Chapter 3 – Mother

"Ahhh!" the boy exclaimed.

His head banged terribly from a sudden rush of memories.

The Incubus Lord expected this to happen. So it wasn't unusual when he felt this rush.

It was not his original body and so he expected either some form of rejection of his soul or a total breakdown of the body from not being able to contain him.

However, he was wrong in both cases concerning his new body.

The body didn't reject him neither did it undergo a breakdown as he expected given that it was a mere mortal body.

Surprising, although in a good way.

His head ached from an influx of the original body's memories.

The original owner had died and drowned in the same river from a fishing accident a few hours before the Incubus Lord possessed him.

The demonic creature looked at the river, clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"Tsk, tsk. That's so sad. For such a young boy to die like this."

He had gotten a good amount of memory but not all yet. The rest would come in a few days or weeks at best. He couldn't say for sure. This was to allow his head time to rearrange the order of these memories.

"At least, I have his name," the Incubus Lord said, "The owner of this body was called Aaron. I can start with that."

"Aaron. Aaron Winters."

The Incubus Lord, now Aaron Winters, turned and headed into the forest. Ordinarily, he shouldn't have an idea of where he was going but having access to some of the original Aaron's memory came in handy.

He knew exactly where he was going and he was going home.

This new Aaron was happy to be returning home for whatever reason he must have seen during the flooding of memories.

A grin was maintained on Aaron's face as he walked back home.

"I might just enjoy this new life."

Aaron walked and walked until he was getting tired.

"This body is weak right now," Aaron pointed out.

It was not strange since the body was practically a corpse before the Incubus Lord's soul possessed it. Of course, it would be weak, especially if the fact that it had even drowned as well was considered.

However, the Incubus Lord needed to begin his new life as Aaron and to do that Aaron needed to get home.

Aaron stopped after another few minutes and looked at the sky and then forwards.

He muttered a few words in another tongue that was known only to him but nothing happened.

He did it again and again but it was the same result.

Aaron looked at his hands with disappointment.

"Seems it would take a while before I get all my powers back too."

After another half hour of walking, Aaron sat caught sight of a building on a hill ahead of him.

As he got closer, he noticed the building was slender and tall and painted in circular patterns of red and white.

"A watch tower?" he wondered.

He knew this from the inherent memory he had received.

"I've arrived at the village then."

A sense of fulfilment washed over Aaron and he smiled. He had finally arrived at his village. So, his home was not far anymore.

Aaron heaved a sigh of relief as he proceeded to enter the village.

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Inside the village...

"Hey Aaron," a boy and a girl walking past him greeted.

Aaron gave them a nod and continued on his way home.

Those two were the ninth and the tenth persons he was greeting and he had not been in the village for up to an hour.

"This Aaron guy must have been quite popular. That makes my life easier," Aaron thought to himself as he returned home.

"At least it's not some dweeb I'll have to brush up before I can do anything. So sad what happened to him. Even sadder is the fact that they won't ever know he's dead already."

He looked around as he walked the streets of his village, imbibing it more into the new memories he was making in conjunction with the old ones.

"Aaron boy!" a voice called out to him.

Aaron stopped and turned to see a woman approaching him very fast with a small sac in her hand.

"I've been calling you, Aaron," the woman said, almost raising her voice but Aaron's countenance was not having any of it.

The intimidating look on his face alone quelled her rage instantly

"I didn't hear you," Aaron answered without a bit of remorse.

The woman scoffed. "Hmph, so rude," she groaned, looking to the side.

"Here," she said, handing Aaron the small red sac she had in her hand.

Aaron raised the sac, turning it around and examining it. "What's this?" Aaron asked with a curious look.

The woman scoffed. "It's for your mother. It would help her with her recurrent body aches."

Aaron took the sac and put it in his pocket. "I'll tell her it's from you then."

Luckily, he had access to her name and so that was going to be easy.

Aaron turned and left as the woman watched him.

"Since when did Aaron become this rude?" the woman wondered.

Aaron couldn't help but peep into the sac as he walked home to see what was it. He saw a couple of seeds, about eight of them, and a transparent bottle that contained a white jelly substance.

"Yuck!" he exclaimed with a cringe face. The content of the sac had a powerful and awful stench.

"These are probably medications. Nothing special," he deduced.

He tied the pouch back and continued on his journey.

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Aaron finally reached his home. The home of the Winters.

It was an old one-storey building with low gates that also doubled as the fence around the house.

There were a few trees around and a garden by the side of the house that stretched a bit far actually.

They lived away from the main village, close an hour's walk from it. The location of their home afforded them a form of reclusion from the other families.

It was Aaron's father who brought up the idea of them living away from the communal life of their village. Something that Aaron's mother realised in the long run that he had only done so for his selfish interest, but it was too late.

Aaron opened the small gates and walked to the door.

DING DONG!

He pressed the doorbell and waited for a little while before pressing it again.

DING DONG!

After a while, there were still no answers to the door.

"Wait a minute, I live here. Tch, how foolish of me!"

Aaron had realised that this was his house and he didn't need to be knocking so courteously like a guest.

He was not a guest.

He was one of the two owners of this building, him and his mom.

It was not locked and as such Aaron easily opened the house and walked in.

He looked around the house re-familiarizing himself with the environment.

He toured around the house, touching the tables, the chairs, the shelves and whatever was in his field of vision.

As he approached the dining room that was close to the kitchen, his head ached a little and he had another rush of memories.

These ones weren't good ones. The dining didn't bring good memories but regardless, it didn't stop him from admiring the antique chairs and table that were used for dining.

As he sat down and admired the pieces of furniture, a tall feminine figure walked in, dressed in a light brown gown and an apron with a simmering pot in her hand.

She was startled by Aaron's presence and Aaron's jaw dropped at the figure he was seeing in front of him.