Zell turned towards the elderly man; he seemed a little older than before he began crafting; although Zell knew the human form of gratitude, he was clueless for a demon, so he gave a humble bow, with his honest feelings pouring from his body.
Delight, happiness, joy, deep appreciation, and gratitude for what the man gave him.
"Honestly, I am so thrilled, and right now, my mind and body are filled with the passion for going out there, starting from scratch and crafting weapons and items to use all this knowledge you have given me! I have not felt such passion since I.... can remember."
He couldn't speak about dying, but his face showed a sincere and serious reaction, like losing their parents or loved ones.
Zell didn't understand demons; not sure if they had loved ones or things like that.
"Oh my boy, I can feel your honesty, and my decision wasn't wrong; your lack is different from regular demons; is it your dragon's blood? Who know's!"
The old man began to chatter to himself in a whisper before making a loud noise.
"That's it! From now on, you are my grandson! I've always wanted to enjoy what those other races called "family" or "bonds"; thus, my first and only disciple shall be this old man Baal's only family in this world!"
"Call me grandfather, Old man Baal, Pops, anything! Since I gave you my gift and two of those women vouched for you, don't worry, I will ensure you never fail!"
Zell stopped for a moment, a little too intelligent to take things at face value; his passion dipped for a moment before wanting clarity and understanding.
"But why give me so much and then offer me more?"
When Zell spoke, Baal's face became solemn and bitter, like he ate a bowl of lemons but didn't see the desired scenes.
His bleak face looked towards Zell before he began to speak.
"Well, boy, to be honest, I once had an old friend; that friend was extremely strange for a demon; whenever we took over worlds together, he wouldn't pillage or slaughter; he would save small numbers of beautiful women and their families...."
"Oh?"
[I want you to collect many basic crafting materials, wolf pelts, leather, ores, and ingots, mainly copper or bronze.]
ραпdα Йᴏνê|(сòm) [I will reward all of you for this help!] all the girls need to help with this, but you have my word, Cynthia.]
Zell messaged Cynthia in his mind before cutting the connection to focus on old man Baal's story.
"He would settle them on his land; being a demon prince did have its luxury; his sister was also the demon goddess of lust, which helped him to avoid needless battles."
Baal looked towards Zell outside the window, showing the various scenes in his memory. This caused Zell's mouth to open wide, watching a younger handsome Baal with another familiar man.
They were a little different from normal demons, the sights of them walking around together, fighting together, and the other man would flirt with the other women rather than fight or enslave them.
"His name was Zelgan, the former emperor of lust; he would slowly charm the women before they chose to become his concubines at will; it was strange to me, who only loved to create weapons and items with my skills..."
The story continued as the pair were almost inseparable, and finally, it happened.
Baal fell in love with one of the captured women; she was of the fairy race and seemed quite frail; thankfully, he was one of the few upper demons with sexual organs, or his love would have nowhere to go.
"Years after we became husband and wife, we met a strange woman, neither person nor animal, with blue hair and fluffy ears. She foretold of my wife's future sickness and the joys that we would have a daughter together."
Joy and happiness filled the room as brilliant flashing tethers of light filled the room, showing the figure of a beautiful mature woman; her silver wings and eyes were dazzling, almost familiar, as Zell listened intently.
"She would help us for many years with her words, only asking for a simple favour once the time came, which was fair."
The images showed a happy family of three, two beautiful women, one mature like a graceful mother and a small, naughty little girl who liked swinging the swords made by her father.
Zell watched as their lives passed, years as the girl, now looking around 15, became a beautiful but slightly cold-looking woman, more features of Baal than her mother, but the silver eyes remained as suddenly disaster struck.
Flames, death and carnage, filled the images.
"Then everything changed; around 5000 years before the current attack on your world, a new demon emperor of wrath appeared, and he destroyed the empire of Zelgan. I lost my best friend of hundreds, nearly thousands of years before the fortune-telling woman gave me another prophecy."
His face was bleak, and sorrow filled his heart because he knew it was true; the current wrath emperor hated the other races and how they "polluted" demon blood.
"Her only request was for me to one day teach my skills to the boy with dragon and demon heritage. However, I never knew the accurate details. At one point, almost teaching that boy Amon, who, like you, has the same features, yet his blood isn't as pure...."
"Then why?"
Zell was curious; if he thought it was Amon, what turned his thoughts to himself?
"The goddess of lust and depravity, the elder sister of my dear friend who finally became the goddess, tearing down the former out of disgust for her abandoning her brother in the past. Once she mentioned you, it felt like a sign... Not only that, but I can feel it; the faint radiance of my late wife's aura is on your body; she was sent to your planet with our child, probably arriving 40-50 years ago."
The old man's eyes became wry; somehow, he realised that this boy reminded him of Zelgan, far too much before the radiance and hue were just like after that man caused them to fall in love with him, they slept over at his mansion or castle.
'This boy... He isn't my "actual" great grandson-in-law or something, right... Did that lynx woman foretell this far!?'
Zell's body quivered, and suddenly, the old man's face became filled with zeal and delight, but how would Zell know the man's thoughts? Only felt a cold sweat down his back before a bellowing laugh resounded in the room, the hoarse voice broken by a happy tone.
'She lived!! My cute daughter and wife lived! They had more children! Just like that woman said, all these years, I was too scared to ask, only a mere 50 years of our almost limitless lifespan... Soon! I can see you again soon, Evelyn! Elizé!'
"Boy! You have been fated to come here from the start, a woman with blue hair, strange robe-like garbs and cat-like ears! She was the one that told me to search for a boy with a demon and dragon blood, while Zenovia, the goddess of lust and depravity, told me where you were!"
The world stopped for Zell, his movements, the thoughts on seeing if this man was tricking him; suddenly, he almost wanted to cry, filled with confusion and affection.
'She couldn't be that obsessive and affectionate for me, right!?'
Zell thought of a certain woman, who was probably sleeping on his chest in cat form right now; the sudden realisation that two women seemed to be working towards helping him in the shadows while Yinfra was helping on the surface, he felt overwhelmed by their support.
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