?" he asked by raising the right leg up the thigh and fixing the position of the glasses, "your body is weakened, maybe you are not a real immortal."

"But how can? I'm immortal--ack!"

When trying to wake up, the pain clings; the head suddenly dizzy is not playing like being hit by a hammer. Immediately I propped my head up with my right arm and luckily Crist helped me to sit down. My friend's face really shows some concern. But I don't like this. Body weakened? Just be right! I started to clench my teeth a little.

"Hoya, yes, Crist! You're really attentive. Are you interested in older women, eem?" professor Caterine's seductive guts are only countered with a long breath of Crist.

"Wait on! But, why? Why is it that the longer my body gets weaker?" I asked with my hands gripping my head.

I did realize it. The pain is getting real; my body is hard to regenerate, it's all I really feel.

And I don't like that.

"That's your body, you know it yourself, don't you?"

"But you're the best doctor!" my rebuttal to the point of making Crist sit on the edge of the bed startled, "there's no way you don't know---"

"But you're a different case and not from this world." Quickly my words he broke, even now his purple eyes began to narrow. "Look around you, who's the one who can't die but yourself? There aren't. Lucians? He lived long and young because of his strength. If he gets seriously injured; or an accident; or whatever it is, he could die. As for you .. haaah, how many times have your internal organs been damaged and destroyed? Is your heart from rubber?"

"Then, you're hard to take care of. You're an example of a troublesome patient, Red." He began to massage his forehead. "If Kaidan doesn't ask, I'll leave you to someone else. Good your internal organs you donate it if this reckless, anyway, will recover again? Or because you're so hard to take care of that it's like this-"

"No!" Ah, I started barking.

Crist remained in his expression of anxiety, slowly stroking my back and asking to get back to rest. However, I shook my head with both hands starting to grip the blanket. Since when did death become .. the thing I feared? For hundreds of years, I kept wanting my life to be uprooted, this warmth; this compassion and care scared me of death.

Afraid to leave them and fall back into silence. I began to cover my face with both hands, chuckling then. Huh, pathetic. Maybe I didn't deserve this kind of kindness until, in the end, fate didn't allow it.

Eh? I felt something leaning against my left arm. A little glancing ... Crist? He said my name, once but very quietly in a clear vibration.

I was stunned.

This young man, why is he so? Maybe Crist is good and I still can't repay him. Since living in this world, slowly. But I don't think I deserve that. I started to touch both of his shoulders and slightly pushed back, then gave one a thin smile. However, he only closed his dark blue eyes.

"Look! Crist is gentle, kind, considerate, perfect! You're making it like this is outrageous, Red!"

Heee, his remarks seem to be fishing the faceless Crist ... flat? In an expression I don't understand.

"So, try not to be stubborn" continued Professor Caterine.

And I fell silent, for a moment.

Ha-ah, my words give Crist goosebumps but Professor Caterine just looks at me flat. He replied, "OK, so when did that happen? When you were born?"

Hearing the question, I began to shut my mouth with my right hand. "No. If I'm not mistaken, I've stopped feeling pain since my whole body became dark-ah, yes, I also stopped aging when I became all black."

He looks ... grinning? It was a little horrible, especially saying, "Your body is unique. I wanted to investigate it further but Crist kept holding me back. Hoya, oya, Crist, do you want me?"

"... Miss, should we talk about this again?" the young man grumbled with his tired forehead.

In a laugh, Professor Caterine finally said, "Red, listen. Perhaps from the beginning your body was indeed not immortal--"

"How can you?!"

"Young people are very curious and excited. I said, listen to me." He began to fold his hands in front of his chest. It made me feel a little distracted because-Red, stop thinking that no-no!

"Maybe your body from the beginning is not eternal, but there is a thing; or a thing; or whatever it is that makes you immortal, that is, your darkness. When you arrive here, your aura is indeed thick, anyone can definitely feel it even within a radius of five meters more. But now? There aren't. Even look, your hair is red, isn't it? Maybe slowly you're back to your original condition."

I blinked and rubbed my face with two hands. "But I'm the son of the devil."

Ah, suddenly felt my head gripped from above and forced to turn. Professor Caterine had already leaned over her purple eyes combing into every crack of my body. I was stunned and felt blushed.

"Say, where can you call yourself a child of the devil?"

Eh?

By rubbing my neck I said, "Remember me?"

He took his hand off my head. "Okay, memory says. Look, you're thousands of years old, how can you be sure you remember everything that happened in your life? Moreover, I heard you were also controlled. Let's play logic. If your memory is faint, even if you are controlled, your memory may be manipulated or even closed."

I was stunned to hear him, but he continued to say, "Why by yourself? Judging from the psychological side, you are very vulnerable. It feels like a human who has a dragonic there is nothing as fragile and friendly as you, why can it? Because dragonic power arises over the strength of one's soul. But you are unique, which makes me curious. Your soul wavers easily, but your dragonic power is above average."

At first glance I heard Professor Caterine muttering as she closed her mouth and slightly lowered her head. His voice was very, very slow but I caught him saying, "Huh, even though his past is terrible it shouldn't be this fragile. Maybe the long-lived are different? Hah, but Lucian's not. Why, huh? Also surprised. Is it because the old man hasn't reached thousands?"

Ah, he thinks so much about me.

Linking my fingers, I finally ventured to say, "I'm different, right?"

"Yes, you are different, eternity makes you different. Lucian said you're a thousand and that can't be wrong. But look now, you can get hurt like a normal human being."

As my eyelids blurred, I immediately stared in disbelief at the woman who had returned to sitting relaxed. But Professor Caterine just smiled gently under the sun and said in her shade, "You're human, Red."

I lowered my head, still loyal with a stunned expression because ... why must it be now, from all this time? Why should I die at my best? Empty questions re-emerge, but drown in the color of tears that flood the heart; leaving me claustrophobic. There is no meaning to an ideal that comes late.

Too late, I don't need death.

"Isn't that good? I remember when you were first able to wear your uniform normally, you smiled so wide and full of vigor" Crist said gently in an ordinary warm scythe arch. However, I just looked at him in disbelief. Somehow hearing it actually feels pain in the chest, not happy?

Professor Caterine is the chairman of the Consulting Department, and he certainly knows more and more about me. All his words are valid. Once I can truly accept myself, this happens? Why not from the beginning? Really inexhaustible.

Suddenly the door of my ward opened forcibly-eh, Neor? It seems that he came to see us in one department, but why did he stop? Especially now Professor Caterine to a big smile that is very-ah! The girl immediately left.

"Why did he run? I have no problem being looked at by him," I said just now.

Instantly silence on the air, making awkward. The sun was still emitting its rays but cold air pierced in every second. Somehow why the air became riled up like this, why were they so tense?

Crist finally opened his voice, "Fate is still being treated in a room not far from you, do you want to see him?"