This group of demon 'nobles' was currently sitting in a circle. They sat around one very obviously pregnant demon. She also had a hulking body meant for strength. Her horns were a magnificent obsidian and her skin was as fair as milk. It seemed like she was the matriarch of the family, instilling order in her family and bringing them certainty. Truly a wonderful speciman to have as a mother. She's stroking her belly as she feels the kicks of her child, it seemed that she has been taking good care of herself.
The voice took the soul it was holding and put it into this woman's child. It tried to at least, the body seemed to reject the soul as soon as it entered. To be more precise the soul didn't accept the body. It needed a human vessel for the soul yet it didn't realize that until it was rejected. The voice tried one more time, really giving it his all to try and force the soul into it. This had very negative effects on the world around them. It made the world around them grow brighter and brighter as energy was flowing into the room. Trying to force this would only invite danger for them. Realizing this the voice stopped and turned to the only other planet in the system.
The planet was a mix of colors as many different species were living and warring on it. There were large swathes of green for either forest or plains, small patches of pink and red for… something. One patch of black that represented a massive battlefield that held demons and the other races. There is three massive bodies of water, one looks like a crater was there. The other two were linked around the planet joined at the north and south of the planet. This planet is tilted to allow different seasons on it, giving birth to resilient life that refuses to die.
On this planet lived many different races of creatures, many of which the soul cannot inhabit. So the voice looked around the planet and found two people who were together in a house. These two people were just sleeping at the moment yet one, a female, looked like she was 6 months pregnant. They are very powerful In the eyes of the voice, at least when you compare their battle power to their realm. As the voice was thinking the soul began to pulsate as if it was beginning to try and feel it's surroundings. The voice grew worried if the soul progressed too far it might die.
Thinking this the voice began to put the soul into their unborn child. This caused the child's current soul to drift off again, to look for a new body. If it could not find one that was suitable for it the soul would dissipate. This was simply the way things were. It had no memories to form strong binding emotions to keep it alive.
After the voice put the soul into the child it began to recede into the deepest parts of the cosmos. It needed to let things progress without interfering in anything. If it did that damned soul would probably kill it for what it did. It stole the soul from a precious cycle. One that made universes that had no will grow and prosper into full blown cosmos'. Though if the people who made that cycle found out, it would be placed into eternal suffering. Let's hope this doesn't happen together.
(The author has sadistic tendencies with his readers emotions, if you don't like emotional rollercoasters best to leave now. This is not for the faint of heart.)
The unborn child opened it's eyes for the first time in it's new life. All it saw was the usual wall of the uterus where it was being held. The body still had more growing to do and wouldn't be done for at least 3 months. So thinkg this it began to observe it's mother to see if she was ill or mistreated. He found no evidence of anything other than some scars left from battle. They were sword wounds or puncture wound from an arrow. They had remnants of their weapon energies. Little traces can be found from any weapon based on the form it's given. Then it can be reconstructed and determined what it is.
---------3 month time skip---------
As the child was waiting for that blessed moment, he was wondering on what method to use to get his name. He could control their minds, suggest them, or tell them his name. One he hates doing because that takes a beings freedom away from them. Suggesting the name to them would be better but still inhibit their freedom. Telling them his name would freak them out and possibly ruin his start in life. So let's have them name him something then switch monikers later. It seemed they had already settled on a name.
Finally the moment arrived, he was being pushed out and forced into the world. Once he slid out like he was covered in oil, there was a woman in a black outfit with a black and white headress. She looked like a typical nun. She was young though with soft and supple skin. Her eyes were a beautiful and lustrous shade of yellow like the sun. She had a simple upside down egg face. Her lips were a nice shade of red, like a peach that had fully ripened. Her hair was covered by her clothes and couldn't be seen. This all complemented her features nicely with her habit (name of nuns clothes).
Then the child looked at his parents, staring at them to fully take them in. His mother had wonderful purple hair that seemed to melt between red and blue. She had royal purple eyes that radiated warmth with a cold undertone. Her face that of a natural beauty that took very great care of herself. It was a heart shaped face that radiated both love and exhaustion. She clearly needed some rest to recover from such a stressful event.
