Chapter : 2 My New Family

Dylan was wrapped up in soft and comfy cloth, cradled in the arms of a beautiful maid, while everyone present in the room gazed attentively at the lady with silver hair, who was covered with blankets. The maids were trying to peek inside.

Confusion enveloped me as I surveyed my surroundings. I had only stepped out of home with my friend Levi to buy a game, but somehow, I found myself reincarnated and surrounded by oddly dressed individuals.

There were only five ladies in the room, three of whom were attractive maids dressed quite sexually in my opinion. At first, I thought perhaps I had reached heaven, surrounded by such beautiful women.

Then, there was this beautiful MILF with brown, soft, and smooth skin sitting beside the silver-haired lady, who was about to deliver another child—supposedly my mother, as the other child was my twin brother. Perhaps the occasional kick I felt in the darkness was from him.

"Grafiya, come on, push! It's near,"

The brown-haired MILF urged as she held Grafiya's hand. Grafiya, the silver-haired lady, was in the process of giving birth to another child.

"Ahhhhhh!" Grafiya's voice filled the room, causing Dylan to close his eyes. He didn't want to hear his supposed new mother in such a situation, as it didn't feel morally correct. However, closing his eyes only made the sounds he was hearing even weirder.

"Mother, I'm trying, but he doesn't want to come out," Grafiya said, exhausted from her efforts and her previous childbirth.

"Pull him out," the brown-haired lady ordered. The maid dived into the depths of the blanket that was covering Grafiya, and soon the cries of a baby filled the room.

Waahhhuuu

As the maid turned the baby upside down and gave a slap, something strange happened. The maid was thrown off, colliding with the wall, while the newborn floated in the air, surrounded by a black and crimson aura. The whole room started to shake.

Meanwhile, Dylan watched the hovering baby.

"Wait, shouldn't my entry be like that considering I am a reincarnator?" Dylan thought to himself as he watched how the newborn baby covered the whole room in a crimson glow, and even he could feel the pressure.

Thud...

What happened?

A handsome young man with long crimson hair came rushing in the door. As he moved forward, his hand extended towards the baby, which slowly started to move towards him as he cradled him in his arm and casted some magic, seeing the glow around the baby vanished.

"Son, is the baby alright?" inquired the brown-haired woman with concern.

"Don't worry, mother. He is fine. It seems like he was born with a huge amount of demonic energy and couldn't control it, so I have sealed it for now," the man reassured her, comforting her with the assurance that everything was under control.

With a gentle gesture, Grafiya spread her arms, inviting both babies into her embrace. Cradling them tenderly, Grafiya gazed upon the two adorable infants—one with crimson hair and blue eyes, the other with silver hair and eyes identical to her own.

"You will be Millicas Gremory," she whispered to the crimson-haired baby, then turning to the silver-haired infant, she declared, "and you will be Dylan Gremory."

The naming of the babies had been meticulously planned by Grafiya, who had already decided on their names when she learned she was expecting twin boys.

As another sound echoed through the room, a man with similar crimson hair but sporting a beard hurried in. "Where are my grandsons?" he inquired eagerly.

"You're fashionably late, darling," teased the brown-haired milf, noting her husband's tardiness with a playful smile.

"I just went to bring some gifts for them," the man replied, offering his explanation for the delay.

"Oh, there they are!" he exclaimed with childlike excitement as he scooped up both Millicas and Dylan into his arms, reveling in the joy of having two grandsons.

The scene exuded a sense of familial affection and happiness, as the proud grandparents showered their newest family members with love and attention, welcoming them into the warmth of their home and hearts.

Few hours Later...

Dylan pov

Dylan lay in a cradle alongside his twin brothers, Millicas, pondering his new life. I now had a complete family: a mother (Grafiya), a father (Sirzechs), and grandparents (Zeoticus and Venelana). In my previous life, I was an orphan, wandering the streets until my Grandpa Max Gray adopted me at the age of 6. Grandpa Max provided me with food, clothes, and even sent me to school.

Like Dylan, Grandpa Max had also been an orphan, who embraced me as his own grandson and gave me the name Dylan Gray, a name that stuck with me in this life, which is I am happy about. My previous world wasn't entirely bad; I had Grandpa Max and my friend Levi, with whom I used to hang out. However, after Grandpa passed away when I was 19, I felt utterly alone, even though Levi was there; my heart felt empty.

Now, I had a complete family, which was great news, but along with the good news came the bad: I didn't possess any demonic energy, which was the source of power for devils. Yes, I was a devil, born into a devil family.

As for how I knew all this...

Few hours earlier.

Everyone's gaze fixated on Dylan as he could hear the murmurs of his supposedly new family.

"Why doesn't he have any demonic energy?" one voice whispered anxiously.

"Is he okay, son?" another voice chimed in with concern.

"Is my baby well?" Grafiya's voice trembled with worry.

"Don't worry, Ajuka is on his way here," Sirzechs reassured them.

Clack!

The door of the room swung open, revealing a green-haired man inside. He congratulated Sirzechs, but everyone hurried him to check Dylan's condition.

A bright scanning light emanated from Ajuka as he scanned Dylan. "It seems like a similar case to Sairaorg Bael's, or I could say even worse," Ajuka's words turned the whole room silent.

"Is there really no way for him to gain some demonic energy?" Zeoticus asked, his voice tinged with concern.

"Well, I will talk to Sirzechs about that, but I can't guarantee it," Ajuka responded, giving no promises regarding Dylan's potential cure.

"It doesn't matter, dear. If he doesn't have any demonic power, he is still our grandson," Venelana said, showing her unconditional love. Through her words it felt like it didn't matter if Dylan was trash or not.Her words radiated acceptance and affection, but Zeoticus's expression betrayed a different sentiment, though no one noticed.

Meanwhile, Dylan, hearing all this, was shocked. How in hell could he not possess the power, the source of this world, when he had reincarnated? He had read stories and even watched isekai anime where the reincarnator always gained overpowering abilities, but he had just received the news that he was a weakling by birth.

However, hearing the family's replies to the news eased Dylan's mind. Seeing them, he realized they didn't care if he lacked power; they would love him unconditionally. This realization brought him comfort amidst his turmoil.

To be continued...

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