I don't remember my childhood; I only recall small fragments of someone I once called mother.
She was like me, with long, rosy hair and naturally rosy cheeks, without any makeup.
She was a tall woman, that I do remember. I didn't know how old I was, but I remember running after her inside our home, a humble house she had built herself in the countryside.
Yes, the countryside.
It was a beautiful, calm, and peaceful place. I remember playing with a little orange kitten every day. I remember running through the rice fields, happy, as if nothing could go wrong, as if my world was perfect.
But... That world completely shattered.
I was sealed, sealed in a place I never thought I'd be, a dungeon made for me, to contain me while they waited to sell me—yes, the humans.
The humans I once swore to expel completely, the same humans who... brought, my Dear.
Yes, the Dear...
Meeting the Dear brought me back to a perfect reality. I wanted to follow him, I wanted to possess him for myself, even against his will, but I never did. I teased him, made him think of the darkest things possible, so he wouldn't abandon me, yet I still couldn't have the Dear for myself.
"My princess, follow your dreams." I heard in the vast darkness. "Mommy..." I tried to say, but it seemed like no sound came from my lips...
Gradually, in that darkness, I fell. And slowly, my memories returned.
The memories came in flashes, like glimpses of a long-forgotten dream. I saw myself back in that small house, with wooden walls that creaked at the touch of the wind. The familiar smell of herbs and fresh tea filled my senses, and the sound of laughter echoed through the corridors.
"Come here, my little one!" My mother's voice, full of warmth, called me from a room beside me. I saw myself running, my bare feet hitting the wooden floor, as I headed towards her with a smile. She was always there, a constant presence, always ready to hug me and make me feel safe.
I remembered starry nights, lying beside her in the field, watching the sky. "Every star has its own story," she used to say. "Just like you, my shining star."
But those memories also brought the pain of separation.
That fateful day when unknown men invaded our house, their rough hands tearing me from my safe haven. "Mommy!" I screamed, but she was far away, unable to save me from the darkness that engulfed me.
The reality that followed was cruel.
The dungeon where I was kept, the coldness of the stone walls, the sound of chains, and the emptiness that filled the endless days and nights. Loneliness was my only company, and darkness, my only shelter.
Yet, even in the deepest darkness, hope persisted. That's when I met the Dear, a beacon amid the despair.
He was different, with a kind heart that stood in stark contrast to the cruelty around me. He was my redemption, a chance for a new beginning.
"You're not alone," he would say, his words a balm for my wounded soul. And, slowly, I began to believe that there was something beyond the darkness, something worth fighting for.
"Dante..." my voice trembled as I called out to him, my fingers numb and my mind in turmoil. The world around me seemed to collapse, fragments of my past painfully merging with the present. The image of my mother reemerged from the shadows, like a persistent ghost in my memory.
They screamed, hatred blazing in their eyes. "Kill the demon!" Those words echoed off the cold walls of the dungeon, filling the air with a venom I would never forget. I saw my mother being brutally dragged away, a vision that replayed endlessly in my mind.
My mother was a demon. Yes, a succubus, just like me. Her long nails clawed at the air as her elegant form struggled against those who held her. The terror in her eyes mirrored my own fear. She protected me until the very last moment, her words of love muffled by the roars of hatred that surrounded us.
They dragged her away, and the sound of the door slamming shut sealed my fate. I was left there, alone, immersed in an eerie silence, the echoes of the accusations still reverberating in my ears.
A few seconds passed, and I heard screams of terror. Through the closed door, I heard the groans of men, women, and even children. I was terrified; how could I not be? I was just a child, no older than ten years.
"Run!" she had screamed, her voice a mixture of urgency and despair. "Run and don't look back!" But I couldn't move. I was paralyzed, my eyes fixed on the door. But finally, I heard her last scream, "Vex! Live your life without regrets! Follow your dreams!" I ran to the door and saw the devastating scene.
My dear mother, her nails stained with blood, her sweet Sakura-colored dress drenched in red, her arms torn, cuts marking her body, and finally, a man in golden armor impaled her with a spear as she fought against the others.
She fought with all the strength she had, but her power was no match for the overwhelming number of her attackers. I was a witness to the horror, watching her being overpowered and dragged away, until her figure disappeared into the darkness.
Her screams gradually faded, leaving only a deafening silence.
The next day, I was already captured, chained, and subdued simply for being born.
I was forced to see the body of my dear mother, impaled by the spear of a Knight in Golden Armor, being burned. At least she had a funeral; at least she could have watched me grow up; at least she...
"The Sin of Lust was subdued thanks to the Hero!" I heard...
Was it a Sin... that incarnation of my mother?
A Sin that had a daughter?
What sin was that, the sin of loving her daughter too much? Tell me, dear hero, what sin did my mother commit?
My mother was killed, so why wasn't I? Tell me, dear Hero, whom did you save by sparing me? Is letting a child grow up without her mother your idea of salvation?
So that's how I felt... Being a hybrid, is that why I wasn't killed? He would have been murdering an innocent child... and that's why I was imprisoned. So, that's it...
I don't need to be a Hybrid. I don't want to have Human Blood.
Sin of Lust... one of my mother's lives, so I just need to kill you and make my beloved bring my mom back.
I no longer want this idiotic blood. I am a Demon, a Demon who obeys and loves the True Lord of Hell.
My Master, My Love, My Dream, My King, My Emperor, My Hope, My Dante.
What the hell am I waiting here for? I'm going to my Husband.
My body needs to change, I need to be able to give my best to my master, I will be the best.
In Vex's mind, her world began to reconstruct itself, her life revived from zero, all her impure human blood was expelled and replaced with the blood of the Progenitor.
Her fragmented memory rebuilt itself, her entire life now clear.
She lived as a child, loved her mother, and lost her. Then she was imprisoned and lived years inside a sealed dungeon until finally meeting the one she loves.
She didn't need much; she only needed Dante, and she was satisfied with that.
Her body evolved calmly with the Progenitor's Gift, her body completely reconstructed and matured, her reserve of Demonic Energy, previously that of a Lesser Demon King, now comparable to that of a Superior Demon King.
The cocoon that held her cracked, and Dante and Evangeline felt the entire tenth floor tremble.
"What did you do?" Dante questioned his alter ego, who just grinned at him. "I made an upgrade." He remarked, shrugging his shoulders. "You wanted her alive, didn't you? Now, she'll never have problems again... hahaha." He laughed...
For some reason... "In theory... you are me and I am you, correct?" Dante questioned...
"Yes."
"Since when did I become so cheeky?" He asked himself, while Evangeline...
"Yes, you are very cheeky, master, sorry." She said, breaking Dante's composure... "Well, I follow my desires." He said, waiting for Vex to rise...
He felt movement and turned his attention to the woman, but he was surprised by a very tight hug that made him partially choke with the force. He only saw the pink hair flying, and the figure quickly pulled away.
"S-sorry! I'm not used to it yet!" She said quickly. The woman in front of him was... very sexy.
"V-Vex?" Dante questioned, analyzing the mature woman's body in front of him, different from before, which was a more controlled and less developed body now...
"Hey..." Dante murmured in his mind to himself. "I'm amazing, aren't I?" the Alter Dante said, for a second...
"Hey! What are you waiting for! Compliment me! I look beautiful, don't I!" Vex said, spinning around...
Her body had completely changed, she now had a pair of large breasts, her buttocks were well accentuated, and with curves of an hourglass that...
"Oh, and I'm no longer Vex Gremory! Yes, that's right, now Vex Scarlet! After all, I am entirely my dear husband's!" She said enthusiastically... she was eager to test this... new body with her husband.
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