Next he looked at his father, he was standing about 1.80 meters tall with a slim build meant for speed and agility. He had a face that was cold when looking at the woman who was holding the child, he wanted to see his kid yet she wouldn't let him. His eyes were a mix of cerulean blue and deep magenta, constantly changing as if they were being filled with power. He had a square face with big and bushy brows. He looked fierce along with his periwinkle blue hair. His mouth was of normal size with a large bottom lip, they are a nice and fleshy red like an open wound without blood.
After he looked at them the lady holding him handed him over to his mother. She began to cuddle him and call him, Sampson Jonas Sargon. It seemed their last name wouldn't be passed to him, instead he had his true name there. This wasn't planned by him yet sometimes the world will just follow along with what they were named in the past. That is if they were reincarnated. He wasn't in the mood to really play baby so he instead closed his eyes and tried to sleep first.
---------1 year time skip---------
Sargon (it's his last name I know but I will only refer to him as this, only his parents can call him something else.) He was currently crawling around their house, he's chasing a small insect that grabbed one of his snacks. He wasn't going to let that big ass beetle just getaway with it. He was slowly catching up to it as they entered the living room.
This room had a wooden table with three chairs. A metal oven that had a pipe leading outside, it was in the corner of the north side of the house next to a door leading to storage. Stone blocks built up the bottom of the house as it transitioned into wooden beams as it got halfway up. There was a window pointed towards the west side of the house to catch the evening sun. There is another door at the south side of the house where he just came from, this had his parents room and his crib. There is a door on the east side of the house that leads outside, the door had a window in it to let in the morning sun.
As he reached the end of the table he finally caught the beetle. It is a black beetle with a slit in it's shell to allow it's wings to open. It's about 8 centimeters long. It has a pair of mandibles that are holding onto what looks like a piece of bread. It has six legs, all about 3 centimeters long. Currently the beetle is freaking out as that baby shouldn't be able to hold it. It is a stage one beetle for fucks sake! It had minor intelligence yet no instincts, like it was a human before and now it's a bug.
His parents were currently outside talking with their neighbors. They help out whenever they can so they can earn some money while they're out here. Usually just getting rid of pesky monsters or unwanted pests that plague their fields. They were close enough to here a ruckus going on inside the house. This worried them, what was he doing to cause so much noise? So they hurried back to their house, only to see a beetle without legs and broken mandibles. Their baby is just sitting next to it eating the piece of soft bread they gave him.
When they saw the beetle they were first worried that it hurt the child. Yet when they grabbed him and looked him over they didn't notice any wounds or bruises. Suddenly his dad burst out in laughter, he realized that his son was already strong enough to handle a stage one beetle. His mother on the other hand had a worried expression on her face though. She reprimanded him saying "How could you laugh at this? What if he goes to play with other kids and hurts them? How can we prevent that without impeding his development socially?"
Her husband replied "it's nothing to worry about, look at how he did it. Notice that the wounds are clean and healed like it was born without legs? He clearly has a high level of control to be able to do that so precisely. There's nothing to worry about as long as they don't make him mad, so let's be sure to teach him proper manners and how to be nice."
She replied with astonishment "Your right, I didn't notice how clean the wound was. Look, not even a bit of splatter from the insides of it. Speaking of which, where are the legs ?"
Now it was her husband's turn to be surprised, as he was laughing his head was looking at the ceiling. There were 6 individual holes in the ceiling about 1 centimeter in diameter each. They were spread as if they shot straight up off the beetle. So he told his wife "look up there! There's holes in the ceiling, how the hell did he manage that?! Was he being protected by someone more powerful? I know that Knut has his tower near here and likes to keep watch over him. So maybe he took care of the beetle when he noticed it steal the bread?"
She shook her head, then said "He's out in the capital right now taking care of something. So unless he has an automated tower it's very unlikely that he had anything to do with it. I guess our little guy is really blessed by God. To be born with such strength at such a young age with such precision at that. Oh how lucky we are! We'll be able to have him as our little champion!"
