Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out?

287 The Memories Of A Demon Lord —–

Beelzebub grew stronger and bigger, as he met the rest of his village. Their race was called Beelzeflies, and they were a race of Insectoid Demons who lived in isolation as a group within large caverns inside an old and cold area of the demon continent. They ate fruits and anything sweet they could find, but also often ate carrion, and sometimes hunted small critters to eat when there were no fruits for nutrition. Because they were big and flying took a lot of energy, eating sweet things was preferable for them, and they favored them above other meals.

They were a peaceful race of demons; however, it seems that Beelzebub’s father had died before he was born, and his mother raised him and his siblings all by herself. The other families always had a father and a mother, so Beelzebub sometimes asked his mother where his father was.

“Your father is... He... Well, he went to hunt.” She said. “One day, he’ll come back...”

“Oh...” Beelzebub seemed to realize his father might never come back after a few years, but his mother somehow always lived with the hope that her husband would one day come back. Death was normal for them, as they lived in the wilderness, it was dangerous to go too deep into the forest surrounding the caverns where they all lived together.

Beelzeflies were gentle-natured and empathetic, always helping each other. Beelzebub’s family was helped many times when they needed food, it seem they learned how to survive by sharing and caring for one another, like a big clan, or maybe a big family.

When Beelzebub grew into maturity, and became a young adult, he went off to hunt for his first time into the nearby meadows, grabbing one of his father’s spears, he attempted to catch a horned rabbit to bring home so his mother and his siblings would eat something more filling than flowers or mushrooms.

However, when he came back home... As he got closer, he felt the scent of something burning, and saw clouds of black smoke rising into the skies.

Using his wings to fly as fast as possible, he reached his home at long last, finding flames engulfing the interior of the caves. Humans wearing armor and wielding weapons began to throw flammable torches covered in oil inside the caves, as the screams of many Beelzeflies resonated across the mountain.

.....

“Gryyyyaaaaahhh!”

“It burns! Help! HEEELP!”

“Mama! Mamaaaaaa!”

“A-Ahh... Ah... Ahhh...” Beelzebub felt completely frozen in time as he watched the entire mountain burn. The humans below were talking about the people burning, and taking down anybody that crawled half-burned from inside with weapons, brutally crushing them into pieces.

“Burn them all!” ????????????????????????d. ????????ｍ

“Disgusting flies...”

“We’ve got enough of you stealing our food!”

“Don’t listen to their human-like voice, they’re just illusions! They’re trying to trick you into thinking they’re people... they’re all monsters!”

“To think we would find such disgusting creatures... Well, this is the Demon Continent after all.”

“P-Please, not my daughter! Please!!!” A male Beelzefly crawled outside of one of the caves, his wings completely burned, so he couldn’t fly. He was holding a little worm on his arms, and trying to run away as fast as possible. But the humans caught him, piercing every limb with their spears as he implored them to not hurt his daughter, the little white worm he was carrying.

“No, please DON’T!!!”

However, the humans didn’t listen, pointing their spear at the little girl, which they found disgusting, she was a baby so she didn’t knew what was happening confused, she began to bubble saliva from her little mouth. The humans felt so disgusted that they immediately pierced her body with countless spears. The little girl didn’t even gave a cry of agony, as Beelzeflies couldn’t make sounds until they grew into adults.

CRASH!

Her entrails spread into the floor, as the father began to cry in agony and despair, cursing the humans furiously, as his dark magic suddenly exploded, attacking them.

“A-AHH... AAAAAHHHH! Y-YOU DAMN... YOU DAMN HUMANS!!!”

CRASH!

However, a spear hit him in the head, splattering over the floor... He died quickly before he were to even avenge his daughter, and the humans were barely hurt by his magic. Beelzeflies had the talent for dark magic, but many of them didn’t developed it as they had lost the ways to use it long ago.

Beelzebub watched in despair, hiding behind a tree. If he got any closer... he would be mercilessly slaughtered like everybody he saw. But... what about his family? His mother and his siblings? He looked deep into the mountains, until he found them... his cave was not with fire but only leaking a lot of black smoke. And from inside, the humans were throwing out the charred corpses of several little Beelzeflies and a big one. Almost unrecognizable now... They were his family.

“A-Ahh... N-No... Why... WHY?!”

Beelzebub cried desperately, as he forced himself not to fly towards the humans. He was a weak juvenile; he would surely die by their attacks. The only advantage he had was flight, and the humans had good archers who easily caught anybody that tried to fly away with arrows covered in oil and set ablaze.

Beelzebub continued looking into the corpses, as his hatred grew larger than his sorrow, he continued breathing heavily, looking at the humans constantly with his big eyes... his heart grew darker, and his entire body exuded an aura of pure malice.

“Y-You damn humans... I will kill all of you... I will kill you all!!!”

Beelzebub gritted his jaws, flying away as fast as he could, leaving behind everything that was important to his life, and only carrying the desire for vengeance which he brought within his heart until his last moments against my parents.

When I was brought back to reality, I looked at Beelzebub, as he seemed to be rather surprised, it seems he also saw glimpses of my past, and of my previous life as well.

“Y-You’re... a reincarnated person...” He said.

“Yeah... Anyone that makes a familiar contract with me gets to see it...” I sighed.

“I saw your past... I suppose... We are not so different.” He admitted.

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