『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

You were born to the demon king and queen, two beings who held immense power and authority over the Underworld. As their daughter, you inherited many of their traits, both physically and mentally. Your body was adorned with various horns and tails, reflecting your demonic lineage. Your skin had a pale, ethereal glow that seemed to pulsate with an inner energy. Your eyes were a frightening shade of red, filled with wisdom and malice.

Your abilities as the daughter of the demon king were immense.

The moment you opened your eyes, the world came into focus. Surrounded by soft, warm darkness, you found yourself nestled in a comfortable and familiar embrace. Your cries were soon met with gentle coos and soothing lullabies as a pair of loving hands cradled you close.

"Oh, look! Our little one has awoken," said your mother, her voice filled with affection. "She's just like her father." As the words washed over you, a sense of warmth and belonging spread through your tiny body.

Your mother's eyes widened in delight as she gazed at you with unbridled affection. "Oh, isn't she just the cutest thing?" she gushed, her voice filled with admiration. Your father chuckled softly and leaned in close to stroke your tiny horns.

"Indeed she is," he said, his deep voice rumbling against your delicate skin. "A perfect combination of both our strengths."

Your father's touch was gentle yet firm, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. As he continued to stroke your horns, you let out a series of happy giggles that filled the air with joy and contentment. Your mother couldn't help but laugh in response, her amusement only adding to the warmth that surrounded you.

"She's going to be quite the charmer when she grows up," she said with a knowing smile, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Just like her father."

Your father looked down at you with pride and love, his expression softening further as he saw the adorable smile gracing your tiny lips. "She already is," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Our little demon princess." With that, he planted a gentle kiss on your forehead, sealing the bond between parent and child.

Your mother, seeing the signs of your hunger, smiled reassuringly and picked you up. "Come now, little one," she cooed, rocking you gently in her arms as she made her way to a nearby chair. Once seated, she expertly unlatched her breast, presenting it to you with a tender smile.

"Go on, dear," she encouraged, watching as your tiny lips and nose twitched before finally making contact with her nipple.

Your mother let out a soft sigh of pleasure as you began to suckle eagerly. Her fingers gently stroked your back, soothing and comforting you as your tiny jaws worked in rhythm. The warmth of her breast flowed into you, nourishing your body and filling your belly with the sweet, rich milk that would sustain you for now. As you fed, a sense of contentment washed over you, making it impossible not to feel loved and cherished in this moment.

Your father chuckled as he watched you finish your meal, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "She's certainly got an appetite," he observed, before leaning down to gently brush a stray lock of hair away from your face. "And she's growing so fast already."

Your mother nodded in agreement, her expression soft and loving as she carefully detached you from her breast. "Yes," she said, cradling you close once more. "

The sight of your tiny, adorable yawn caused both your parents to erupt into giggles. "Oh, you're just too cute," your father exclaimed, wiping away a tear of laughter from his eye. Your mother couldn't help but join in, her shoulders shaking with mirth as she held you close.

After your yawn had subsided, they decided it was time to put you down for a nap.

Your father chuckled as you yawned cutely, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "She's certainly adorable when she's tired," he said to your mother, who was also giggling at the sight. They both took turns rocking you gently until finally, your eyelids grew heavy and closed, signaling that it was time for a well-deserved nap.

Your parents exchanged knowing glances as you let out another adorable yawn. "She's just like her father," your mother whispered, her voice filled with love and admiration. They continued to watch over you fondly, marveling at the tiny features that made you so irresistibly cute despite your demonic heritage. As they shared this quiet moment together, it was clear that their affection for you knew no bounds.

Your parents exchanged satisfied glances, their eyes filled with nothing but love and pride for you. They both knew that this little demon princess would grow up to be a force to be reckoned with, inheriting the best traits from both of them. As you drifted off to sleep in their loving arms, they couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over them; for they had given life to something truly special.

Your parents sat together, lost in thought as they contemplated the perfect name for their precious daughter. After much consideration and discussion, your father spoke up, his voice firm yet gentle: "I believe we should name her L'feyre." He paused, looking to your mother for confirmation before continuing. "It means 'flame' in our ancient language; a fitting symbol of the passion and power that she will undoubtedly possess as she grows older."

Your mother smiled softly at him, nodding her agreement. "Yes,"

You stretch and yawn, sitting up in your crib. Your two tiny front teeth glisten in the soft light as you smile around them cutely. "Good morning, sleepyhead," your mother coos, leaning over to plant a kiss on your forehead. "It's time for breakfast."