Child of The Dungeon

"This is… I have to get stronger; that is the only answer. I will collect people and teach them what I have learned, and we will hunt the Demons down!" Tybrus said after the memories had stopped, but Mira shook her head with a sad smile.

"No, it is not time yet. If you tell people, they will not believe you. The Demons have made sure of this. If you tell people, the Demon Lord will find out and send for your head," Mira explained, but Tybrus puffed out his chest and shook his head.

"I will get stronger, and then I will show him! Now I have a way to far exceed what was said to be our level cap!" Tybrus declared with a smile and a wink.

"No. The lowest level Demon is stronger than the ten strongest people currently entering dungeons put together. Only Legendary Rank Adventurer's could survive, or a God, and this world has none of them!" Mira exclaimed, and Tybrus placed his chin in the crook of his hand thoughtfully.

It was stupid of him to think that he could win if a God couldn't. There were religions that talked about gods, but that was considered heretical.

If caught with books about them or worshiping them, it was trialless execution. Most were killed on the spot, but some were made spectacles of, and now it made sense why to Tybrus.

"So, now what then? What was the point of all this if I can't do anything about it, ya know?" Tybrus asked, not sure what to make of this all.

Mira nodded.

If anyone knew the feeling of having no power, it was all the gods that had been sealed away. There was one thing that could be done, but it would take much time.

"Since I have given you a gift, I would like for you to give me a gift," Mira told Tybrus, placing her smooth hand on Tybrus's cheek with affection, making them heat up as Tybrus' eyes widened.

Then images of humans and gods in the throws of passion ran through Tybrus's mind. The gods mated with Humans to create Demi-Gods, the greatest weapon against the Demons.

"Uh… So, sure, I see, but there is one thing I don't understand. Why would you lose if Demi-Gods were the answer?" Tybrus asked, but images started to flash, answering memories.

The gods had originally seen Humanity as their inferior subjects and had refused to fraternize with them. It wasn't until near the end that a female God had gone against the Heavenly Decree, but it was too late.

"Hmmm, I am starting to get a better idea of things, but even if we have a child, what will one be able to do? I can see from the memories that they are unbelievably strong, but one will not be able to stop the Demons," Tybrus said, but he was more than willing to have a child with this woman.

"There are others already being born into this world. Other gods have chosen partners, but we must keep this secret," Mira explained.

The fire was starting to get low as his father finished his story, and Yren was left speechless. He knew there was more than his father wasn't telling him, but this was already too much.

"What am I then?"

That was the only question Yren had as he looked down at his hands. The same hands he had always had, and he tried to think over everyone else.

"I would like to say you are a Demi-God, but your mother said that wasn't right. You are something different than that, a child of the Dungeon. I don't know what it means; there were no dungeons in the world your mother came from," Tybrus said as he looked at his son, who was still staring at his hands.

Yren didn't know what to think now. Besides the main points of his father's story, there was one that stood out above them all.

The monsters had all once been humans just like him or similar. That meant that they were forced to be killed over and over again.

"How am I supposed to go in there to kill them now? How can I look at Adventurers the same?" Yren asked, still looking at his hands, and his father sighed.

"Tomorrow, you will be entering your mother's Dungeon, but you will be doing it all on your own. Killing monsters is not the only way, but your mother asked that I not go into detail of what will be inside or how to deal with them," Tybrus explained, turning back to the dying fire.

"What? You can't be serious?!" Yren asked, finally looking up from his hands.

"Not my choice. If I had my way, I would come with you and show you everything that I know, but your mother insists that it would be better this way. I already talked to Goranth, and he will be sending his boy to the beginner Dungeon just outside of town," Tybrus explained.

Yren's mind was in turmoil, and he didn't know how to make heads or tails of all this. Not only had his father dropped a rock of information that shattered his knowledge of everything he had learned, but now this.

"You can't be serious. Dad, I can't go to that Dungeon! Even if my mother is there, no one but you has ever entered it! I know that much!" Yren yelled, but Tybrus shook his head.

"That is enough for tonight. You need to get to bed; you have a big day in front of you tomorrow. I will walk you to the Dungeon, but I will not be able to come inside. Your mother was very clear on that, and she is not the type that you argue with! Now, bed!" Tybrus said in a voice that brooked no-nonsense, and Yren groaned but got up.

Tybrus stayed with his back facing his son until he heard Yren's bedroom door close and then let out a long, exasperated sigh.

"Did I make the right choice?" Tybrus asked himself as he stared into the embers.