Deviant: No Longer Human

"You...!" Fu Yuxin turned around with a flushed face. "Don't throw your problems onto me!"

Chen Meili couldn't help but chuckle at her partner's reaction.

"Mommy..." Zhenxi tugged at her mother's clothes with pleading eyes.

Fu Yuxin, about to retort, softened her expression as she looked down at Zhenxi, choosing to ignore Chen Meili's teasing.

In her heart, she plotted a playful revenge for later that evening.

"Daddy!" Zhenxi's persistent murmurs grew louder, each repetition of "I need Daddy"

"Huh?" Fu Yuxin, her brows furrowed in confusion, began listing names of potential figures Zhenxi might be referring to.

Zhenxi's insistence grew more fervent as she repeated her plea for her daddy.

Fu Yuxin, her confusion mounting, began to list names of potential father figures she thought her daughter might be referring to.

"If not Hao, then Is it Uncle Chen? Or Mr. Li from next door?" Fu Yuxin asked, hoping to appease her daughter's sudden demand.

Zhenxi shook her head vigorously at each name, her voice rising in desperation. "I need Daddy! I want Daddy!" she wailed, her small fists beginning to pummel her mother's arms as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"!"

Fu Yuxin, caught off guard by her daughter's emotional outburst, felt a pang of helplessness.

She grasped Zhenxi's hands, trying to calm her. "Zi'er, please, baby, help Mommy understand. Who are you talking about?" she pleaded, her voice laced with concern.

But Zhenxi only continued to cry harder, repeating her plea amidst sobs. "Daddy, Daddy, I need my Daddy!"

The sight of her daughter's distress and the need in her voice finally cracked Fu Yuxin's composure.

"Zi'er...I..." Tears welled up in her eyes as she pulled Zhenxi into a tight embrace, her own sobs mingling with her daughter's.

She stroked Zhenxi's hair, whispering soothing words, yet her mind raced with confusion and sorrow.

"Why... now? Why this.... sudden need..

for a father?" Fu Yuxin wondered silently, her heart aching.

She had always been both mother and father to Zhenxi, never feeling the absence of another.

The sudden urgency of her daughter's demands was bewildering and painful, touching a dormant fear in her heart—that she might not be enough.

"..."

Chen Meili's face paled at the sight. She had always felt that Fu Yuxin was too young to take care of Zhenxi effectively, but the latter simply didn't heed her concerns.

"Mom...?" Zhenxi's voice trailed off as she gasped in surprise, seeing her mother crying along with her.

The little girl's sobs ceased abruptly, replaced by a moment of thoughtful silence.

With quiet steps, she slipped away, returning shortly with a glass of water.

"!?"

Her actions startled Fu Yuxin, who was sitting slumped and defeated on the sofa.

Fu Yuxin let out a sniffle and a soft chuckle as she took the glass from Zhenxi's tiny hands.

"..."

Chen Meili shook her head, her eyes reflecting a mix of amusement and concern; she always felt that little Zhenxi had matured far beyond her years.

Meanwhile, the world had resumed its chaotic rhythm after Wang Xiao's mysterious departure.

His appearances were rare, and invariably, each visitation seemed to unleash a fresh disaster.

The year was 2031.

On the 14th of August, a sea of discontent washed over the streets of Europe and beyond.

Protesters, fueled by recent calamities and armed with wit and determination, raised their voices and placards high:

"Evil tyrants need hugs too—just not from us!"

"Keep calm and banish the tyrant!"

"Who elected the evil? Not us!"

"Ditch the despot, save our souls!"

"Evil's retirement plan: Exile!"

"Despots should be despised, not elected!"

"Out with the ogre, in with the light!"

"Can't stand the heat? Out of the throne!"

"Overthrow the overlord!"

"Dictators deliver disaster!"

"No more nightmares, it's time for a new dawn!"

"Tyrants are temporary, freedom is forever!"

These vibrant slogans, tinged with humor, rippled through the bustling streets of the Netherlands, particularly resonant just days after the country had been victim of an ominous blackout.

The entire nation had been engulfed in darkness, a sudden void that caused planes to plummet and vehicles to veer off course.

The machinery of daily life had faltered, and the chaos claimed thousands of lives.

