The daily life of a demon teen
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"foreign language/projected thoughts"
Emphasis/yelling
"Magic incantation"
'Written note'
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(A/N: Violence and gore on the horizon, courtesy of Hiccup. I decided to include my scraped foreign OC from my first story "A Queen's Hero" in this one. Also, two new story ideas on my profile.)
Chapter 5: A letter from Pops… and a new roommate?!
Nar POV
Hiccup stepped out of 'blink' behind Gobber's hut, he leaned back on the wall, 'Well that was a tremendous waste of time'. He shook it off, "Teleport", he disappeared in a flash.
The cove
Hiccup reappeared in front of his home. His hand stopped from turning the doorknob, a thought entered his head, 'Vikings don't change, do they?'. He threw open the door and pulled off his hoodie, tossing it and his mask on the couch. Cyrai's avatar projected on his coffee table, "Hiccup, what's wrong?". He held up his hand and marched to his workshop, Diggy sat on his perch.
After slamming the shop's door closed, the sounds of screaming, smashing glass and wood clattering reverberated from inside. He emerged a few minutes later and flopped on his cushioned couch. Hiccup reached over to his mask, he held it and muttered, "Why… why did I even bother helping them?".
Cyrai walked closer to the hunched over demon, "Will you tell me what's wrong?".
He looked at Cyrai, "Why did I help them, I mean I could've left after getting Gobber to the forge".
She placed her small avatar's hand on his knee, "Oh Hiccup, the reason you defended them is because you're an 'Old Blood' demon".
"Old blood?", he set his mask on the table.
"Yes, the Old bloods are an ancient bloodline. Extremely powerful but very aggressive, even against other demons. You were born from your father, the last of the Old bloods, who was sealed by the other 'New blood' demon kings for being too radical. Old bloods are very territorial, which is why you fought the dragons for invading the area too close to your home", her avatar sat with her legs hanging off the edge of the table.
"I see", He breathed out a sigh of relief, "Right, I guess I better clean up". Hiccup walked back to his workshop.
An hour later, Berk's great hall
While the adults cleaned up, the teens were sitting down eating their breakfast. Tuffnut slammed his fork into the remains of his fish, "Boom, did you see how awesome Hiccup's crossbow was!", he proclaimed like a fanboy.
"Actually Tuff, crossbows have limbs sprouting from either side. His weapon didn't have those or a bowstring, so we don't know what he was using", Fishlegs interjected before digging into a chicken leg.
"Forget the weapon, did you see how tall he got", Ruffnut shoved her brother, "Me likey". Astrid concentrated on eating her meal, ignoring the grumbling Snotlout.
He hammered his fist on the table, "Did you idiots forget who that runt is?". Astrid scarfed down her plate and stormed out of the hall, "Useless is still a worthless fishbone and next time he shows his face in the village, I'm gonna to prove it!".
Days later
Hiccup was in his workshop, tinkering with his fury rifle. He set down his hand welder, when the alarm sounded off. He pulled his welding goggles to the top of his head, "Cyrai?".
Her avatar appeared on the corner of his bench, "Detecting a rift gate opening outside!". Hiccup pulled off his goggles and tossed them on the bench, then ran outside. His eyes scanned the gray overcast sky, looking for the telltale sign of a manifesting rift. He didn't have to wait long, as a distortion began to appear.
"There!", he spotted the shimmering air, then it tore open. The tear grew until it was three meters wide, the blood red abyss howled. He cupped his hand and summoned a plasma blast, not knowing if something hostile was going to emerge. What he didn't expect was a black present box with red ribbon gently float down from the rift before it collapsed. Hiccup walked under the descending package and caught it; he found a letter tied to the bow addressed from Grayson.
It read, 'To my precious boy: I sense your magic has grown stronger, you don't know how proud I am. My business in the Demon realm has been… difficult, but some old associates have been dealt with. A tenacious lot however are presenting a problem and I might have to be more… insisting on meeting with them. It might be some time before my next letter.'
'P.S. I found a delicacy on my travels, your grimoire will know what to do with them.'.
Hiccup carefully tucked the letter in his hoodies kangaroo pocket, he undid the bow and opened the box. Inside was a strange fruit, resembling a reddish orange horned melon. Small splotchy dark red spots dotted its smooth skin, black tipped thorns covered the body. He carried it inside, Cyrai spotted the fruit as he set it down on the kitchen counter, "Hiccup, why do you have a Devil-spike melon?".