When she said that she had picked up Sargon. Then held him up like he was something amazing. Lastly she brought him close and snuggled him almost to death. His body is still mortal, yet he has access to his soul and energy. Those of which have lasted for an eternity. He was embarrassed to have been picked up and snuggled like that. It's unusual for a mother to do that whenever he shows power, so this normally never happens. He thought to himself 'Why did I do something so blatantly stupid when they were close enough to hear me. I made sure to not make noise when I took care of it. Yet that bastard made more noise than me when he was running through the house. If only my damn body weren't so weak, yet if I was muscled out no one would say I'm normal. I need to learn the rules of this world quickly when I can read.'
Sargon was still too young to be taught how to read and write. He desperately wanted to read those magic books he saw in their room. Those held the basics of what made this world work, so he would know how to be normal. Though it would be weird to see a baby using magic, maybe not a three year old though. They learned the most basic magic there was, non elemental spells that did basic chores and menial labor. This allowed poor farmers to have many helpers on the farm, if they wanted to learn it that is. Most kids at that age just wanted to play at the age of three, they're toddlers for fucks sake.
When he saw his wife hug his son so affectionately, he came close and hugged them both saying "let us be a family for the rest of our lives, let this moment never end and happiness keep flowing. I love you Mary." Her cheeks flushed red and she spoke in a soft voice "I love you too John, I hope your right and this never ends."
The world suddenly stopped, everything, from the people to the plants and animals. Time stood still for everything in this cosmos, even the voice who was so far away was in a complete standstill. Suddenly a figure appeared in the room. It was completely white with two black eyes and they had black streaks that seemed to stretch for eternity in every direction. At this very moment everything was perfect. So it decided to keep this moment in time. A small replica of the entire cosmos appeared in his hand, with every little detail down to the placement of the particles of energy. He looked at this thing he was holding seemingly lost in thought. Then as suddenly as he appeared, he left as if nothing ever happened.
As time resumed once more sargon felt a disturbance in the flow of energy. Something massive was here just a moment ago. This disturbance was so small though he almost didn't notice it. It was like the world was suddenly superimposed onto itself, like a double image just off by one particle of energy. He decided that it probably wasn't important if nothing else happened. Strange things have been happening on this planet for a long enough time that it seemed normal. Right now he had to deal with two very affectionate parents.
---------2 year time skip---------
It was finally his birthday, he turns three this year. As it was his birthday he could make one request of his parents, for anything. He could ask them to do anything, yet he needed to be old enough to talk. That meant he needed to learn the language of this world and appear somewhat normal. His want for this birthday was simple, he wanted to read every magic book they owned.
Sargon was waiting patiently for them to bring out the cake from the oven. It smelled like the bakery his mother always went to on Sunday. She would pick up a couple fresh loafs of bread that was crunchy to the touch, it was a nice golden brown and tan as skin on the inside. It had a wonderful smell of fresh wheat and fermented bread depending on what she bought. This was something he enjoyed greatly.
Soon the cake was done. She took it out of the oven with her bare hands, giving no care to the heat that was coming from the pan. Ahe had some kind of grease in the pan before hand to make sure it wouldn't stick. As they were waiting for it to cool they began to sing "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Our dear little angel may you brighten everyone's lives just as you did ours." He could not stop blushing ad they sung the song for a full fifteen minutes. After they took it out of the pan Mary used an ice spell to chill it down to room temperature, can't ice a hot cake without the icing melting.
When she was decorating it she put extra effort into the compote to make it better and a little juicier. Then she cut it in half so she could put some things into it. A quick splash of the glaze onto it and another ice spell to get it to set. Lastly there was three candles put on it they were a light yellow in color, their yellow flames dancing on top of them.
Straight to the point as soon as he blew out the candle on the cake they made him. The cake was a strawberry cream cake. With a light vanilla cream imbetween two layers of strawberry sponge. It had a small amount of glaze on it and was shaped like a bunt cake. Inside the cake was a small amount of strawberry compote which added some much needed moisture to the cake. They had put three candles made of beeswax and twine onto it. Each spaced by thirds of the cake.