Page 34 of The Demon's Secret Baby

"What’s these?" he asks, his voice filled with curiosity.

"They tell the story of how we came here," I explain, kneeling beside him. "When our home world was dying, it was here that our Demon King brought us to save us all."

Kaelox listens intently, his eyes occasionally flashing with that otherworldly light that mirrors my own. It's a stark reminder of his heritage, of the power that flows through his veins.

"I’ll be strong like you?" he asks suddenly, looking up at me with a mixture of awe and determination.

I place a hand on his shoulder, feeling a surge of pride. "You already are, my son. Your strength comes not just from your demon blood, but from your mother's resilience too."

As we continue our tour, I share more stories of demon history - tales of great battles, of magic beyond imagination, and of the honor that binds our people. Kaelox drinks it all in, and I answer every question, loving this moment.

The next day, I ask Zylpha to join us, and even though I can tell she's reluctant, she agrees.

I stand tall, my chest swelling with pride as I lead Zylpha and Kaelox through the winding streets of Galmoleth. The city pulses with raw energy, a testament to our demon heritage.

"This way," I gesture, guiding them towards the bustling marketplace. "Watch your step, Kaelox."

Our son's eyes widen as we enter the sprawling bazaar. Demons of all types haggle over glowing crystals, shimmering fabrics, and artifacts that crackle with barely contained power.

"Dad, what's that?" Kaelox points excitedly at a vendor selling what looks like writhing shadows in glass jars.

"Those are shadow essences," I explain, ruffling his hair. "Very dangerous. Don't touch."

Zylpha tightens her grip on Kaelox's hand, eyeing the crowd warily. I place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "No one will harm you here. You're under my protection."

We move on, passing stalls filled with exotic fruits that change color as we watch and weapons that hum with darkenergy. Kaelox tugs at my hand, his attention jumping from one marvel to the next.

"Can I have?" he asks, pointing at a small, iridescent orb.

"That's a demon's eye, little one," the vendor chuckles. "Bit advanced for you yet."

I shake my head, steering Kaelox away. "Maybe when you're older."

We leave the market behind, heading towards the towering spires of the council chambers. Kaelox cranes his neck, trying to see the top.

"It's so big!" he exclaims, stumbling a bit as he walks backward.

"Careful," Zylpha warns, steadying him.

"These are where the demon lords meet," I explain. "To make decisions that affect all of Galmoleth."

I feel the air crackle with energy as the sky darkens ominously. A familiar tension builds, signaling the approach of one of Galmoleth's infamous lightning storms. It's near constant here, but this one, however, feels different - more intense, more primal.

"Watch this," I say, wrapping an arm protectively around Zylpha's waist. She leans into me, her body tense but trusting.

The first bolt splits the sky, illuminating the city in a blinding flash of purple-white light. The boom that follows shakes the very ground beneath our feet. Kaelox jumps, startled, but his eyes remain fixed on the spectacle above.

"Wow," he breathes, his voice filled with wonder.

More bolts follow in quick succession, painting intricate patterns across the dark canvas of clouds. The raw power of demon chaos magic manifests in each strike, a reminder of the forces that shape our world.

I pull Zylpha closer, feeling her warmth against me. Her eyes, too, are wide with a mix of fear and awe. "It's beautiful," she whispers, "and terrifying."

"Like much of our world," I reply, a hint of pride in my voice.

Kaelox tugs at my hand, pointing excitedly. "Look, Dad! It's dancing!"

He's right. The lightning seems to move with purpose, weaving complex designs in the sky. It's a light show unlike any other, a display of nature's fury guided by demonic influence.

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