Fuelled by grief and anger, the protests against the tyranny of the Eight Prince erupted with renewed vigor today.

Crowds thronged outside the parliamentary building in the Netherlands, their chants sharp and their demands clear: they called for the government to take decisive action against the prince, to restore justice and light to their darkened lives.

"Freedom!"

"We need freedom from tyranny!"

Amid the bustling crowd of protesters, two girls stood out, their delicate features and poised demeanor adding a serene beauty to the calls for freedom.

The first girl, with her silver-white hair styled in an elegant updo, crowned with delicate silver adornments, exuded an ethereal charm.

Her gown, a flowing cascade of pale blue silk, was accented with intricate silver embroidery that seemed to shimmer with the light.

Her eyes, a deep, clear blue, were alive with a fierce determination as she held up a sign that boldly declared, "Freedom!"

Beside her, the second girl, also striking, had long, flowing light blonde hair that gently framed her face, adding a softness to her determined expression.

She wore a simple, white dress adorned with subtle floral embellishments, giving her a look of innocent defiance.

Her bright blue eyes sparkled with the same resolve as her sister's, as she too raised a placard high, echoing the cry, "We need freedom from tyranny!"

Together, they stood as symbols of hope, until—

"What are they up to now?" A voice came from a little behind them.

Wang Xiao, clad in a black leather jacket despite the sun, strode forward, his arm wrapped around the slender waist of a woman exuding royal charm.

Her long, curly brown hair cascaded down her back, and she wore a short top that appeared slightly awkward on her.

She was Juliana, one of the Princesses of the Netherlands, who had been presented to Wang Xiao back in 2027 when he took princesses from across Europe to Asmodeus's castle.

Next to her, adding to the surprise, was another woman who bore a striking resemblance to Juliana but was much plumper, with far more ample curves, barely contained by her single-piece green dress.

This was Queen Lisa, Juliana's mother.

'When did he hook up with my mother?' Juliana thought sulking, her curiosity piqued, but she kept her composure.

They had resided in a mansion in Romania, nominally, as Wang Xiao rarely returned. Instead, they took turns visiting their homelands, where their status had been elevated significantly.

This arrangement had brought some relief to their attendants.

However, everything changed in early February of this year when Wang Xiao dramatically re-entered Earth's atmosphere, bringing his daughters with him.

This time, Wang Xiao's presence was extended far beyond the usual fleeting visits.

The unsettling darkness that had recently enveloped the Netherlands was a direct result of actions by him and the enchanting Queen Lisa.

"Darling, are these ethereal beings truly your daughters? They radiate such beauty..." Lisa murmured, her voice a melodious whisper that stirred the air, her lips a vivid shade of crimson that arched into a mesmerizing smile.

A shiver of dismay ran through Princess Juliana as she overheard her mother's flirtatious tone—a manner of speech she had never witnessed directed towards her own father.

'Mother, this could shatter our family,' she thought anxiously, her heart fluttering with heat.

"They have been my daughters, cherished and nurtured, until this moment.." Wang Xiao replied, his gaze thoughtful as he contemplated the unexpected situation.

He had anticipated a day of playing 'horse—riding' between the two royal women but had not foreseen his own daughters rising in protest against him.

'Is it now time to sever the ties with these delicate cabbages I have so painstakingly cultivated?' he pondered silently.

Observing their slender figures and the graceful arcs of their long, radiant legs, it was clear they were no longer the small sprouts he had once sheltered.

Their true ages approached the verge of two decades, yet due to celestial time spent outside the mystical realms of Xianthera, their appearance and spirit resonated with the age of between eighteen and nineteen.

Wang Xiao had never been one for meticulous record-keeping; he celebrated their eighteen year with a grand festivity, marking the occasion when he finally loosened his protective grip, allowing them to venture into the mortal world according to their whims.

Just when these blossoming maidens believed they had tasted the sweet nectar of liberty, Wang Xiao descended upon them, shattering their nascent dreams of independence.

Yet, they had previously consented to an agreement that acknowledged his potential intervention.

So why, he wondered, were these charming creatures now stirring the air with their delicate uproar?

What newfound grievances had led them to raise their voices in such enchanting dissent?