"Pops sent it through the rift, his note said you'd know what to do with it", he waited for her to continue, "Um…, so how to I eat it?".
"Like any other fruit, cut it open and stick it in your mouth", she sighed.
Hiccup rolled his eyes, 'Ahh, there's that sass I've come to enjoy', he reaches over and grabs a knife. Holding it carefully to avoid the sharp thorns, he sliced the melon in half, Squick. A thick slimy green string connected the knife to the split melon, "That's… interesting".
"Wow, this one is a fine specimen", the inside of the fruit was filled with pockets of acid green colored pulp. He was about to bite into a half, "Hiccup, please use a spoon!".
He scooped up the meaty pulped and ate, "Mmm, tastes both sweet and tangy". Hiccup finished the half and put the other in his metal ice box. He placed the plate with the half next to one of the fixed emitters enchanted with 'Icy breath', then closed the insulated container.
He returned to the box and pulled out a jar filled with translucent seeds of various colors, Cyrai spoke up, "You should consider building a hothouse before planting those". Her avatar morphed into a glass dome similar in design to Diggy, "Devil spike melons only grow in very warm climates".
Hiccup held the jar and smiled, "Looks like I better get Digman to start on it right away".
A week later
Hiccup's human birthday was a few days ago, but this week was shaping up to be one of his worse ones to date. The day before yesterday, Mole fell off the staircase. The teen had to spend most of that day putting it back together. The following day, his fury rifle's core exploded while he was working on it, he was only slightly injured but the damage to his gun was extensive. This morning he fell out of bed when Cyrai sensed a false alarm of a dragon raid.
Hiccup was currently attempting to piece back together the fury, continually grumbling while concentrating. The alarm went off again, he growled, "What is it?".
"Umm, I detected a ship a few kilometers from the coast", she said meekly.
"Are you sure?", he rumbled, not looking up from his work.
"Y-yes, here", her avatar morphed into a hologram of the ocean, she zoomed in on the large Viking ship. Hiccup set down his tools forcefully, then turned to the projection. If he was upset before, now he was furious. The ship was enhanced to show the symbol of the outcasts stained on the sail, he marched to his cabinet and retrieved his weapons. After clipping on his gauntlet's bracelets, he slid Sharpshot in the lower back holster. She changed back to her avatar, "Hiccup, where are you going?".
He clipped on his mask, then looked at her, "I'm gonna blow off some steam". Diggy flew out following his master, he perched on his shoulder moments before he shot up.
Later, Outcast transport ship
Dirty outcast sailors were complaining about being stuck with transporting the stolen loot from their earlier pirating. A pudgy Viking muttered while tying some rope, "Why do we have ta' be sailin' with the junk while Alvin and the others party and stuff themselves with the food?".
His fellow outcast replied while carrying an open crate filled with loot, "Who knows, maybe next time we'll get to relax with- ". He was cut off by a building whistle from the cloudy sky, "Is that what I think it is? ", a black form broke out from the cloud cover. It dove at the ship and fired a plasma blast, the mast exploded as the figure flew through the explosion, "NIGHT FURY!".
"GET DOWN!", yelled another outcast before cowering under his shield.
The pudgy one peeked out from behind a few barrels, "I thought night furies only attacked at night!".
Another vermillion plasma blast struck the captain's quarters, exploding and setting it alight, "I don't know, I've never seen one shoot that color before!". Outcasts tried to douse the burning quarters, not knowing if their captain survived. "It's coming back around!", yelled a bigger man, he ordered the cowering outcasts to ready their rusty swords, axes and crossbows.
The figure skimmed the ocean surface, its speed creating a large wake behind it. The crossbow men fired, it shot up to avoid the bolts. They reloaded but it dove and crashed onto the foredeck, the winged hooded figure was revealed as the dust settled. An outcast hollered, "What are you?!".
The figure lifted its bowed head, a red eyed mask unsettled them. The four eyes narrowed in rage at the outcasts, "Normally, I'd allow one of you trespassers to live to pass on a warning to your friends", a fracture grew from below the mask's nose and flowed up the sides. It grinned a fanged filled smile, "But I had a rough week, so I'm just gonna kill ya'", Hiccup swatted away a crossbow bolt with his gauntlet and pulled out Sharpshot. Puhtoo, a small plasma bolt shot at a crossbow outcast, burning through his chest. The angry demon turned to the surprised Vikings and smiled once more, "Who's next?", they all bellowed their war cries and charged at him.
