Early Retirement Plan (ERP)

Waking up was weird.

It was like before and at the same time it wasn't. I felt out of place, like my body wasn't mine at first, but the weird sensations weren't there. My vision was flawless, if not perfect. I almost felt like an Uchiha just awakened from his Sharingan. Even dust particles could be seen. My body felt comfortable and light and I had a feeling I could move with just a thought. My body was considerably better and that was really good. I wonder if this was the result of the strange strain on my chest or something else... even though I was still a 1 year old baby.

But I felt my whole body tingle pleasurably and the situation was so dangerous that I was in danger of a mini orgasm. Well, there was only one thing to blame for that.

Magic.

I still remembered my experience in the depths of my soul. A huge black dog was there, watching with dead eyes and without awareness as it protected my ego from fading thanks to the shock the magic core caused by merging with my mental landscape. I should have realized that I should have taken the core to the lower dantian. It would be more suitable. Though I could see the advantages of having a dantian in the upper core were enormous.

I already knew what the dog was, although I didn't know how it was possible. There was always a kind of feedback for things connected to the soul. My magic core now in the space between the eyebrows kind of gave away dozens of information about using magical energy instinctively. I wouldn't have any control issues because of that. But it was dangerous to do that feat of splitting the cores. Don't get me wrong, it was good and all since I had gained a lot of skills and OP perks, but the fear of death (again) made me a little apprehensive.

It was still necessary to be alive to enjoy the benefits.

Anyway, I found out what the protective black dog was. A sacred gear. Longinus class on top, but I wasn't ready to think about that right now.

My magic became even more frightening. Honestly, I was kind of surprised that my mom didn't consider me a freak. As far as I know, even in the wizarding world children developed at a much slower pace than I did and that was almost a giant understatement. I mean, I was an adult in a cute baby body and didn't act like a baby at all, but she showed only mild surprise before ignoring it. Like she has some information I don't. It wasn't normal for a year old to be as absurd as I was. Harry Potter himself was just a drooling boy so I can be sure it wasn't normal for wizards to be so mature. So what was the reason?

It was very strange!

Even though, I read in a book once in my past life the story of Merlin talking as a newborn and saving his mother from being burned alive for being a single mother. The scene written about the Knights of the Round Table was still in my mind. In fact, the scene said that the newborn baby talked to the judge about knowing who his father would be, clearly exposing being the son of an "air incubus", whatever it is... although incubi suggest the existence of demons then it was a pretty alarming thing to think about. That would make sense. I have Sacred Gear so logic goes that this was no longer a Harry Potter specific world, but a crossover with DxD and who knows what other famous series.

In fact, the existence of my sacred gear already made the existence of demons a fact and I was starting to hyperventilate. But I could control myself pretty well. My body obeyed my orders more easily now and I felt good. I didn't even have to struggle Lara to regulate my breathing and that was good. Think/Do. My body was so fine that there was almost no space between those two things. What was going on anyway?

A peculiar situation.

I could also hear quite well, even from a distance. I heard two hearts inside this property... oh gods, am I Superman? But it was curious. Mom doesn't bring visitors so whoever it is is here because of me. That would be the only reason anyone would come in here. She once told me that bringing people into the mansion we are in makes that person a guest for life. An ancient magic that protected the house was responsible for this and no one in the family was able to change the settings of the protections.

That was why she always refused to have other people here... of course she didn't know I understood her when she spoke, actually, but I kept the warning. Not to bring anyone in if they are untrustworthy or have slave seals... But this protection was truly amazing. Not even house-elves could breach our defenses. But that brought me questions...

Who would be invited by Mom?

Perhaps a doctor from Saint Mungus? I couldn't tell. But I must have scared my mom with my fainting. I just hoped she hadn't been too worried. She didn't even become a psychotic version of an overprotective mother.

The two heartbeats seemed to be approaching the room. One looked anxious and not lilting. The other was calm and quite…orderly? I prepared to welcome whoever accompanied Mom by sitting me on the bed and supporting me on the dais. Then the door opened and I saw two figures standing there.

One of them was my mother. Beautiful as always with her light blond hair, almost white and gray eyes. The other figure was an unknown man who looked… familiar? My blood perked up at the sight of the man, which was curious. He had green hair. With the black roots showing a little bit. His eyes were dark but no specific color. It kept changing depending on where I looked. He was tall and had a lean, solid build. Muscled but not that muscular.

