Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out?

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"She's not a demon! I hate how these people are called after such a vile name that represents monsters that embody our sins and evilness… I bet her tribe has a name of its own… She's just… a lost girl, mistreated by the world…"

Sylphy's voice resonated through Faylen's mind, whispering constantly the words she had said to her mother. It was already very surprising that a girl at the age of 8 had such a grasp in the meaning of words, and even more in the true meaning of the word "Demon".

This… for the first time in hundreds of years, made Faylen think. What was a Demon? Could the name that everybody referred to the people that originated from the Demon Continent be wrong? What was the true definition of this word, and why did it… hurt Sylph so much even though she wasn't a Demon herself?

Why… do they call these people as Demons, when the only different they have between one another are appearances, but everything else is… so similar? Despite the myths saying that both humanity and demonkind are different… somehow, both live similarly, love their families, and have emotions and personalities.

Is the life of a demon really so low in value, even below that of a human or an elf? What makes the difference? Is appearance everything that makes a demon one? What else… could one identify a demon as? Was this little child, mistreated and beaten to almost death… a vile creature deserving of the name of a "Demon"?

"Of course not…" Sighed Faylen, waving her head. She smoked a bit from her pipe, as she sighed while looking into the starry night sky. There was a bright full moon glowing atop the sky, shining beautifully with silver light.

Her memories quickly recalled her past as she remembered how beaten down the little girl was… Such horrendous and dark memories resurfacing through her mind once more…

A dark landscape, with the sky covered in black clouds, as lightning was falling from the skies and an intense downpour was covering the entire battlefield, washing away the blood, the corpses, and the souls of the fallen… before her magic.

She stood in silence atop a cliff, as she was being praised by a large group of human soldiers for the destruction she had brought to these people… hundreds- no, thousands dead in just seconds. How frail was life before the ultimate magic she had learned over the many years of her life…

"Excellent work, Lady Faylen!"

"You have surpassed our expectations, Saint."

"Incredible, with this, we'll be able to charge straight towards the Demon King's last stronghold… We are close to end this war!"

"Demons… you're nothing but ants before the might of the heroes! Hahahaha!"

Faylen remained in silence, filled with contempt. She was trying to keep herself calm for what she had done, thinking that the goals justify the means… That this had to be done so they could continue moving… After many of her beloved companions died by the hands of the Demons, this was the least she could do to help humanity keep going and finally end this war.

But she couldn't contain her emotions. No matter how old she grew, she was still within her heart, a woman with emotions. She looked down into the charred corpses, fried alive by her lightning, countless of lives lost, who all were trying to protect their territory, their lives, and their people from the humans invading it.

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Faylen began to breathe heavily, as she gritted her teeth. The more she looked into these corpses, the more her heart felt like it was about to burst in sorrow. Regret began to eat away her entire being, as her entire face darkened, disgust filling her throat as she was barely containing herself from vomiting out of the disgust of the scene, while all those behind her laughed… as if this was something beautiful and funny.

"What… what have I done?"

Faylen fell to her knees, every time she saw the demons corpses, she felt a stake hitting her heart. Each stake was more painful than the other, a wave of agony was washing over her entire body. Tears quickly began to flow like rivers from her bright emerald eyes. She not only noticed adults, but there were children… many children. Demons had lost most of their troops by now, and the children, teenagers, had begun to join their ranks in hopes to protect their families, their mothers, their grandparents, and anyone they loved.

And she… she took away their lives in a single second.

"No… T-This… What… Why did I did this? Was I blinded by the rage and sorrow of losing my comrades?!" She cried, hitting the ground. "I… I didn't learned magic to kill others… I didn't learned magic to do this… I…. I just wanted to heal people…"

Faylen constantly felt the same emotions she felt back then, as she fell to her knees suddenly. The memories of such traumas were eating away her sanity, as she began to burst into tears. She felt horrible, as if she were a monster… as if she were the real demon, and she remembered her daughter's words.

"I hate how these people are called after such a vile name that represents monsters that embody our sins and evilness!"

She realized she was perhaps the most worthy of such a name…

"I am the true demon here… Sylphy… I've always have been a demon…"

"Faylen!"

However, the warm voice of the one that kept her sane came running behind her. In a split of a second, a hug caught her from falling even deeper into her traumas. The warmth of his body quickly spread through her cold and freezing skin, calming her down.

"Don't cry… I know how you feel… Please… That was long ago! I know that demon girl might… awake old memories but… You're not alone… I am here for you…"

"Allan…"

Faylen hugged her husband, resting her face over his chest, and crying silently.

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