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The night was dark as an endless void as the wind sang a sorrowful, song. A figure in a long dark cloak that seemed to blend into the starless night, took almost inaudible steps in the pathless and wild forest. Holding what seemed a tattered bundle.
The figure was followed by two strange grades. One was a towering female orc with skin as green as poison and as bulky as a brick house. Despite the orc’s balk and mass, she moved as smoothly as water.
the other guard moved just as swiftly, it was a dark hairless creature, skinny and as spindly as a tree. It had no mouth or features other than its, pupiless, eyes that glowed despite the lightless night and pointed ears.
The three moved with a purpose despite the night being as dark and cold as an abyss, and the forest being so dense that even if you could see it seemed like an endless maze. They eventually come to a small dilapidated castle some trees growing out of its walls. “Should we at least patch it up” asks the orc cautiously.
“What’s the point, just open the door so we can leave” sneers the figure, the voice is feminine, a woman. The orc nods shooting the thread bair bundle the woman in a clock carries, a sympathetic look before she and the other guard open the rotted wooden doors. With no hesitation the woman strode into the building, dropping the burden she carried to the stone floor. The reaction is instant, as soon as the mass hits the stone floor, there is a noise of surprise and then sobs as the cloth moves and writhes in pain revealing a miserable two-year-old little boy.
The toddler was just as odd as the three that took him there. His hair is as blue as the summer sky with tiny little black bumps protruding out the top of his head. His features were unfortunately soft, except for his slightly sharp claws and the spines that protrude from his back and elbows. his little wings and pointed ears droop as his demon tail curled around himself protectively. Even with everything else his most prominent feature was his big chary red nose wich was the size and shape of of a ball, making him look rather ridiculous, as well as pathetic.
He looks up at the woman who cruelly deposited him onto the floor with tears still in his sea-green eyes. Despite his pain and distress, the boy is smart enough to not call out to her even though he is so young. But still, he wants to be picked up again to be comforted. The woman however looks back at him in scorn. “Week thing this is more than you deserve. I can’t believe such a thing came from me” she chastised.
The boy flinched curling into himself “Da” he agreed miserably. All hope of anything other than anger from his mother is gone. She snorts “Don’t look so pathetic. at least you could have looked cute your charm might have gotten you somewhere. But as it is, a miserably, weak, arch demon like you has no place anywhere but here! Be grateful you even have a place.” The woman berates the boy. The boy nods gripping his knees tightly he doesn’t understand fully, what she is saying he just knows she’s disappointed in him again.
He had tried to do the stuff he could understand or the stuff she taught him. But either he can’t seem to manage, or his efforts don’t compare to his other siblings. He seems to understand better than most kids his age, but that doesn’t seem to help none.
He remembers the time she summoned a magic fire to her palm and he tried to copy her. He’d been so thrilled when he managed a little spurting spark. But when he had looked up at her, she had only squinted at him her eyes seemingly asking if that was it. She later had made comments about how his sister had almost burned down the castle when she made the same attempt. He’d been confessed, wasn’t burning down the castle a bad thing? but his mother sounded so proud of his sister that he wondered why he couldn’t do the same.
That and other instances have the boy confused. Why can’t do what his siblings have done at his his age? Why are his efforts if successful, so weak? Why does it matter so much? He was young too young to be asking himself this in as much detail but there was a discomfort and confusion and a creeping inadequacy. And now his mother had brought him here. Was he supposed to stay here? Did she bring him out here to test him again? He had no idea
And didn’t have the vocabulary to ask and didn’t dare to.
She shoots him a scathing look before turning. The toddler's fear of more pain is quickly being overcome by the panic of being left alone. He tries to quickly follow after her. However, she turns on him with a glare cold as ice seems to sit into his very bones stopping him in his filtering steps and causing him to fall on his backside. Tears welled up in his little eyes again. “…. If you’re really abandoning, then you should at least name him.” The voice is thousands of whispers at once and comes from everywhere.
His mother paused in glaring at him. Shooting a similar murder glare at the creature with no mouth. She is unhappy with the concept, but not able to reject it.
The custom of archdemons is usually to name their kids after a significant accomplishment. Like almost lighting the castle on fire, or flying as high as the tallest tower. Unless the child dies or they think they’re going to. So if she’s leaving the child to die, not wanting to get her hands dirty with his blood she should at least name it.
She turns fully her face scrunching in distaste as she stares down at the whimpering welp. Then her lips twist cruelly. “Buggy”. The now-named child Buggy, tears stopped not knowing the malice behind the name. The Buggy can’t help being a little happy. It’s not only a name, but it’s the first thing he’s been given.
“Uggy” the boy tries to taste it out but he’s simply too young to say his own name properly.
The woman nodded her head “Worth as much as a bug so Buggy” she clarified. It was a cruel name. a name that showed she thought he meant as much as a bug, a small insignificant week.
To her, he wasn’t even worth a nonsense human name. For their kind names are very important and are meant to embody the child’s future. They are things that will stick to their marrow and are something they can’t change or forget until they die. They give them power and show that they are someone individual amongst the hordes of nameless monsters they live amongst. Knowing a demon or an arch demon’s name and the right incantation as well as the correct ruin will bind them.
Buggy nodded not catching the insult. He liked bugs. They are small resilient and could do very crafty things. He looks up at her expecting her to give him his full name.
But she just snots her tail causing the fabric to move in its swishing agitation “Don’t be greedy I’m not wasting magic on more than that”. it does take magic to give something like them a name usually the parent uses just a little bit of their own magic and as the child grows the name and the magic grows with it. Buggy does not know this but accepts her words.
It’s not a full name and he can’t realize how cruel the name is. But even a name such as Buggy means you are at least something we’ll not name at all just means you are nothing.
She turns again this time striding for the door. Buggy stares after her in distress, his little fingers clenching and unclenching in his shirt.
But he is smart enough to realize that after his first attempt at following was denied his mother didn’t want him to go after her.
The two guards start to follow as he attempts to get up again, not sure what else to do. Only the orc hesitated as he watched them go. “Be careful little one just because your mother didn’t want to dirty her hands doesn’t mean other arch demons won’t want to get rid of the competition.” She warns. He does not quite understand grabbing his little shirt in anxiety but he nods anyway hoping that it’s the right thing to do.
Hoping That the orc woman will see how good he’s being at agreeing and call his mother back. And she’ll scoop him back up in her arms again and he can go back home. That doesn’t happen and the orc nods back, looking satisfied. Then she too leaves. And with that Buggy is abandoned in the desolate castle. However, the child is lucky as he is unlucky And the small castle he’s abandoned in just happens to be enchanted. It’s a broken thing and does not always bring him everything he needs all the time. But at least food appears often enough that well he’s still so small he won’t starve.