Moments earlier, inside the outcast ship's hold
The ship's hold was dimly lit, the walls were stacked with stolen loot from their tribe's monthly raids. Two ugly outcasts stood guard either side of a thick rusty iron plated door, the messy brown beard one turned to the other, he asked with a rotten tooth grin, "Why don't we have fun with the girl?".
"Don't be stupid", the long goateed blond warned, "If the captain finds out, you'll regret it!".
"How will he find out?".
"You're a few swords short of a full barrel, aren't ya idiot? The southern traders check the 'merchandise' before trading, especially slaves. When their healer tells them, she won't be worth as much. The captain doesn't like it when someone messes with his money, so he'll be looking at us. Trust me, I'll tell him the truth before I end up like poor one-eyed Olaf", he huffed.
Messy beard frowned, then looked back at him, "What happen to one-eyed Olaf?".
Goatee sighed, "The half-blind fool dropped some valuable pots, so the captain skinned him alive and dragged him behind the boat. Those things weren't even worth half as much as an untouched slave girl".
"Ohhh, I was wondering what happened to Olaf- ", an explosion rocked the ship, "Was that a dragon?!".
"Yeah… C'mon, we should help the others".
"What about the girl?".
"The door's locked and she's in a cage, she won't be going anywhere", goatee hefted his axe and led beardy toward the screaming.
Outcast ship deck
The two rush up the open hatch to a massacre, the deck was covered by blood. Bodies and limbs were spread about, some just pieces. They scanned the deck until they spot a hooded Hiccup, holding the burned twitching remains of the captain, "Captain?"
The teen turned to them, his mask displaying his terrifying cheshire cat smile, "Hello there".
Prisoner cell, Outcast ship hold
Inside a rusty iron cage, a teenage girl held herself tightly. the tattered remains of her once colorful clothes barely kept her warm in the cold damp room where her cell was located. She feared for her safety and chastity when the outcasts attacked her mentor's ship, he wasn't so lucky. She shivered, 'What's going to happen to me, are those barbarians going to ravish me?'. her fears still hounded her, even though the largest of them said something in their language to stop them from touching her.
They kept her in shackles and under heavy guard, 'They're probably going to sell me into slavery', fresh tears carved new trails down her dirty face. She could hear blood curdling screams and a distorted cackling from above, breaking bones and tearing flesh sounded alongside them. Minute by minute, the screams grew quieter, 'Is a monster attacking the ship, will it kill me too?'.
She heard no more screams, just the sound of panicked shuffling descending into the hold. Fearful muttering sounded behind the iron door of her cell's room, being pursued by hiss-like whispering. A body thudded against the door as the barbarian pleaded. She heard a scream before a sword plunged through the door, blood dripped from the blade tip.
Hiccup POV
I blew out a breath of relief, then stepped back from the impaled outcast, 'Purging these bastards sure was cathartic'. 'I heard about this particular group', I lifted my mask and spat at the corpse. 'Disgusting outcasts, worse than berserkers they are', I whistle to Diggy.
He descends, then observes the carnage, "Master, was exterminating these humans necessary?".
"Trust me Digdig, these trolls are worse than beasts", I deform my gauntlets, "We should scavenge their armor and weapons for iron". I grab the sword and pull it free, screech, dropping the corpse. My head snaps up when I hear a high squeak from behind the punctured door, 'Huh, did I miss one?'. I toss the sword; it floats to Diggy's growing mass of magnetized loot stuck to his body. I see him fly up through the open hatch, dragging the armored corpse of the outcast. I look back to the locked door, then reform my gauntlets.
PANG! PANG! I punched the door repeatedly, each time creating large fist-sized dents. I slug it a couple more times before reeling back and placing my whole body into my final punch. It flies off its hinges and crashes into an iron barred cell, the force of the impact frightened the prisoner. My eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room; I finally see the captive.
'It's a girl?!', the prisoner was indeed a young woman, about my age. Her tan olive skin was fascinating, I've heard Gobber mention people like her who live outside of the archipelago in places called deserts. He described it like an endless beach with no water, 'How can people survive in a place like that?'. She cowers from me approaching her cell, her clothing is so… different. I could guess they used to be colorful, but now were thin and in tatters.
Diggy returned, which frightened her more, "Greetings master, I have separated the bodies of the humans from their armor-". He was about to continue until he noticed the girl, "What are you going to do with this one?".
"Scan her for any trauma", he floated to the cell and swept a sensor beam across her trembling body.
