A Scheduled Torture

In those 5 years I also learned a lot about devil magic. As explained in the canon, everything was determined by imagination and the amount of demonic energy employed, but it wasn't just that. Not only did I need to imagine a fireball, but also imagine its effects or I would have just a harmless ball of flame in my hand. Besides, I needed to imagine the ball flying towards the target and exploding...

The process was quite tiring for the mind. But with enough training I would have no difficulty in maturing such methods. That said, I also trained wizard magic in the style of the community I found myself in. I started creating spells with arithmancy, runes and the like for a specific reason. I wanted to improve my lineage. No, improving is an inappropriate term... I would give my bloodline a signature.

The Astaroth clan's demonic bloodline was quite neutral with a specialty in extreme energy control and large reserves of magic to go with it. So far, anyone can train themselves to achieve such benefits so in a way our powers are far from what I imagine a bloodline to be. That's why I was studying human magic, to inscribe some spells to my bloodline after casting them. So I created a very peculiar spell, the White Mind's Eye spell. It was a spell that allowed me to feel everything around me in 360º with 20m in diameter from me. The spell's appearance was very allusive to Lumus and resembled a white orb with reddish veins covering it. It was like a Byakugan eyeball...

The spell lasted 1 hour before it dissipated and I needed a proper stabilizer. With that in mind I infused more and more demonic energy into the inner part of the spell and then pulled the orb to my heart before linking it to my astral avatar. It was my version of the hyper-enhanced Mind's Eye of Kagura.

And it worked perfectly.

Now instead of a spell I had a bloodline ability, like the Uzumaki's Kagura Mind's Eye or the Hyuuga's Byakugan. Or a fusion of the two. My original eyes were already pretty potent on their own which kind of didn't demand a Sharingan type spell so I didn't create a spell based on that. I smiled at that because the theory I developed was right. My demonic core was quite neutral and could assimilate or create bloodline abilities. This meant that I could further increase the amount of skills I wanted.

Although I think this facility shouldn't be normal... maybe there's a limit? If that's the case I needed to set priorities to add abilities to my demonic energy core. I already had large enough amounts of energy so I didn't need to build up my reserves. I was also quite talented in the arts of the Mind and was able to use my father's Kankara formula with ease. In fact this formula was the thing that allowed me to develop my own spells so there were no intellectual improvements needed.

So I just lacked speed and vitality...if I can talk about it since my life expectancy was similar to that of demons according to my dad and I would be 10,000 years old before I started worrying about wrinkles. Come to think of it, speed was my primary concern. Speed ​​up... if I were to think of examples from the speed-up fiction then we have Killua Zoldyck's Godspeed, Raikage's Lightning Armor, Flash Speed ​​Force, Mercury Mutant Gene... On second thought, there are many examples . So, a spell that allowed me to copy the effects of one of these methods...

Godspeed and Lightning Armor are a big no. I do not have enough elemental control for this and without being able to cast the spell on my own body I cannot saturate it with demonic energy and inscribe it in my astral body. Same goes for Flash speed since I don't even know if acceleration force was a thing or not, so all I can think of would be Mercury... Mercury's Acceleration state was different from Flash's Acceleration force because one used dimensional energy and the other used personal abilities, as if there was a specific energy core for speed boosting.

I didn't want to be too fast, but enough to overcome some of the monsters in this world... So, a spell that allows me to use energy to speed up...

Wait!

Wouldn't Body Flicker be a good option? I would vitalize my body with energy and run. Wouldn't it be a perfect bloodline skill if I could create the spell and then absorb it into my core? Yes, I will start the calculations. So I covered detection and speed have already been added to my repertoire...only explosive strength left...maybe emulate Tsunade's hundred strength...? Well, I'll just think about it when I finish the Body Flicker Magic project. ...

Months passed and I was eating with my parents. Mom and Dad were having sex from what I could tell and she had agreed to become a reincarnated demon. I was jealous of the time she was spending with him instead of me, but I had to ditch because Dad dropped in once a month and I didn't want to waste my time being a jerk. Though I still piss him off with my absurd requests for ritual materials.

Dad had already told Mom about Devil society and everything. Her only condition was that I must be 11 years old before she would accept the evil play. Oh, I would also have to attend Hogwarts. Not that I didn't want to.

I actually approved of the idea of ​​going to Hogwarts because I could learn more there. I kind of became a scholar of spells, but that was it and nothing more. I didn't learn anything about transfiguration, potions and the like. Runes and arithmancy were necessary for my spell creation and were third-year electives. Come to think of it, I was really excited to go. At 10 I would receive my evil pieces and at 11 I would go to school... even though I turned 12 a month after the start of the school year. Well, maybe I can get some good servants at school. There are two in particular I would like to add to the family. Daphne Greengrass and her sister Astoria. They were cute. Add to that the fact that turning them into demons would potentially cure Astoria's maledictus and I would have two loyal handmaidens ready for use...

Why did I want the two sisters? What a stupid question. Were they both beautiful or would be when they grow up...why would I give either of them to the bastard Malfoy? Astoria would be mine and her sister would be a freebie. I had enough money to buy them from your bastard father after all. He was the type who would sell his own daughters.

Also other things happened that made me a little angry. A countdown screen just sprouted in my line of sight on my 5th birthday.

315,360,000 seconds and counting...

315,369.999 seconds and counting...

That was ten years or so so when I was 15 the count would hit zero and something would happen. What? I have no idea. I was never contacted by any ROB after I died and I didn't even have requests before reincarnating here so I was clueless. My heart was pounding with worry though as it was a countdown... What if it was an alert to how long to live I have? It was possible right?

