Timeless Hero Without a Goal

41st Tick: Immortal Episode 1

It was years upon years upon years upon years ago, a time when even history had yet to be recorded. In Hell, more specifically, in the demon realm, a demon simply appeared.

In the Hell, there were two types of demons. The pure-blood demons who were created and reproduced from actual hell spawns, and the lower-tier demons who were the remnants of humans. Within Hell was the demon realm where only proper demons reside, lower-tier demons were unable to even get close. With Hell being full of human sinners, murderers and who knows what else, it was understandable that their punishers were harsh. Pure-blood demons were tasked to punish them.

Except, that far back in time, things were just getting started. There were the major pure-blood families in the demon realm, the originators were still around. The first demons, created by the Devil. They were left to reproduce, eventually forming seven major families that ruled the demon realm. When the originators were old and on their death beds, a demon, for the first time, appeared out of nowhere. No one knew who he was, no one knew where he came from. No families claimed him as their own, no demon in the demon realm seem to recognise him. A kid that roamed the streets, not even knowing why he existed.

Once, when the Devil spoke with the originators, a question was brought up.

“Did our lord create another original demon?” One of them had asked.

There were about twenty original demons, ten male and ten female. It had been a century or two since they were created, and only had around half a century to go. The Devil, who had looked them all in the eyes in turn. They believed they were special, unique. The Devil started to speak, “Does it unnerve you?”

“What?” Most of them replied, confused as to where he was leading the question on to.

“Does it unnerve you to know there will be another original demon roaming the demon realm while you twenty die?” The Devil asked plainly with no disguise of his words. “If so, just go and kill him. I do not care for what you do in private.”

The twenty of them had ignored the wandering child for years, letting him roam freely. He went around, causing fights and stealing. He was not unlike the other demons, he simply had less manners. So while demons his age consumed meat that allowed them to grow, the demon child was unable to eat much if at all. His was slim for a demon, short and looked like a child even at twenty years of age.

Safe to say, he was hated by the demon realm.

Even so, he still managed to find a home, to find a place he could call home. An abandoned shack, poorly built, poorly lit and poorly designed. He had entered it and sat down inside, hugging his knees to his chest. For the first time, he was able to feel safe, to have a shelter over him. He called the place home because nowhere else would accept him. He wanted to be like others, but was unable to. He stared at the roof of his shack, and smiled, the shack was to be his home.

He stayed there, occasionally going out to find food to eat. He was uneducated, so he had to learn by eavesdropping on people’s conversations. He learnt the meaning of words, he learnt how to speak the demon tongue. However, even after a few years, he was still not that fluent in the language. He was just passing time, he had no goal, he had no wish, no future. He lived each day for the next, a meaningless existence. None of the demons liked him, he was a sin among sin. Demons were prideful, they pride themselves by finding the meaning in their lives. They would live their lives aligned with their goals, no matter how insignificant or impossible they were. For a random demon child to live against their ideals, there was no surprise when a certain group saw him.

It was a group of five, tall, bulky demons. They were much older than the demon child, but knew of him. They were together that day, and happened to have seen him run around. They were military demons, the power of their cursed were stronger than the average demons, and their physical body were stronger and tougher than rock. They had seen the child running, something clasped in his arms. The demon was only twenty-seven years old, and he was tackled to the ground by a bigger demon. The two tumbled over each other, the smaller demon felt the wind get knock out of him.

“We got him.” The one who tackled him cheered.

The young demon looked around, more demons surrounding him. He looked around, confused as to why there were so many demons. The package in his hands were forcefully taken away from him, the bread inside being ruined. The young demon’s dinner was ruined. The demon who tackled him laughed, waving the package in front of his face. “You want this? Act like the dog you are, maybe some demons might pity your miserable existence.”

There was laughter, the young demon did not understand. However, he knew he was being made fun of, he was being mocked. He snarled and jumped at the much bigger demon. The demon had grabbed his shoulders and pinned him to the ground.

“You’re a disgrace to demons. You deserve to die.” The demon said, stepping on his head.

The young demon struggled, but nothing he did worked, he could only accept his fate. But he wanted to survive, he was obsessed with surviving. So much so that a darkness started to surround him. It radiates such a sinister aura that the nearby demons needed to take a few steps back. The demon above him pushed down harder, but was thrown aside by the darkness. The young demon made eye contact with a few other demons before running away.

From that day, his situation became worse, he was a wanted criminal by the seven great families.