2 Chapter 2 Reborn

I wake to movement. Heavy bumps and rickety noises surround me and fill my ears. It's very annoying and even more so uncomfortable. Why am I feeling anything at all right now? I open my eyes to a ceiling of metal and fibers. What is this? Another heavy bump hits and I'm suddenly squished between an arm and a hairy chest.

"Whoa there! Easy on the road! Charley!" Calls the man holding me. I recognize him, but from where?

"Why did you even bother taking that thing, Eddie?" I look to the front and see the shoulder of a man behind a wheel. The scenery around him passing by at a fast speed. "It just came out of that blood of the priest of all people with those freaky marks on its face!"

"Just drive more carefully, you bastard!"

"So where are you taking it anyway? The church?"

"I'm taking him home!"

We sudden come to screeching stop. Now my head is ringing.

"Are you out of your mind!?!"

I try to reach up with no luck as I see I'm completely wrapped in a big, blue, blood covered cloth that had me completely secured in place. What the hell is going on right now?

"You know what move. I'm driving myself. You can hitch a ride with the others up front."

The man holding me, Eddie, stands still holding me secure and leans forward to press on the center of the wheel as the other steps out and walks ahead mumbling.

"Don't worry, kid." Eddie tells me suddenly. "I'll keep you safe from now on. I can't believe he actually used himself as a sacrifice to call an actual god. That really exists. And they just spit you out on top of his corpse! Fucking unbelievable!"

Please run that by me again. I don't think I heard everything. Eddie takes the wheel and starts the vehicle again. I could see now that we were in a wrangler. A moderately big one at that. First I've ever seen the inside of one of these. With him holding me close to his chest as he drove, I could see we were not far from the ritual campsite. Pretty damn close actually, and gradually getting farther away from it.

It takes hours to get to our destination and I am starving. But I don't even dare to make a sound. I'm afraid I might do something that'll scar me for life. I know what's going on. I know who made me like this. I know what I am. I am reborn again. Reincarnated as a child from the blood of my old body. But for what purpose, I haven't the damnedest clue.

Eddie is now running to the entrance of a gated home that opens for him, and makes his way with me to one of the many maids that had lined up before him upon entry. Well aren't we impressive. The maid he hands me to sudden removes her top and exposes her breast before me. From my perspective they were massive. I simply could not bring myself to touch them at all. Let alone look at them. I may be a child but I'm still a grown man in this body! But, at some point, my body acts on its own and takes her offer.

"There there. That's better isn't it?" She coo's to me. I don't remember the last time I had a feeling like this. Being with a 'mother'. I'm losing a lot of energy now. The maid carries me to a seat nearby and takes it. It became even more comforting and even calming as I continued to eat. I feel so tired, but I'm still so hungry.

I finally manage to lift an arm out of the ragged wrap I was in and grab her top attempting to squeeze more out. My eyes won't stay open but I don't care.

Eddie suddenly begins explaining to the maids what he witnessed and why he has me. Apparently he thinks the old me simply wanted to be a real father, not the figurative one the others called me. He got one thing right. I didn't want to be the priest of that church. Just to stay a follower in silence and continue on to make a better life for myself. Proved to be completely in vain in the end.

"So if you actually intend to keep this... Thing. What will you call him, master Edward?" The maid feeding me asks.

My name is Cresel thank you very much.

"I was thinking Treven. Treven Crest. Hows that little man? You like that name?"

He scratches at my cheek and I wake again from my trance of eating to find this Edward, the man that stopped the forbidden ritual, smiling at me. As if I were his own. I guess I'll deal with it since I got a last name with it. I'm full now. I finally stop eating and grab his finger to make hims stop touching me. It felt weird and I didn't like it. I noticed my hands were fairly small like a toddler's. I look up to him and into his eyes as closely as possible to see my reflection.

I was a toddler. My eyes were large and my complexion was fair with the stripes of the blood church streaming down my face. My skin white as paper with light grey shades on either side of my cheeks. This oddly demonic pattern continued down my body. White in the middle and grey to the sides with red stripes separating the two. What was stranger were my eyes. Instead of the black void they once were, I saw a bright orange like a pumpkin.

I could see why the maid holding me was calling me a 'thing' now. What the hell is this new complexion? I look like the first blood priest.

"Hey, Buddy. Hi Treven. Can you say Treven?" Eddie suddenly says to me. He seemed a bit happy about me holding his finger and staring at him. I guess I'll amuse him since he decided not to kill me. I wonder if I can say it right with so little tongue control.

"Tebeh..." Oh god, it's worse than I thought. My voice is so damn pitchy.

"Yeah! Treven!" Eddie says excited. He points to himself now with a larger smile. "Papa?"

Yeah no.

"Papa." He insists. Nope. "Can you call me papa?"

"Eddie." I scowl.

"Huh?" They maid and he say in unison. Funny.

"No~ no no. Papa." He tries again.

"Eddie!" I say louder as I point to him. The maid is now laughing at him as his face flushes from the disappointment. Papa my ass.