I didn't want to die. In those few years I felt attached to this life, more than the previous one. I didn't just want to die like this. But the countdown bothered me so much. Anyway, I decided to stay strong. I ignored the count to the point where it disappeared and only showed itself if I thought about it and started studying even more. I was 10 years old before some shit hit me and I knew one thing. I wouldn't go down without a fight.

"What are you thinking, Vitra?" Mom asked smiling slightly as she sipped her tea.

"I'm thinking about how I should act when I'm around people I don't know." I revealed one of my many concerns... a lie. I didn't care about other people. "Should I be cold? Arrogant? Sarcastic? I imagine it would be hard to make friends if I'm really nasty with strangers so I'm wondering if I should police myself or not. If I'm honest about it, I don't like the idea of ​​pretending in front of other people, but I can always have fun acting."

"This is a very valid concern." My dad says. "I don't like the idea of ​​unfamiliar people around me so I used my research to avoid most...I believe using the behavior to ward off flies is an equally valid method."

"I figured that was the case when you told me you only had 4 close friends..."

"Truth. But you're not better off since you don't have any."

"This is libel. What is Lupi but my loyal friend?"

"He is a dog." retorted my father easily.

"It doesn't change anything. Dogs are more loyal and trustworthy than people. I am not right?"

"That's true. I cannot argue with that claim. People are very easy to become enemies. At the same time that they are in your favor, they are against you." Dad sounded tired. "Not to mention that most have almost nothing on their minds. A bunch of muscular brains."

"Yes... most of them are ignorant and we have little or nothing in common so keeping a conversation going is difficult..." I agreed.

"Not to mention old farts wanting stuff from you without paying the price for it…" Dad said with a sneer. "They think we're ordinary people like them."

"Most have insect IQs so I don't think they realize their own insignificance. Flies will be flies no matter where they are."

"In fact."

"Speaking of wanting things from you, I would like some new materials and new magical plants for potions. Get them alive and with a manual on how to care for and plant them." I ordered with little Vitra eyes.

"Me..."

"Please...please, dad...I want more research materials."

"Okay…sigh, why can't I say no to you?"

"Because you are the best dad." I spoke as I threw myself into his arms. This man was really helpful. While just saying this for your ability to accumulate resources is a little vile on my part, I blame my demon part.

My mother seemed to disbelieve where this conversation was going. She looked at us like we were lunatics, which somehow wasn't wrong. I wasn't the most humorous person in my previous life and in this one I didn't have almost any friends besides Lupi, who was a wolf dog, so that said a lot about me. My father was a studious recluse who lived locked up in his laboratory like a more refined version of Orochimaru. There was no reason why he should find my concerns invalid.

"You guys are kidding, aren't you? You don't pretend to be like the followers of You Know Who, do you?" Mom asks in an anxious voice.

"I don't know who. Do you know who, daddy?"

"I don't know who. Who knows who knows who?"

"No more games!" Mom exploded. "Please don't say things like that anymore. It seems like you guys are like the blood purists..."

"Don't worry, beautiful. Vitra doesn't look like that. And I'm not even one of those wizards for me to worry about your stuff." Dad comments while eating a toast. "I just think Vitra is right. Ordinary people are…hard to deal with."

"Well, I'm not sure whether I like people or not since I haven't had much contact with them." I spoke lightly as I looked at my mother's guilty expression. "But I don't think I'd like noble parties and pompous people. Arrogance can be one thing, but only if there are reasons for it. Dad may be arrogant because he's strong, but is it other people? They are smart? Artists? I don't even know why I worry so much. I'll just use other people's personality."

"Personality of others?" Dad asked with an amused smile.

"Yes, I'll pretend I exist alone in the world and everyone who isn't you or Mom is just buzzing flies. If they bothered me too much I'll just crush them." I say before continuing to eat. "Although I have developed a pepper spray potion that can be used to ward off some insects with just one pass. Hehehe."

My parents are silent as they look at me. Dad looked delighted with my posture, but Mom looked horrified. I knew it wouldn't be long now...

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"This is not right. Amelia is having a party this month. We'll go on it. I've long delayed her introduction to the wizarding society...you must make friends your own age." Mom began to plan. "She has a niece your age. Maybe you should make friends with her."

Yes, as far as I know, Susan Bones was the niece of Amelia Bones, the head of the DMLC, and a future minister who was later murdered by No Nose. I think the description of the girl was common in the books but I should have known better. There are no ordinary wizards. Like demons, wizards tend to unconsciously use their magic to improve their bodies and appearance. Only very weak wizards cannot afford such, like Peter Petegrew and Minister Cornelius Fudge. Both are examples of ugly and weak wizards... it can be nice to be friends with a cute witch.

"I think it's okay…" I sighed. "A Bones party would have nasty guests, wouldn't it? But I could take the opportunity to consolidate my status as a prodigy then. I think I could use one of my weaker original spells... oh, I forgot I don't have a wand. I mustn't show too much talent or the shit eaters and Dumbledore might want to use me in their stupid plans."

I rambled.

"Great...I have to buy you some clothes...Want to go shopping with me?"

"Not!" I vehemently denied it. Who would want to shop with you, rude woman. "I'll use whatever you buy me, Mom."

"Well, whatever you decide."

Dad looked at me amused when I replied in horror and I felt quite annoyed about that. Well, I think I could get some revenge on him.

"Mommy…I think daddy should go shopping with you. It's still not safe, even if No Nose is supposedly dead, his minions have not yet. It's better to have security." Here, old man! Vitra-style conviction. Hehehe.

"What have I done to you?" He whispered soundlessly to me as I smiled happily at his desperation.

The life is good!