DEMONIC ANGEL

FRESH START

Scarlett laid down right where she stood, succumbing to the overwhelming urge to sleep. Hours passed, yet she remained in a deep slumber, appearing as if she had collapsed from sheer exhaustion.

As time went on, a figure emerged from the dense foliage nearby. It was a young demon girl, no more than 12 or 13 years old, her tiny horns hinting at her demonic heritage. Despite the ominous trait, she exuded an aura of innocence. Clad in tattered garments crafted from animal skins, she resembled a member of an ancient aboriginal tribe.

Spotting Scarlett lying motionless on the ground, the young demon girl's heart raced with concern. Fearing something had befallen the sleeping figure, she hurried back to the village to alert the others. Soon, the entire community had gathered around Scarlett. Though the settlement was more of a rudimentary encampment, it boasted a population of around 40 to 50 individuals.

Taking charge, the little demon girl stepped forward, bravely approaching Scarlett and gently shaking her. Scarlett, stirred by her keen senses, awoke abruptly. As she opened her eyes, she was met with the sight of the villagers encircling her, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.

Pushing through the crowd, Cryptus emerged, his presence commanding attention. As he laid eyes on Scarlett, realization dawned, and he stepped into the center of the encircling crowd, proclaiming her as the new ruler. Gasps of astonishment rippled through the gathering, whispers swirling with intrigue and speculation. Among the most concerned were the females, their worried expressions betraying fears of potential infidelity among their husbands due to Scarlett's presence.

Curious about what Cryptus had revealed to the villagers in her absence, Scarlett prepared to inquire, only to be interrupted by the presence of the young demon girl at her side. Cryptus proceeded to relay the events that unfolded while she slept, leaving Scarlett impressed by the girl's kindness. Overwhelmed with gratitude, she wrapped the girl in a tight embrace, her cheeks flushing crimson as her face rubbed against Scarlett's breasts.

However, Scarlett's moment of affection was abruptly interrupted by a startling realization. Her dragon senses tingled with an alarming revelation. Trembling, she mustered the courage to voice her suspicions, turning to the girl with a quivering voice, "A-are... y-y-you a boy?"

Evadne Emberwing stood before Scarlett, his cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment, his hands fidgeting nervously as he introduced himself. "Um, hi there," he began with a charming smile, "I'm Evadne Emberwing, and, uh, I'm an orphan from the village."

Scarlett couldn't help but notice his nervous demeanor and girlish mannerisms. With a mixture of fear and exasperation, she started shaking him relentlessly. "Come on now, don't act like a girl," she yelled, "Be a man! Say you like girls, not boys."

"Y-yes, of course! I like girls!" Evadne stammered, his voice tinged with desperation. "Please, stop shaking me."

Relenting, Scarlett let out a relieved sigh and ceased her shaking. "Phew," she muttered, "Seeing him reminds me of my old self, but I wasn't as girlish as him. Just my appearance was girlish."

Chuckling to herself, she couldn't help but imagine Aoto's reaction. "If Aoto sees him," she mused, "He'll definitely say, 'Looks female enough,' and add him to his harem."

Scarlett rose without a word, her movements commanding attention as she made her way towards the village. The villagers followed suit, trailing behind her in curious anticipation. Coming to a halt just outside the village perimeter, Scarlett spotted a large flat stone and seated herself upon it, crossing her legs with regal poise.

Clearing her throat, she addressed the gathered crowd with authority. "Ahem... I am Scarlett Nova, the new ruler of this village. Can anyone tell me the name of this village?"