The Dark Rebirth of Pandora: Revenge of the Abyss-Chapter 240: Food for Azazel

"Okay, sweetie, you’re hungry so eat them all up," I say as I put Azazel on the ground. I look into the future for a moment, seeing that Pandora is reading a book in the academy while waiting for the fake Akari to finish arranging things.

She doesn’t even know all the effort and work I’m putting into taking care of our daughter. I can’t wait to go collect on all this effort.

However, I must be very patient and go only when there are no problems, and also when I make my daughter love me more than she loves Pandora, after all, I’m her first mother, I should be the favorite.

My daughter quickly looks at the 50 tied and chained employees I captured for her to eat. She soon looks at me with her cute little eyes, as if asking if she can really eat them.

Considering how I was previously preventing her from doing so almost 90% of the time, leaving her without her prey.

"It’s yours, go eat!" I say as I sit in a chair and grab a glass of good blood to enjoy and rest. The last few hours have been very hectic, if I could age, I would have lost many years of life.

I see how my little daughter feasts on the vampires, biting them and quickly sucking their blood, showing that she was really very hungry, and I just thought she was normal.

But unlike Pandora’s savagery when eating, where she violently tears the prey apart, ripping off its flesh like a wild beast, my daughter eats more elegantly, spreading much less blood.

I take a sip of the delicious blood in the glass while watching enthusiastically as Azazel, who already had her prey previously delivered, doesn’t need to pretend to cry and attract the prey.

The vampires who are being controlled by me do not react or try to escape from my daughter, who quickly reduces their numbers, showing how hungry she was.

Of course, she placed the Pandora-shaped doll on the floor as if watching, which is a considerable displeasure, showing how valuable Pandora is to my daughter.

Pandora is my soulmate, but even so, she’s stealing the affection that should belong to me! I’ll have to show my daughter that I’m a better mother than Pandora.

I must be her favorite mother, after all, she came from my womb, took from my mana, and is living at my expense, I’m obviously the best mother.

And after a few minutes, my little daughter killed all the vampires, draining their blood, although clearly the last 5 vampires had an extremely slow pace, showing that she was full.

’Greedy just like Pandora...’ They are so similar that it’s like seeing another Pandora in front of me, a true miniature of Pandora that combines elegance and chaos with cuteness and a certain naivety.

I go to my daughter, who is quite clean, considering the amount of vampires that served as food for her. Only her little face has a bit of blood, and her little dress has a few drops.

Her hunting method doesn’t end up spreading much blood, which is great for both her and me, and the maids who will later have to clean up this mess and wash the clothes.

"Who’s my cute little vampire, is it you?" I try to cheer her up somehow. She waves her arms with a happy smile, showing her beautiful little fangs. Pandora would be enchanted to see this cuteness.

And demons in general would love this girl, but Pandora probably won’t be able to see this child anytime soon, and she will probably have grown a lot by then.

"Mama, aguuu," she babbles as if wanting to say something while reaching out to me. I bring her closer, and she touches my face with her newly discovered curiosity.

She puts a finger in her mouth and looks into my eyes with confusion, probably seeing her own reflection in my eyes and not understanding it.

"Ahh-goo yaaay!" She lets out an excited little scream while pointing to my eyes. It seems she likes her own reflection. I put her in the chair I was sitting in and create a reflective surface like a mirror.

Ignoring the various dried bodies in the room that now decorate the rather unpleasant and a bit dark setting.

"Here you are, sweetie!" I say, placing the mirror in front of her. She crawls a bit, falling off the chair, but without making any sound of pain as she approaches the mirror and starts staring at it.

"Mama...buah buhaba?" Azazel speaks, pointing to the mirror as if trying to tell me something or show me something, but I have no idea what it could be.

’...What did she say?’ I don’t understand. She points to the mirror and babbles excitedly, but I have no idea what she’s talking about or trying to say.

She stands up and takes a few balanced but clearly unprepared steps, and approaches, touching the reflective surface and staining it with blood from the blood on her little hands.

"Mama?" She even seemed to have forgotten Pandora’s toy, but soon went to it and grabbed it to bring it in front of the mirror.

’Damn the moment I gave her that toy.’ It’s a blow to my pride. By the end of the year, I’ll make this child love me more than she loves Pandora.

"Baah," she holds the toy in front of the mirror while babbling some strange sounds, but soon seems to get annoyed with the mirror and tries to push it, but since I’m holding the mirror, she can’t push it.

"B-Buuaaahh," she soon starts crying, which leaves me confused and unsure of what to do. Why is she crying? Nothing happened! She was just in front of a mirror and seemed happy, and now she’s like this?

"Enough with the mirrors for you today," I dismiss the mirror and hold her in my lap, but she continues crying, and it’s practically unbearable, so I open my clothes and shove her face into my chest.

"..." She obviously doesn’t make a sound because the sound is muffled by my very large and soft breasts, but from her movements, it seems she has stopped crying while holding my breasts and starting to lick me, probably trying to suck.

I move her a bit closer to the nipple, and she soon starts sucking calmly, drinking my milk, which gives me a sense of accomplishment! I did this on my own.

I made her drink my milk without anyone telling me I had to do it at that exact moment. It’s so strange to be excited about something so basic.

I sit in the chair while watching my daughter nursing from my milk. The feeling of it is almost calming, and she looks so cute. She closes her eyes when she sucks the milk, almost as a reflex.

I can feel her little sharp fangs rasping against my breasts. They are quite sharp and powerful in their own way. She is undoubtedly a beautiful little vampire princess who will make me proud if she stays in line and doesn’t try to go against my desires.

"Daughter, I think I’ll teach you to rule the vampires. Isn’t that not a bad idea?" My daughter obviously doesn’t respond, but it’s not like I was expecting an answer.

I just think about what I’ll do with this child. There’s a lot I can do, but while she doesn’t grow up and get stronger, almost everything is too limited to be a real option I would choose.

"You know, daughter, I’d love to add you to my plans. When you grow up and wake up, maybe I’ll show you my incredible and ingenious idea."

"Asleep?..." I notice the movements have stopped, although she still sucks on my breast, she seems much calmer now. I sigh with relief to finally have some time to rest instead of running around the castle looking for her.

I’m not physically tired, but the strange new feelings have left me mentally exhausted, which is inevitable due to the changes in my body to adapt to the baby.

"I see she’s asleep," one of the clones appears and speaks while staring at me breastfeeding my sleeping daughter.

"Yes, she’s asleep, so speak quietly," I don’t want her to wake up and start doing crazy things again.

"Okay, I just came to see you since the clone currently in charge of the research said she wanted to see the child and study how the Tenebris Abyssus are able to create perfect hybrids."

"Without the child dying or being deformed..." My clone falls silent when I look at him angrily.

"No, I won’t give my daughter to her. Make that clear, and tell her that if she mentions it again, I’ll kill her." I know well what she would do for her experiments because she is me, but I don’t want my daughter to go through that.

And there are no reasons or benefits beyond satisfying curiosity. If there were benefits, I might let her, but since it’s just curiosity, there’s no reason for me to expose my daughter to something bad.

"Okay, I’ll deliver your message. Additionally, we killed any maid who knew about...your daughter. No maid who left the mansion knowing this information is alive."

"This way, only the employees here inside know about your son or the fact that you gave birth, so we’ll prevent Pandora from finding out before the time and coming to claim, kill, or take the child."

"Great," I say, just that, while caressing Azazel’s head. The clone simply leaves while I continue giving affection to my daughter, whom I strangely love so much.