Strong!

My mind unconsciously thought and I could confirm this quickly with a soft howl from my friend connected to my soul. Calm down, boy.

He was a handsome man, if I had to say so. And he seemed to have some familiarity with me. Our bloodlines, I believe, were related. Was he a relative? That's what the feeling suggested. Let's just wait for introductions. His body seemed to exude power too, I noticed immediately. He was strong. Enough to destroy me effortlessly. I wouldn't even be able to get away. But I don't think a one-year-old boy of whatever race this world has is capable of running away from a homicidal adult.

He wore a tunic quite similar to a certain pedophile-looking old man in a school with children... it looked good on him. Better than disgusting old geezer Gandalf. High cheekbones. He looked noble. Would he be a wizard friend of Mom's?

"Good morning, little prince." Mom said smiling. I internally sighed at that. It seemed like she didn't know about my magical experimentation. That said, I was happy about it, as I wouldn't have to listen to her lectures. I was a year old and had experience with things like that. Surprise? But you see, I'm a man in a child's body, so sometimes I thought it was okay to cook my own food... she doesn't seem to agree with that thought. I guess dropping a pot full of hot water on my foot didn't help me. Anyway, if she knew my fainting and magical outburst was a result of my own foolish actions then I would be in deep shit for days and days.

"Good morning mom." I replied while looking curiously at the man right behind her. I sat up easily on the bed and leaning my back against the headboard, I asked, "Who is this, Mommy?"

"This is Ajuka Beelzebub, Vitra... He's her father." She responded with a complex expression on her face... He was my father, huh?

Wow. Who would have thought I have a father? Ajuka? Where have I heard that name? This was very familiar for some reason. But my mom never talked about a dad before and it was pretty confusing. I always thought my father was dead or abandoned my mother after taking advantage of her, but here was a man being introduced as a father. But this could have several reasons. He could be a good man who didn't come into the house because he didn't have family blood and couldn't find us because the wards were preventing him or... He was a thug who managed to find us and deliver us to Lord of Darkness No Nose.

I got out of bed with my tiny 1 year old body and walked unsteadily until she picked me up in her lap and felt on the bed with me clinging to her. My face was pressed into her soft breasts as she stroked my hair with the usual affection. The sensation was so comforting that I melted into her lap as she moaned in satisfaction.

"Mommy, sorry to worry you." I spoke a little choked by her bust, but I didn't try to leave. It was good.

"Hehehe... My little Prince still loves Mom, doesn't he?"

"Yes... Mom is the best." I confirmed why if I didn't, things would be bad for me. "Mommy?" I squirmed trying to get back to the ground, but she wouldn't let me.

"You shouldn't get out of bed." She interrupted me before I continued.

"Excuse." She said with warm cheeks. Walking was harder than she expected. But it was…um…better than before? I think I might start trying to run actually. But she wouldn't let me get up for a while regardless of what I said so I better give up to avoid future fatigue. Plus it felt good to be here in her warm, soft lap, being pampered like a fluffy cat. So I just hugged the woman tightly when I felt her trying to get out of me. I won't let you go! Hehehe. If I can't, then neither can you.

"Anyway, you guys should get to know each other a little bit. I'll prepare lunch for you." Mom said before tucking me properly into bed and leaving the room and leaving the two of us here. I had forgotten that my huggies that was normally strong were weak compared to adults. I was still a baby after all. Tsk. I couldn't arrest her.

We were in comfortable silence for several minutes. Apparently none of us wanted to start a conversation and I wouldn't be the one to start it. Even though I have hundreds of questions, my curiosity goes up to a point when it comes to pride. This man, my father, was an absentee for 12 months after my birth. Of course, the fact that we're in a magically protected house might be the cause, but I wouldn't be the one to justify it. If anything, he should apologize. Although 12 months is a short time, relatively speaking. I mean, it was literally 1 year. There are parents who go years without seeing their children, like soldiers. Even in the wizarding world, from eleven onwards, all children are away from their parents for 8 to 9 months each year. So spending a year away was pretty... passable, actually.

But I didn't really have much to ask. And I didn't want to ask.

He was still standing in front of my bed, which faced the bedroom door... I didn't mind the silence or his curious looks. He could look as long as he wanted as long as he's not a freaky pedophile who likes Shota...

