Chapter 237: Birth of Azazel

“Dang, that really hurt haha” I chuckle a bit awkwardly after groaning in pain during childbirth. My daughter ended up being born faster than I expected, seems I didn’t have the full week I thought I did.

“Congratulations, Grimm is a real little girl and extremely healthy” One of my clones holds my daughter, who is covered in my blood from just being born. It was strangely painful, considering my high resistance.

“I’ll go get some things to clean the blood off your body” My clone says as they leave to get some supplies, while my other clone cleans the blood off my newborn daughter.

“Give her to me, I want to see her properly” I order, almost too coldly. I want to see the result of my union with Pandora, what kind of cute little monster was born from that combination.

“Hello, darling” I hold the relatively small girl. She isn’t crying or making any sounds, eyes closed, but I can tell from her heartbeat that she’s perfectly fine.

“You’re so adorable” I murmur, looking at the extremely pale skin she inherited from the combination of Pandora’s and my own pale complexions.

“H-Huh? W-What?” I make totally confused sounds as the baby instantly grows to the size of a nearly 3-year-old child. Now in my lap is a naked little girl with long black hair that has a deep red undertone and dark red tips.

She doesn’t have a tail or angelic halo like Pandora, but the dark black tones in her hair are definitely reminiscent of Pandora.

“W-Why?!” My clone also looks slightly surprised at the girl who was just a newborn moments ago, but is now a toddler-sized child.

“Grimm, I think she grew because she took a lot of extra mana from you, and since Pandora’s race has different growth patterns, this is probably normal.”

“Remember, Pandora was born looking like a teenager, it wouldn’t be strange for her children to be a bit larger than normal human children at birth.”

“…Well…It’s not bad, at least I don’t have to watch her 100% of the time…” I tell the clone, seeing the positive side of my daughter already being the size of a 3-year-old.

Plus, she’s so cute! She’ll look great in a frilly little dress to match.

I stick my fingers in her mouth and open it, and just as I expected, she has two adorable fangs for draining blood from victims, showing her vampiric traits.

She opens her eyes, waking from her sleep. She has vibrant, blood-red eyes similar to mine, but with a touch that reminds me of Pandora it seems my daughter took more after Pandora’s features.

“Welcome to the world, daughter” I say with a smile as my daughter reaches her hands up to my face.

“Your name is Azazel Aliart Oblivion” I tell her as she curiously touches my face. She must be around 65 centimeters tall, which is shorter than the average 3-year-old human child.

“Az…a-az…” She tries to speak, but it seems difficult without any prior experience. She appears to be attempting to repeat her name, showing a surprising intelligence for something just born.

“That’s it, darling! Azazel, say it with me Azazel is your name!” I’m glad the first thing she tries to say is her name, it shows pride and a strong sense of self-awareness.

Which suits me more than Pandora, since when I was created, the first thing I wanted was a name of my own, while Pandora’s first desire was food.

So my daughter at least follows a mindset more similar to mine, with a great sense of self-discovery.

“A-Aza…Azazel” She manages to murmur in her cute, attractive voice. My beautiful daughter is going to break hearts when she grows up.

“That’s it, dear! That’s your name! Now say ’Mama’!” I become strangely excited about this.

“…” She just stares at me.

“Say ’Mama’!” I repeat patiently. If she can say her name, she can certainly call me ’Mama’.

“…Daughter, say ’Mama’” I continue coaxing her to call me ’Mama’, strangely wanting it very much. It seems fun.

“M…M-m…” She seems to want to speak, and I get excited.

“…” She appears to be thinking about how to say it, but is learning at an incredible pace.

“…” But then she looks at me strangely and simply leans forward and bites me right on my chest.

“…!!!” I feel pain, which shocks me. A simple bite should not cause me pain, yet she simply starts sucking the blood from my chest instead of trying to drink milk.

“…You know, Grimm, your daughter seems to see you more as food than as a mother” My clone observes as my daughter drinks my blood. This is rather irritating.

“Tsk…” She clearly understood me, but gave up on calling me ’Mama’ and simply decided to bite me instead.

“She’s as rebellious as Pandora.” Truly a reflection of the rebelliousness and arrogance that Pandora has.

“Look on the bright side, she’s very cute. Her long, beautiful hair reminds me of Pandora’s, and her pale skin highlights her beauty. And the red tones in her hair are reminiscent of your own before you had white hair from the magic.”

Ignoring my clone, I grab and pull my daughter away to stop her from biting my breasts.

“Listen, daughter, you must drink milk! Not the blood of your mama, understand? Drink only the milk!” I hold her head gently and bring her to my nipple, but instead of sucking the milk, she simply bites me again.

