"Master I'm done with my training"
"Nice work Launi"
"I don't get a prize?"
"HAHA... Your prize will be the knowledge you obtained through the training"
"Boring... Anyways, see you tomorrow master. I've got some friends waiting for me"
"Alright then, be sure to rest up for tomorrow's training"
"Alright. See you tomorrow!"
Those were the last words Launi left me. She was a promising apprentice, bright, bold, and eager to learn. Alas, fate took her too soon. I've taught different kinds of apprentices the past millennia, more that I can count. But, not one had lived long enough to kill me.
Damn that God for cursing me with immortality.
I've walked through this path millions of times. I remember when it was just a simple dirt path with trees dancing with the soft breeze and birds singing a lovely melody throughout the day. Houses made of wood and cobblestone stood proudly, and the sweet laughter and kids that filled the open fields. Now, all of it has been replaced by cold hard cement and lamp posts that flicker endlessly, buildings towering even the grandest trees, stretched across the ones open fields. The beauty had really disappeared. How I miss the good old days.
Suddenly a sound snapped me out of nostalgia. An infant's cries?
I looked around, but couldn't find where its coming from. So, I followed the sound, letting it pull me into an alleyway. The alley reeked of mold, the walls covered with gunk and trash scattered all over the ground. At the end of the alley was a box wrapped in rotting newspaper, and talismans?
"That's where it's coming from" I whispered.
I inched closer. With every step an aura of blood and dark magic seeped out of the box. I slowly lifted the cover and peeked inside. A baby? No, it's not a normal baby. It had stubs coming out of its head. A demons child.
Suddenly, a bright white light flooded from behind me. I turned. The damn God that cursed me stood there, her form revolting as ever.
"What do you want?" I said rasing my eyebrow.
"That infant... Dost though still seek oblivion?" Her voice firm.
"It's none of your business" I snapped.
"That infant carries the blood of demon and man" she continued.
"So?"
"A hybrid, a being born of sin and soul — the only blade sharp enough to cut through immortality."
"Oh really?" I sneared
"If thou wouldst end thy cursed existence, raise the hybrid into a weapon of death" her voice persuasive.
"Why should I listen to you? You cursed me"
" Because thine heart yet aches to see thy beloved once more" She said with a hint of mockery in her voice.
"What if I don't want to die. Huh? Gonna kill me?" I said mocking her.
"The choice is thine alone"
And just like that, she disappeared. I turned back to the infant. If what the God told me was true. This might be my chance to end it all. So, I took the infant home.
Back home I prepared everything that I know an infant needs: bottles, diapers, and fresh new clothes. But first I'll determine what gender it is. I gently placed the box on the table and lifted the dirty white linen cloth covering the infant. It's a boy?
"Since you're a boy. Your name will be Zyler. Is that okay with you Zyler?" I said poking his cheeks.
He grabbed my finger. His grip was strong, it's like he's a full grown man. But still, I have to admit he's cute.
I must train him well. He'll be the only one able to end my suffering...