"Looks like we're both stubborn, doesn't it?" The man commented smiling. He looked calm and handsome. This was my dad, after all, he had to be at least that if he wanted me to accept his relationship with my mom. He approached my bed and felt himself in it. I was half lying, with my back propped up on the bed while he was facing me.

"Are you and mom getting married?"

That caught the man off guard, I realized, but he recovered pretty quickly. Occlumency? It was a pretty high possibility. Besides, I didn't know much about this man other than his family name. Ajuka. Where did I hear this from? It was so familiar it was ridiculous. I don't have memory issues so it doesn't make sense. I'm ignoring something...

"I'm not sure about that… although I don't reject the idea, after all she is your mother. We will have to see if she would accept to become a reincarnated demon in the future." The man said lightly as if his words were common.

"I think this is fine, but let me alert you now. If you hurt my mommy…wait…what did you say?" I stopped as I remembered his words.

Demon?!

Demon reincarnated?!?

Where did I hear this from? Fuck, High School DxD. My mother called him Ajuka... Ajuka Beelzebub, born Astaroth. Did that mean I was a demon? Or half devil? This would explain the 2 energy cores and would also explain the fact that I felt an ominous premonition when I considered shifting the orb in position. It was basically a bloodline orb. Anyone who has read as many novels and fanfics as I have would know that the heart is the source of bloodline. Just thinking about changing that orb gave me a sense of crisis, if I had really tried...

The thought sent thousands of shivers through my body.

How lucky I was to hear my feelings!

So the question would be why I was able to change the orb of magic I inherited from my mother. And the answer would be even simpler. Witch magic is independent of lineage, but is focused on affinities. Muggleborns, for example, possessed magic in the same way as Thoroughbreds. This meant that although being born to witch parents is a blessing for anyone who wants to be a witch, it only increases the chances of being born witch and not because of any lineage. In a way, witch magic depended on the soul and astral body to manifest itself on the physical plane.

My magic core can be changed, in fact, changing it has made it better and more condensed than before. Not to mention that I no longer had any difficulty casting wandless spells. Best thing, I had no problem controlling the demon orb's magic either. It seems that by isolating the two I not only gained more fuel in the form of energy, but also increased my control.

Two advantages in one.

"You're a devil?" I asked already expecting an affirmative answer.

"Yes."

"And you said you're my father?"

"Is this right." Ajuka looked amused to see my anguished expression.

"There are no questions about paternity? What I mean to say..."

"You must have felt our bloodlines resonate so you already know the answer to that question."

Sigh.

Yes, I knew.

"What I am?" I asked defeated. I am human. As long as I've known myself for people, this was my race, but now I've been reborn in this sick new world as a devil's spawn. Nothing against demons, but I still preferred ordinary humanity with foresight advantages thanks to past life. I saw myself investing in the stock market and becoming a billionaire... living on income on a private island... growing old with dozens of girlfriends 30 years younger than me...

Damn it! Wasn't the wizarding world dangerous enough? They had to add more shit to the mix? Wasn't Voldemort enough?

"By all the definitions that matter to me, you are my son. Son of Ajuka Beelzebub, no less. Although the Diabo society created the hybrid name to define people who are born from a relationship between species. His society would call him a half-blood or half-blood." Ajuka started. "I'm not sure what you think of yourself, but I just consider you a demon child. Like all demon children in the underworld. Of course, you have more advantages than a demon since you're part human, but it's irrelevant."

"I get it." I breathed lightly as I considered what he said. I feel human, after all I was half human and I was human in my past life. Although now I know I'm half devil, that doesn't interest me. I would just live life the way I want and simple like that. "So…Daddy…" I started slightly reddening at the fact that I said it out loud. "I stand by what I said before. If you hurt my mommy I'll give you money to erase everything you love." I sounded coolly before quickly changing my expression. "That said, could you tell me Mayan about devil society? And can you tell me about magic and stuff? About you? Do I have grandparents? Mom told me that my maternal grandparents died in an attack by the No-Nose wizards... and..."

The man smiled at me apparently satisfied and nodded. I think I would like to have this man as my father. He was really nice, after all. Not even dead would I accept this situation lying down. I will take advantage of all the advantages and dominate my own destiny.

Rizevin?

Trihexa?

Big Red?

Fuck it, I'll get over you and show you what happens to anyone who meddles in my retirement plans.