Nar POV
Diggy chimed, "Mild dehydration and minor external injuries".
Hiccup sighed, "Good, I thought I might've had to bring these outcasts back to life just to kill them more painfully". He stepped to the cell door, the girl whimpered, 'I might hurt the girl if I try to smash it open'. "Diggy, use your 'Gate' upgrade and get the loot back to the cove", Hiccup deformed his gauntlets, "I'll help the girl". The automata flew back up to the deck, leaving his master alone with the girl.
He summoned a plasma jet from his left index finger, the girl's hidden violet eyes widen as she whispered, "Ifrit".
Hiccup's head snapped up, "What?", although to her it sounded like a distorted hiss. She whimpered, so he returned to cutting through the lock. The chunk of melted iron fell to the floor, he easily opened the loose door. She pressed herself harder into the corner as Hiccup stepped inside, "Easy there, I'm not going to hurt you". Again, she couldn't understand what he was saying, she pleaded in her language.
'I can't understand a word she's muttering', he noticed she was bleeding from a small cut above her eye. Hiccup slowly approached her; she was frozen in fear as he loomed over her. With a swipe of his hand, he acquired a drop of her sweet-smelling blood. 'Strange, It smells... nice', he shrugged and tilted his mask up. He dragged his fingernail across the tongue of his exposed mouth, revealing his fair skin and fangs.
The girls saw this, she frantically muttered, "He is going to eat me!".
He reattached his mask, "Relax, Humans don't taste good", her eyes widen again when she understood his joke. "Although, I can't speak from experience", he crouched down to her level, "So, who are you and why are you on an outcast ship?".
She bowed her head to hide behind her messy platinum blonde hair and with the softest voice, she responded, "Shazia".
Hiccup smiled behind his mask, "Shazia, such a lovely name for a lovely creature". He stood up and held out his hand, "Pleased to meet you, my name's Hix". His piercing gaze felt like it was controlling her shaky movements as she reached for his hand, he gently lifted her to her feet. She wobbled as he broke off her shackles, so Hiccup decided to carry her in his arms. "I think it's best if I carry you Zia, I hope you don't mind me calling you Zia".
She nodded, "I-it's fine", she hid her face when she saw the carnage as they stepped out of her cell's room.
"Sorry about the mess, I got carried away", he rubbed her shoulder, which calmed her.
Zia started crying, 'Am I finally safe?', she felt an aura of overwhelming but benevolent power flowing from the demon carrying her. He trudged up the stairs, the sunlight blinded her since she hadn't seen the open sky in days.
They emerged on deck, "It's worse up here", Zia buried her face into his hoodie's neck. Hiccup held her tighter, "Listen carefully Zia, I'm going to fly now", his wings sprouted from under his shirt and Hoodie. She whimpered and grabbed onto his vest, he shushed and rubbed her back, "Don't worry, I got you".
Zia felt a pull as Hiccup flew up, "C-can I look?".
"Almost, I'm going to sink the ship, so it might be loud", she braced herself. Hiccup shifted her in his arms until he managed to get his right hand free, then unleashed a plasma blast at the smoldering ship. He spun and flew towards the isle of Berk, "Try not to panic but you can look".
"Ok", Zia squeak, she was in awe as he flew high above the ocean.
Hiccup felt her relax, "Can you tell me how you ended up on an outcast ship?".
"Faraway in my homeland, my parents were merchants. The town where I was born was very superstitious, especially when plague began sweeping through our country. The townspeople blamed me when it reached our town. They said I was born cursed or a witch, my unnatural hair and eyes were proof", Hiccup chuckled nasally.
Zia scowled, "Sorry, I was amused by their thinking of you as cursed". He cleared his throat, "My kind can sense magic, I feel no such curse mark on you". She smiled, "Please, continue".
"My mother died to the illness when I was very young, my father fell ill over a year ago. He begged his friend to make me his apprentice and take me away from there, I learned he passed a few weeks later. I studied from him for a month, when he sailed north and came to this archipelago's waters. Those um… what did you call them, Outcasts?", he nods. "They attacked the ship and killed my father's friend, they took me captive and you know the rest", she snuggled closer to him to avoid the chilly winds.
"Outcasts are the most disgusting of all Vikings, exiled for theft, murder or worse", he turned to her, "I'm glad nothing atrocious happen to you".
"Thank you… for saving me", she smiled.
"Anytime".
