On My Way: The Demon King Made Me His

When failure becomes a regular matter, there are three things you can do, embrace it, keep cool and step on them climbing up without stopping yourself from achieving the set goals. You're the only person who can do it for you. Others might just brag and then leave you. But you will be there fighting for you and that is all you will ever need. 

Huo'er didn't have any visitors and he was glad. He tired to cultivate alone and failed massively each time he tried unable to attain the highest level of ci concentration and strength to travel outside his body towards the stars. 

The books piled on top of the table next to his bed, he had not touched for long hours trying to recall thing. Since he kept overdoing it, his nose bled because of the stress, constantly tiring his body. He wished he could find a way to tame his blood and powers nad kept meditating then, trying to find inner peace. It felt very familiar, the process he was doing. As if he had known to do this for year though it was his first time since he woke up.

He remembered to do something breathing exercising before he stopped yoga and walked towards his bed. He prayed for Volca to not show up after what he had done with her the last time they were together in the room. He shivered at the very thought and wished desperately to stay away from her.

Huo'er's was sure that he had no feelings towards her, but something felt too strange that in a second weird emotions altered his mind taking him over and acted strange with the Queen Regent. He didn't wish to repeat the mistake and also wanted to find the reason why he has the urge to do that. If wondered if it any side effect of the medications.

He decided to go through the few pages of history books kept on top. The book was named as The Recent History of Demon Royal Family. It grabbed Huo'er's attention quickly. He wondered if this book would supply him with information and answers to his doubts.

He opened the book and read. Since he started reading daily, his eye span has improved a lot. Huo finished reading the content page and found a familiar name. He opened to chapter and read the book. 

It was the time heaven and hell waged constant wars for every few years. Heaven was growing strong and powerful and hell no longer could beat them. The King in the celestial palace became the soul ruler of the universe while hell had to obey it and take the sinners to their realm. It pissed the leaders of Hell. 

Huo'er kept flipping through the pages trying to avoid sensitive topics while searching. Huo by when he reached half through the introduction chapters, h skipped a little and moved the page that took place every recently. Then he found few characters there with names that used to be too important to him.

Suddenly Huo'er's head began to hurt. He placed his right hand on his temples and closed his eyes. Something flaked before his eyes. Huo'er kept his eyes shut tightly. 

He saw a loud crowd in front of him down the platform he was standing on. It looked like some kind of ceremony. He was holding his soul sword in his right hand and he pointed them to the sky. The sky immediately turned dark and deafened everyone's ears with the loudest thunder. 

"The true heir to the throne," people cried like it was a mantra. He then saw a man standing to his left, smiling happy and very proud of the moment.  He looked familiar and good. He had a crown on his bead. 

Huo'er opened his eyes and looked up to see around the room. Yes he was still in there. He wondered about what that scene was. He wished to know what it was all about. The people screaming their lungs out and him summoning the thunder marking his arrival. "But for what?" He wondered. 

For a moment though he exhausted himself trying to recollect his memory about the scene he had seen, he was glad that it happened.  For the first time he saw something. He went through something that could save him.  He wished it happened often though the pain kills him. 

Huo turned back to the pages he was reading and read through them carefully.

King Dritan, the most powerful yet humble this greeted his son, the heir to throne, welcoming him home. The moonchild was no longer a bastard. He got a place called home. But he came home with troubles that his father had to pay back.

The Demon Prince was in 

Huo'er then turned the pages and didn't see the continuation nor the beginning of the chapter he was reading.. He found nothing related to what he wanted to know. Apparently the chapter started ended abruptly with no proper ending without anything before and after. Then he found how the pages has been removed. "Damn it," he cursed. Huo'er took the other books and checked through them. But nothing had the history he just read. There was one more book left  but Huo'er got pissed and stooped reading. "Who the hell tore these papers. Do people think job of the historians are a joke tearing off their hardwork as people will," he talked to himself. 

A few minutes later, a guard knocked on the door. Then he slipped a note through the gap of the door. Huo'er took the letter from the stone floor and looked at them. It said the dinner will be served with in an hour. Huo'er shook his head and threw the paper away, getting angry. He was done sitting inside the room, locked up.

Then it occurred to him. Huo'er took a new piece of scroll and wrote down requesting for books of poetry and books on demonic cultivation as well as human cultivation since he is also the child of heavenly empress and taking her form of the blood. He couldn't accept the fact that he is a dragon. 

With in twenty minutes of time, Huo'er got the books he requested for. He took them and walked back to his study table. He opened the poetry book and found some handwritten poems with a familiar hand writing.  He wondered about who could have possibly written this for him to feel that he has seen it before. 

Huo'er read through the first few poems. It was too deep and romantic for him. And some of them felt real as if it haa been experienced personally. He noticed the signature as initials A and H. But he couldn't crack it. He flinched and stopped reading the love poems. He wanted something that would sharpen his mind not blunt his efficiency. He felt it such a waste to waste ink on writing such trivial matters.

He found it unbelievable to read about an intimate moment referring to the sun in the sky and sea meeting at horizon during sunset and making love until the sun rises again the next day. Then the sea feeling heartbroken wondering when is the nightfall again, waiting for him, her waves working as a messenger watching out for news about him. 

Huo'er then opened the book of dragon cultivation. At the same time he heard the footsteps outside the door. He was proud of how his ears are sensitive to capture all the sounds and differentiate them. The footsteps belonged to Queen Regent. The doors opened wide with maids accompanying her holding varieties of plates in their hands. 

Huo'er pretended to be fine and changed his expression quickly. He smiled at her, welcoming her and sat on the table. She settled opposite to him while the maids served the food. Then a doctor walked in and checked him before he had his meal.

"Your pulse rate is normal. Internal healing is taking place, don't stress or strain, remember to sleep well and take medicines at the right time. Then he handed several puched of medicines to be taken in for the next whole week and placed them on his study table. He was also given some oils and ointments to remove his battle wounds and scars. 

Huo'er watched the man carefully until he walked out of the room accompanied by the guards. 

"Eat," Volca said. She eyed him watching the men at the door. "He is trustworthy don't worry, he won't trample with the medicines. I have chosen my people very carefully, " she said digging into the food. The rice and the roasted beef tasted yum. She served him with some curry along with the rice and meat and made him eat some cooked herbs that was necessary for his health. He started hating the greens since he was having them for months. He was relieved that she brought him a little bit of meat. 

Suddenly there was a sound of something falling off the shelf behind them. Huo'er got up quickly as a part of his reflex and took the knife he had on the table. Volca just stood there looking carefully at the place the sound came from. A figure moved and took a step forward. Volca's jaws dropped. 

"What the....."