A maid knocked on the door to the room that Damien was staying in. And she opened the door and took a peek inside before Damien could answer the knock.
"Hello, little boy," the maid gave a warm welcoming smile to Damien.
"Hello," Damien smiled in a fascinated way at that middle-aged lady.
He was still not that used to seeing humans and every ti he saw one, he would be awed. He thought to himself, "Mother was right about humans. They are indeed God's finest and most beautiful creation. But of course, angels co first."
His conclusion that angels were more beautiful than humans was based on one sample. That was obviously Ariel.
And he squealed at the thought of eting with Ariel soon.
The maid, on the other hand, gave a pitiful glance to the boy. He looked pale as though he had never seen the sun in all these years. It was very much true. He was covered in dirt and there were blood clots on his clothes from the fight he had with the demons. And he gave off an unpleasant sll.
"He must have had it rough," the maid thought to herself after looking at Damien from top to bottom. She was glad that the Prince had found this boy.
The maid then walked in and reached out her hand towards Damien. And then she asked him, "Damien, right? Co with . I have prepared a hot bath for you."
Damien didn't like the idea of a hot bath. Yet, he held that maid's palm without protesting and trotted behind her.
After reaching the common bathhouse that was separated for the children's use, the maid undressed Damien. She then lifted him and put him inside the tub.
The water was just the right temperature and it felt incredibly soothing for Damien. He had never imagined that soaking in warm water would ever feel this nice. Back at his ho, the servants would use the magic spell to cool down the naturally hot water for his bath.
Damien smiled and imdiately began splashing his hands and feet in the water.
The maid noticed Damien's expression and asked, "Are you that happy to play in the water?"
"Mm," Damien gave a nod.
The maid then started to rub soap all over Damien's body. Damien was enjoying the aromatic sll of the soap as well as the soap bubbles.
"Turn around, dear. Let rub the soap on your back," the maid asked him.
Damien was lost in his own world and he obeyed.
The maid sharply drew in her breath. She saw two large scars on his shoulder blade. "Oh, this poor boy," she thought to herself while furrowing her brows.
She thought that so thugs had inflicted that scar upon that boy. Little did she know that it was because Damien was a demon.
Alan had kept the secret to himself because he didn't want the people at the orphanage to treat the boy any differently. The maids and servants were used to seeing several demons and werewolves in the Palace. However, the sa was not the case with the children that Alan had taken in.
And he concealed the fact, especially so that the children wouldn't be afraid of Damien.
While getting a body rub, suddenly, Damien felt the maid lightly touching his shoulder blade where his wings would manifest from.
He instinctively thought that she was going to kill him.
And in the blink of an eye, he turned around and grabbed that maid's wrist with one hand while his other hand reached out for her throat.
But before he could reach her throat, Damien's pupil dilated.
A very sweet scent entered his nose.
It was the kind of sll that he had never experienced before.
The maid was shouting and trying to make Damien leave her wrist. "Arghhhhh… what are you doing to , boy. You are hurting …"
However, Damien didn't hear a word that she was screaming. He turned his eyes towards that maid's wrist instead.
Earlier when grabbing that maid's wrist, his claws had involuntarily extended and had wounded her.
If he was not in a trance state right now then he would have probably felt remorse for attacking the servant of the very man who had rescued him. But in the state that he was in, he didn't care about the wounds nor did he care about that maid's cries for help.
All he was focused on was that aromatic, red, and warm blood.
He had seen red blood on so species of demons before. His own blood was red.
However, he had never felt this excruciating urge and insatiable hunger in the pit of his stomach upon seeing such red blood.
Damien wasn't able to think or see or hear properly. All he saw was the blood and all he could think of was the blood and all he heard was the sound of blood dripping in the tub.
His fangs, his tongue, his eyes, his mind, his stomach, and everything was screaming at him to taste the blood.
And he tasted it.
He leaned down and licked the blood directly from that maid's wound.
"Mhmm…" a content and euphoric moan escaped his tiny mouth.
After getting a taste of human blood, his eyes turned blood red from winter grey.
He had never tasted sothing so good in his life ever before. The taste was so divine that every part of his body was screaming in ecstasy.
Damien was still facing down and licking her wrist so the maid hadn't seen Damien's eyes or his fangs yet.
"What are you doing, boy? Don't lick my wound! I will see a witch later." She was thinking that the boy was licking her wound to clean it.
Ah! The benefit of being a baby and having an innocent-looking face. How could that maid be suspicious of that tiny boy? That he wasn't trying to save her but was trying to kill her?
The maid was still being gentle with Damien and was trying to push his head away from her.
But Damien kept on latching onto her wrist and licking her wound.
She only pushed Damien away with force when she felt him digging his fangs into her. Experience more tales on mvl
She took several steps back and looked at her hand. She then shouted a little angrily while examining the puncture marks on her, "Did you just bite ? What are you? An animal?"
The maid turned her gaze at Damien and that was when she got the shock of her life.
Damien was glaring at that maid with hungry red eyes. But he asked in an innocent voice, "Why do you taste so delicious? Can I have so more of your blood?"
And he gave such a terrifyingly innocent smile that the maid got chills down her spine.
Until this point, the maid hadn't fully grasped the situation that she was in. She had just thought that the kid had a problematic childhood. And she thought that he was acting all crazy because of sothing traumatic that happened to him in the past.
However, the mont she saw those glowing red eyes that were piercing into her soul, she reached a conclusion.
And she scread at the top of her lungs, "Vampire! This boy is a vampire!"
"Vampire? What is that?" Damien asked in an innocent voice again.
And he stepped out of the bathtub.
"No… don't co near … you monster," the maid took several steps back towards the door of the bathhouse.
She was not breaking the eye contact with Damien. She believed that like all predators, Damien would also attack her neck the mont she would break the eye contact and turn around.
However, just glaring back at him didn't guarantee her safety.
Damien was giving her a piercing gaze and was closing the gap between them.
And he was saying in a bone-chillingly calm voice, "I won't kill you. I just want to taste so more blood."
The maid's back finally touched the door. She was thinking of opening the door and closing it in an instant to trap the boy inside.
But her plan got ruined.
Damien heard several footsteps approaching the bathhouse. And the only thing in his mind right now was 'more blood'.
So before anyone else ca to ruin his new food-tasting session, Damien pushed his small body up from the floor and jumped at that maid.
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