’This really hurts…is it because of her fangs? Some kind of ability?’ I don’t know, I have no idea what kind of abilities this girl has inherited from Pandora and me, or what abilities she naturally acquired.

But causing me pain is not so simple, as I have great resistance to pain, and if I feel pain from this, for most it would be hell to receive a bite from my daughter.

Probably her fangs have some special properties, similar to some vampires who have venom or paralytic fangs.

The clone who had left returns with towels and sees the scene, becoming surprised at the little girl who was just a newborn but is now 65 centimeters tall and biting me.

“What happened here?” The clone asks the other clone, who simply shrugs and says nothing.

“My daughter grew a bit, but nothing major” I say as I take my daughter off my chest and hold her carefully, but a bit away from me.

“She’s cute, but look at how she’s looking at me just after being born” Her curious gaze has turned wild. She really seems to see me as a meal and has a strange challenge in her eyes.

“Do you think she’ll be a problem?” She’s staring at me coldly, like a predator waiting for an opening in its prey. She must know I’m stronger, but she’s bold and malicious.

I kind of like it a bit. She has the mentality of someone who would be a strict and powerful ruler, but very patient and manipulative.

“Ugh…my daughter is annoyingly similar to Pandora…” I murmur with a strange feeling. Is this sadness? Am I bothered by this? I’d like her to be more like me.

“She’s like a mini Pandora, less intelligent but more daring.” I release my daughter onto the bed, and she crawls up to me, climbing into my lap and biting my neck as she sees she’s no longer being restrained.

“…She’s back to sucking my blood…”

“Grimm, don’t get irritated. She’s just a baby, she must be hungry. Remember, Pandora also sought food when she was born.” My clone says, reminding me of Pandora. Pandora really did focus more on food when she was born.

“Yes…you’re right…where is she?…WHERE IS SHE?” She vanished. A moment ago she was on my neck, and the next I didn’t feel anything she just disappeared.

“She crawled out the door” My clone says.

“AND WHY DIDN’T YOU STOP HER!” I yell angrily, getting up from the bed where I had given birth. I haven’t even cleaned myself yet, so I’m still dirty with my own blood and birth fluids, but I’ve already healed, so no problem.

“You said and promised to take care of her yourself. She’s your daughter, you should have been watching her.” The clone says boldly.

“…Damn child!” I get irritated, while running out of the room at high speed, searching the castle. Strangely, I can’t detect this child with mana it must be some strange vampiric trait that’s concealing her.

“There you are!” I find my daughter mounted on a maid. Since I can’t see the future of my daughter or use my ability to search for her, I had to search manually.

“You little pest, who said you could wander around! And you even killed one of my maids!” The maid’s blood has been almost completely drained, but my daughter just looks at me and gives a happy smile, showing her fangs.

She’s quite strong. My maids aren’t very powerful, but killing one isn’t that simple, and yet my daughter did it effortlessly.

“Do you think cuteness can fool me? You fake! I know you’re trying to manipulate me with your adorableness!” I notice from her gaze that she’s deliberately being cute. I walk over and pick her up.

But she just gives me a cute smile, her fangs on display, which only makes her even more adorable with the little bit of blood on her pale face.

“Don’t wander off from me again” She just hugs me and bites my neck. I sigh to find some patience I see my life is going to be eventful.

“M-M-M-Mama” She says in a not-so-great voice with a strange, drawling pronunciation, but clearly understandable that she called me ’Mama’. It makes my heart beat with…joy?

“…” I know she’s cunning and may just be trying to escape punishment by being too clever, but she succeeded.

“…Alright, daughter…I won’t do anything…” I say as she goes back to sucking the blood from my neck. She gives a gentle lick, as if it’s her own way of apologizing.

’She’s so cute…I guess…it’s not a problem.’ I just calmly go back to my room, letting her drink my blood.

“I see you found her, was it difficult?” One of the clones asks.

“…Very. I ran through half the castle and found her feeding on a maid who was probably lured and killed when she got too close.”

“I see, your daughter already shows her strength. I just hope you know what you’re doing, Grimm. If she gets out of your control, you’ll have trouble.”

“…Don’t worry, my daughter is almost an angel.” I say with a slight smile.

“…Angel? It seems you’re already being blinded by maternal love. This daughter of yours is more of a little devil than an angel.” I glare at my clone.

“…Think what you will. Just don’t regret your choices and don’t ask us for help. You promised to take care of Azazel yourself, and you’ll do it alone.” The clone says, seeing my glare.

“Of course I will!…DAMMIT, SHE’S GONE AGAIN!” I yell in frustration. She was in my hands just moments ago, and now she’s disappeared again. This child really has a talent for irritating me.

“She left just before I called her a little devil. She went that way.” The clone points.

’This is going to be annoyingly difficult…’

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