Later, Hiccup's cove
Hiccup descended as they neared the cove, green grass covered the bottom. The surrounding forest was lusher the closer it was to the cove, Diggy patiently watched his master float down, "Greetings master, I see you decided to aid the human female".
"I guess I worked off this week's crankiness", he walked in holding Zia and Diggy following behind. "I know it isn't much but it's home", Zia's eyes scanned Hiccup's modern victorian style home, "You're welcome to stay as long as you need to".
Her head snapped to him, "R-really?".
He smiled but before he could respond, a voice blared through the house, "HICCUP, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!".
"Calm down, Cyrai".
"CALM DOWN, CALM DOWN, YOU GO OFF TO HELL KNOWS WHERE AND DON'T EVEN BOTHER TO KEEP YOUR COMM ON, THEN TELL ME TO CALM DOWN?!". After a few tense moments, she finally calms and notices what he's carrying, "Uh, who's the girl?".
He set her down, her legs having their strength back, "Her name is Shazia, she was captured by the Outcasts". Hiccup went into the storage closet, he pulled out a bundle of wool, rolls of cloth and some leather, "Hey Cyrai, can you display a set of clothes for Zia?". She grumbled but promptly did so, Hiccup swiped through the projections, "Here, just look through these until you find something you like".
While Zia searched, he went into his workshop to put up his equipment. "E-excuse me, Hix, I found something", he emerged mask-less and closed the door behind him.
Hiccup examined her choice; the mannequin wore an off the shoulder white long sleeve sweater. Under that, it wore a black top and leggings. Dark gray fur boots finished the outfit, "I think it'll look good on you". He looked at Zia, who simply stared at his face, "Is there something on my face?".
"Y-you're eyes".
"My eyes?", Cyrai began to fabricate her choice from the supplies.
"Yes", Zia stares at his ruby red eyes, "They're beautiful".
Cyrai clears her throat, which frees him from his daze, "Um thanks, let me show you the bathroom". He handed Zia the folded outfit, then led her to the first-floor bathroom. It was opposite his first bedroom, which was made into a guest room when Diggy finished building the second floor. He opened the small room and showed her how to use the shower, "You just turn this one for cold water and this one for hot".
She set down her folded clothes on the sink and ran her hand under the tub spout, "How did you warm the water?".
"There's a magi-steel water drum built inside the wall, it has coils inside it enchanted with fire magic", her stomach rumbled. He chuckled and stepped out, "I'll make you something to eat while you bathe yourself".
He closed the door and walked to his kitchen, Cyrai's avatar appeared on the counter, "Why are you helping that human?".
"Like I said before, just because I am a demon, doesn't mean I have to act like one", he dropped some cut potatoes in a stew cooking on the stove.
"You're not being truthful, Hiccup", Cyrai tapped her foot.
"Uhhh fine", he sighed, "To be honest, when I found her on that ship, I saw myself". "We were both victims, suffering because we were different", Hiccup stirred the stew. "Did you create everything she would need?", he tasted the stew.
"Yes, undergarments as well", they heard the shower stop.
"Excuse me, Hix, umm… how do I wear this?", Zia said from behind the closed door.
Hiccup turned to Cyrai, "You mind?", she groaned and vanished. While Cyrai showed Zia how to dress, he poured two bowls of stew and carried them to the dining table. He sat and waited until she emerged wearing her new clothes, beaming when he saw her smile, "You certainly clean up good".
"T-thank you", Hiccup was about to eat, "Why are you being so kind to me?".
He set down his spoon, "Hearing how much you went through, reminded me about my hardships".
"Did you grow up like me?".
Hiccup chuckled, "Oh no, my life before I left was much worse. Not only did they reject me, the adults turned a blind eye when my peers beat the snot outta me. Even my previous father struck me during his drinking binges and neglected me when he wasn't drunk". He saw her eyes filled with tears, "It's fine, helping you kinda feels like I'm helping myself". They ate in silence, Hiccup picked up after they finished, "How about a tour to help you get settled in?".
"O-ok", Zia followed him outside, he spent the next hour showing her the buildings around the cove. Hiccup occasionally demonstrating magic as he showed her his forge, storage barn and greenhouse.
The sun was getting low in the sky, "Looks like it's getting late, we better turn in for the day". He showed her to the guest bedroom on the first floor, "It's only a bed for now, but I'll get Digdig working on furniture tomorrow". He left her to remove her sweater and boots, then she crawled under the blanket.
'This feels like a dream, a handsome young man rescuing me and letting me stay with him in such a nice house', Zia pulled up the blanket. The soft mattress quickly drawing her to sleep, 'If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up'.
