Clevatess stood amidst the ruins of the throne room, looking down at the Hero. She was seconds from death, her body broken by his power and her spirit shattered by her own King's betrayal.
"Your King is dead," Clevatess rumbled, his voice cold and final. "I have already erased him from his throne. You were sent here to die for a ghost."
He didn't let her slip into the peace of death. He sliced his own palm with a sharp claw, and a drop of Demonic Black Blood—thick and pulsing with ancient power—fell into the Hero's open mouth. The effect was instantaneous and horrific. Her wounds didn't just heal; they were stitched together by dark magic. Her soul was now chained to her flesh. She was forced back into the world of the living.
Clevatess then held out the Baby toward her. "This child needs milk. You are a woman. Provide it."
The Hero stared at him, her voice trembling with logic. "Are you a fool? I cannot breastfeed! Only a woman who has already given birth can produce milk. I have never had a child. It is physically impossible for me!"
She reached out her bruised arms, her heart racing as she looked at the infant. "Give the baby to me. I will find a nanny in the city ruins. I will find someone who can actually care for it."
In her mind, her thoughts were a frantic storm:I cannot entrust this child to a monster who just killed my King. But... this baby is the only thing stopping him from eliminating every human left alive. If I take the child, I take the world's only shield.
Clevatess's eyes flashed with a dark, golden light. "Impossible is a word for humans. I am Clevatess. I do not accept 'impossible'."
He refused to give her the baby. Instead, he raised his hand, and a surge of Black Magic erupted. He didn't rewrite her biology; he used his dark power to mechanically force the milk out of her body but to no avail he failed
Then, Clevatess's massive, terrifying frame began to shift. The ten shadow-tail with a fox head and a horn retracted. His body shrank, the heavy demonic armor melting away into a simple dark outfit.
In seconds, he stood before her in a new form: he looked like a young human boy with short, dark hair, wine-red eyes, and small, sharp horns poking through his forehead.
"The form of a beast is too loud for travel," the young boy-Clevatess said, his voice now high-pitched but still carrying an ancient weight.
They stepped out into the charred remains of the world, beginning their journey in search for a wet nurse who could properly care for the child.
thought:I
The King is dead. Alicia is a "Corpse Hero" kept alive by Clevatess's blood. They were captured by a gang called "The Crows"notorious slave smugglers