Just as the rift was beginning to close, the little Devil entered it, thus entering the new world. After a few moments, the rift closed. Just as the little Devil "gazed" at the sun, his "eyes" felt pain because of the intense sunlight – but that was a pain of happiness.
However...
"Finally, I escap-ACKED?!"
His victory was short-lived as another existence felt his presence and started wiping his soul out.
"Tch... This same dirty tactic again? At least my soul is used to such things... Hm... Let's see who it is."
The little Devil concentrated, suddenly feeling as if the entire world was out to slay him.
"What... Wait... Is this what they call... the will of the world? Is it trying to destroy me? Makes sense... From its eyes, I am an anomaly. A virus."
The little Devil pushed forward and saw a manor. He passed through the walls. He hovered above an enormous room where a round table sat at the center. A family was dining. One person stood out: an obese man wearing luxurious clothing, surrounded by a few children. A young, beautiful woman sat on the other side, dining as well.
"Huh... Guess they're a noble family. Hm... Let's possess the fatman."
The possession failed.
"Tch. Let's try the children and the wife."
All attempts failed.
"Tch... If this continues, I'll die... Wait... Is that...?"
He noticed a weak sense of a soul from the stomach of the beautiful woman.
"... Well, guess I have no choice."
He entered the woman's stomach. It was warm, dark, and wet. There, he see the fetus with its very weak heartbeat.
"Hm... I could make it struggle slowly and consume it, but... It might harm the body or, worse, cause an abortion. Let's just kill it using all my energy."
He spent one single unit of energy. Yes, that was his whole reserve. While he stayed in Chaos, he could not increase his energy capacity because his soul had been shredded so much by consuming other souls. However, thanks to his energy's maximum purity and density, his perfect control, and the fetus's very young and immature soul...
"Pop!"
The soul of the fetus was easily destroyed. The little Devil faced no resistance at all.
"Sorry, kiddo. But I want to live. Let's just hope this possession works and my soul is compatible with the body. Otherwise..."
He pushed his thoughts away. He possessed the fetus with ease.
"Huh... That was easy. Was it because the body hasn't developed yet, so it can mold to my soul? Meh... Let's stop thinking. Imma sleep for now... It's been... a very, very long time... since I ever slept..."
The little Devil slept. A few days passed. His energy level returned to maximum – one single unit. His shredded soul also started healing, albeit very slowly. Because of that, the will of the world could no longer harm him.
"Hmm... Good morning... or night... to myself. Anyways, let's see... Woah... My energy is recovering? Nice! I don't need to consume souls ever again! As for my pitiful soul... it's recovering. It'll take years to return to its former state. Whatever. Now let's check my surroundings!"
His senses could only reach a radius of one meter.
"...Fuck. Is it because I'm in a body now? Guess it wasn't all without drawbacks. Meh, the pros outweigh the cons. And woah... this mother of mine is a hottie. Pale beauty with black eyes and hair, but alas..."
The little Devil had already seen countless beauties in the memories of the souls he had consumed. He was not interested.
The weeks blurred. He grew accustomed to the muffled sounds – Cicilia's heartbeat, her soft humming, the rumble of her stomach. Then, one day, the labor day came.
Months passed. Labor day arrived. The young woman was surrounded by maids in her private chambers. The room smelled somewhat metallic. The midwife tried to calm her down.
"Miss Cicilia, please take deep breaths. Breathe in... breathe out. Yes, very good. This time is a bit harder than your last few, but you've given birth before. Don't worry."
"Granny... It hurts..." Cicilia gasped. "You said it yourself. But this time... it hurts like hell..."
"Shh... Calm down. It'll be over soon. Lucky for you, the little one seems cooperative. Now... push!"
Just as the poor mother fought for her life, the little Devil continued to look around using his senses.
"Phew... I was getting bored to death! My eyes will probably hurt from the first light and the cold outside. Now... the old hag is pushing on my mother's stomach to get me out! Hm... Let me help a bit and position myself better."
The little Devil finally did something good since his arrival. He decided to lessen his poor mother's suffering. Half an hour later, he was out.
Cold air hit his skin, making him shiver. He heard voices, felt rough hands, and smelled something... Clean? He couldn't explain it.
"Ah, Miss Cicilia, look! The baby..."
The Granny checked the baby's private parts.
"The baby boy is... Erm... Healthy? Why isn't he crying? Wait..."
The Granny started smacking the back of the little Devil.
"Ouch! What the fuck is this old hag doing? You want a reaction? Fine then, have one!"
The little Devil first shouted, then pissed on the Granny. He felt the warm wetness splatter on her chin. After sensing his pee on her face, he started laughing innocently.
"You little—"
"Give... give me my baby."
"Huh? Erm, of course, Miss Cicilia. Just... be careful. This one seems a bit mischievous."
A few minutes later, the door opened. The fat nobleman entered. Behind him came three girls and a boy.
"So... This is my son."
"Yes, Lord Henryk. This is our son."
"...Granny, can you and the maids leave me and my family alone for a moment? We want to speak privately."
Just as the scene started to look serious, the little Devil had another terrible inner dialogue.
"Hm... Being held by a hot babe isn't so bad. Just wish I had a more handsome dad. Hope his shitty genes don't affect my looks. And oh, my siblings! Thank God, all of them are girls – great, one of them is a son. God damn it. Now I have to fight for the inheritance later."
"Cicilia..."
"Henryk..."
Just as the two started talking about family matters, the children surrounded the little Devil and started chattering. The little Devil couldn't give a shit what they were saying, so he ignored them.
"Hm... This world looks like a medieval setting. Is there magic? And most importantly, is there a way for me to avoid dying? I'd rather not experience death ever again. Also, let's hope the fatman's genes don't ruin my looks – wait, what the fuck are these brats doing?"
The children started stretching and touching the little Devil. Tiny fingers poked his cheeks. A girl's hair fell across his face – soft, ticklish. Another squeezed his toes.
"Aww, look at our new sibling! He tries to look so serious! Look at his eyes. Who's so strong and independent, hm?"
The young boy was the first to affectionately play with the little Devil. Moments later, the sisters joined in.
"Argh... Oh well, being pampered isn't so bad. Let's enjoy it for now."
As Cicilia and Henryk quietly discussed future family dynamics and their problems, the scene before them brought a smile to their lips.
"You know, Cicilia... let's enjoy the moment for now. Let the future Henryk and Cicilia deal with the future problems. Let's have fun for now."
"Agreed, husband."