Ethan opened his eyes, his senses becoming heightened as he regained consciousness.
Initially, he noticed that he was resting on a plush and cozy bed, surrounded by unfamiliar surroundings.
The room was dimly illuminated, casting shadows across the walls and floor.
"Where Am I ?" Ethan surveyed his surroundings carefully only to find that the room oozed sophistication, adorned with exquisite tapestries hanging on the walls and antique furniture crafted from dark wood.
Its view obstructed by thick curtains, allowed a faint stream of light to penetrate the room.
"Arghhh" As Ethan attempted to recall his memories, a sharp pain suddenly struck him that radiated through his brain.
It was as though his mind was being repeatedly stabbed, causing him to writhe in agony as he clutched his head.
The confusion he had experienced earlier swiftly transformed into apprehension and distress, as he attempted to comprehend the bewildering situation he was in.
At that moment, he became aware of an unusual transformation taking place in his physique.
Two dark crimson horns started to bony protrude from his forehead, and his ears elongated and sharpened.
The excruciating headache was unbearable, as if his skull was liquefying, and he eventually lost consciousness.
As the severe ache in his head dimmed, the horned-Ethan gradually regained consciousness, feeling disoriented and bewildered.
However, as he surveyed the surroundings, his recollections flooded his mind like a gushing torrent.
He was the fourteenth son of an archduke demon named Aswang, who was known as the dominator of the east.
He was now named as Vincent and currently, he lives in an old castle in outskirts as a source of shame for his family because he cannot grow wings, which are the symbol of the Aswang family.
He quickly organized his thought.
"If my memory serves me correctly..." He searched thoroughly the rusted table to find a small, dragon-adorned handheld device.
As he find it he quickly he rang it thrice, signaling for his servant to come.
Instantly, a man materialized out of thin air.
His appearance was impeccable, donning a form-fitting black suit and a pristine white shirt that contrasted sharply against his pallid complexion.
His neatly combed hair revealed his pointed ears, identifying him as a vampire.
He had wrinkles etched on his forehead, and a piercing blue eye that seemed to take in everything.
However, the most striking feature of the man, which caught Vincent's attention, was the black eyepatch that concealed one of his eyes, giving him an enigmatic and intimidating aura.
Vincent concously knew that the man was his servant, Wilhelm.
"What has happened, Lord?" The servant's expression remained unchanged, but his tone conveyed sincere concern as he caught sight of his master's two horns.
He didn't want to overstep his boundaries or seem presumptuous, so he remained patient and waited for his master to reply, clasping his hands in front of him as a sign of respect.
Even though Vincent was abandoned, Wilhelm still feared him because of his father, who was rumored to have killed an entire human cult that had tried to harm one of his son.
"I'm fine, just had a momentary lapse of control. Can you please get a bath ready for me?" Vincent's tone conveyed a sense of annoyance, as if he didn't want to be questioned further.
He had managed to feign composure as he was experiencing a sense of anxiety, unease, and apprehension deep within him, causing him to feel uncomfortable.
"Certainly, my Lord. I'll get your bath ready right away," the servant nodded in agreement.
Wilhelm quietly slipped out of the room, opting for the door instead of his usual disappearance act, sensing that his Lord was not in the best of moods.
Meanwhile, Vincent waited until the servant had left before taking the burgundy quilt and the bottle of ink embellished with a golden dragon from his study table, along with a two sizable piece of brown paper.
Since he was still perplexed by the two memories that seemed at odds with each other, Vincent attempted to record the inconsistencies.
[ Name Ethan (-----)?
a biology scietist, have a younger brother named as Isaac, died by the hands by his own invention, V̶i̶r̶g̶i̶n̶,̶ ̶s̶i̶n̶g̶l̶e̶, 35 years old, further past (?)]
[Name Vincent Aswang
14th son in Austin family, 17 old by Demon standard, Half Demon-Vampire race, crippled bloodline abondoned, ... ... ]
Vincent abruptly halted his reminiscing, sensing that delving any further into his memories could might consume him with the mystery and cause him to fall for it.
As he was deep in thought, he didn't notice that he was tearing the paper into pieces, rendering it unrecognizable.
After a while, he tossed the torn paper out of the window, and it scattered on the wind towards the north.
Within a minute, he heard the sound of the door opening and quickly hid the burgundy quilt, pen, and ink in the closet located under his study table.
It was Wilhelm who appeared and opened the door to inform Vincent, "Your bath is ready, Lord."
Acknowledging Wilhelm's words, Vincent left his room and began to take in his surroundings.
The silence that filled the air was only broken by the presence of the black cat and Wilhelm, and the numerous cracks that marked the house
Ignoring this Vincent pressed on, relying on his memory to guide him towards the bathroom located downstairs.
As he use his memories he arrived in the bathroom in no time he then entered.
The bathroom seemed spacious and was constructed with white rocks and. The water resembled a flowing river, and its clarity was remarkable.
Vincent stared at his reflection in the water, he couldn't help but feel disconnected from the being with crimson eyes staring back at him.
His chiseled and handsome face seemed almost at odds with the two black horns and two elf-like ears added with his sharp two fangs revealing from his mouth that made him so distinct.
Despite his composed demeanor and piercing gaze, he struggled with a constant conflict between his human and demon instincts.
His white hair and striking appearance only added to his enigmatic aura.
But what he noticed the most was the temperature of the water. It was so cold that it produced steam, but Vincent's instinct told him it was also relaxing. As he soaked himself, the water gave him a sense of pleasure and happiness.
"This was different from the books I read they say that demons loved high temparature but my body says otherwise" He thought in amazement.
After soaking himself for a few more minutes, Vincent rose from the pool and dried himself off with the red ripped towel hanging on the wall.
He then proceeded to put on a pair of white long sleeves and black long skirt.
The fabric used in the shirt was so thin that it revealed his malnourished body and his ribs cage.
After leaving the bathroom, Vincent headed towards the living room it seemed to be full of antiques and old things like paintings and wooden cabinets.
There, he picked up the large black Maine Coon cat, which seemed even bigger as he held it tightly, and cuddled with it.