The next day
Hiccup was toasting buttered bread slices and frying boar strips, the aroma roused Zia from her slumber. She slowly opened her eyes, 'I'm so happy it wasn't a dream', she fixed her hair after dressing herself. Thinking back to her tour of Hiccup's home, her mind wandered back to how amazing his magic was, 'I wish I could use it too, maybe I should ask him if he can teach me'.
She stepped out of her room. Hiccup had his back to her, whistling while wearing a cooking apron. Zia went into the bathroom to freshen up and brush her teeth with something Cyrai called 'toothpaste'. "Look who's up, sleepyhead", he called out when she came out of the bathroom. "I made toast and fried boar", the plates clinked when he set them down on the table.
They both sat down, Zia waited until he was about to eat, "Hix?".
"Hmm?".
"Can you teach me how to use magic?", he eyed her, sensing no ulterior motive behind her question.
He sighed, "I'm sorry, mortals can't use magic". Zia shoulders slumped, "Normal people don't have mana".
"Oh, I see, were you able to use it all your life?".
"No, I wasn't always a demon", he leaned back in his chair. "I was once human, like you, until I was killed by one of my peers and brought back as a demon by my Pops. He was an ancient demon that became my friend, I see him as my dad since he turned me into one", Zia perked up.
"So, does that mean I can become like you?", he shrugged.
"Probably, I don't know how to turn someone into a demon though, Pops knew WAY more ancient magic than I do", Cyrai appeared on the coffee table.
"You haven't reached that skill level of magic yet", Cyrai didn't like their conversation.
"Cyrai might know a way, but- ", Diggy flew in through a self-closing hatch.
"Master, the excavator fell off the steps… again", Hiccup huffed.
He followed the automata out, "That's the second time this week!".
Zia turned to the frowning avatar, "Do you know a way to make me like Hix?".
"Yes, but I don't like you", Cyrai said in her language.
"You could speak to me all this time?!".
"Yes, I learn any skill Hiccup does, he is my master", she crossed her translucent arms.
"I see, what will it take for you to help me?", Zia felt that she was fond of Hiccup.
They glared at each other for a minute, "I will show Hiccup a method to changing a mortal into a demon IF you do something for me", Cyrai declared.
"Name it".
"You'll do everything in your power to help me get my own body", Zia raised an eyebrow.
"Ok, sounds reasonab- ", Cyrai interrupted.
"One condition, you can't make any advances on Hiccup until I get my body", Zia was peeved, "Take it or leave it".
She scowled, "Fine, Deal".
Hiccup opened the door and stood in the doorway looking back, "You seriously need to get started on a rail for those steps", Diggy agreed. He carried the pieces of Mole into his workshop, "I'll deal with it later", he muttered after closing the door.
Cyrai and Zia nodded at one another, "Hiccup, I know of a way to turn her into a demon".
"Really?".
Cyrai held open her palm, creating a hologram of a page from her grimoire, "In the school of dark magic is an ancient curse called 'Kin's bite'. Although time consuming, it should grant her the ability to use magic". The page depicted a humanoid creature pouncing on a person and attacking them, "I can walk you through the process, if she wants to go through with it".
Zia was unsettled but determined, "Will it hurt?".
"Yes, it will, all Hiccup has to do is channel his demon energy into his fangs and force it into your bloodstream. You'll have three days to change your mind, he'll be able to dispel the curse within that time. After three days, you'll fall into a deep sleep for three more days as his mana begins to transform your flesh and bones to that of a demon. On the seventh day, the pain of your skin peeling off and your teeth falling out will wake you, they'll be replaced by new skin and fangs. Any questions?", Zia stood up and walked to Hiccup.
"I'm ready", she pulled her top's collar to expose her skin by her neck.
Hiccup followed Cyrai's instructions, his fangs tingled with magic energy, "Are you sure, Zia?".
"I am", he wrapped his arms around her and sunk his fangs into her shoulder, she flinched at the pain. Hiccup held her tighter, savoring her sweet tasting blood.
After a minute, he released her and bandaged her wound, "How do you feel?".
"Strange", she smiled, "A good kind of strange".
(A/N: I don't know if virgin blood smells/tastes nice to demons, eh. I decided to let Cyrai get a body, how will she look I still don't know yet. Should Zia get a constructor of her own? If she does, I could use some suggestion for feminine names.)
(Shazia: has meanings like, "Princess", "Rare", "Exotic".)