Transmigrating from a zombie world to become the mecha kings wife-Chapter 700: Little things proving big love.

What Lanta had just shared with her seemed to be absurd. It was not a thing she had heard of. "Can a human be turned into a demon really?"

"Why not? Is anything truly impossible in the worlds? You were human, then you were turned into a grim reaper and now rumor has it that you are a mythical kopuko." Lanta looked at Scarlet closely.

It was almost as if she was searching for horns, feathers, or something that exposed Scarlet for who she was.

"How can you use the word mythical to describe me as if I am the most unnatural thing in our world? We have demons that eat babies, those that swallow worlds, monsters with one eye, reapers with eyes on their wings and....."

She clammed up after mentioning that because those were Esong’s wings.

Lanta didn’t notice the unease Scarlet was experiencing and she said, "You are the thing they use to get little children in our world to behave. Although, i don’t think it’s going to work on your own children since you are their mother."

"My babies are already naughty." She responded with a smile on her face.

Black, the eldest loved played with the lights, turning them on and off. Freyja liked levitating spirit pets into her bed, especially the cats. She would not fall asleep unless she was cuddling a cat as if it was a stuffed animal.

Chiwa didn’t like anything other than black clothes. If you put her in an outfit that wasn’t black, she shrieked until something exploded.

Dalia enjoyed pulling the hair of anyone that risked their lives to carry her. Justin had lost much of his hair to her and so had Carnelia. Of course, the other was a deity so her hair grew back immediately. Justin on the other hand was surviving because Scarlet magically regrew his hair back at night.

Enma had moved on from breast milk to hound milk. Scarlet couldn’t understand why her baby would prefer hound milk to her own milk. She also enjoyed breaking things, anything that she looked at and could lift with one look from her eyes.

So far, they had not learned to teleport which was a big relief to her. She was planning to ask the old deity to bind that power until they were at least ten years of age.

Lanta sat in one of the chairs and chewed slowly on a donut as she asked, "What do you plan to do for their one hundred day celebration? It’s sort of a tradition among reapers to set the babies afloat on one of the rivers. They are tested and assigned either guardian or warrior depending on how many souls they catch and how much aggression they express."

"I am pretty sure that I already know which ones will be warriors." For sure, Black and Dalia would be warrior reapers. Chiwa and Enma could go either way while Freyja was more like her. She was a small peaceful thing whose joy was found in sleeping.

"Tell me more about the human turned demon. He is an RGB captain so I am sure that they will be looking for him if he goes missing."

The one Scarlet was talking about was the RGB captain James that went around with the dead incubus Atlas. He was the one making the threatening calls to her office after Atlas’s death.

"He wasn’t on the Sun star anymore, he was on one of those free planets where the law doesn’t exist and crime runs rampant. I squeezed all the answers out of him before snapping his neck and dragging his soul personally to the underworld.

So, apparently, he knew that something was different about Atlas but his dead friend never shared his secret. The human kidnapped a succubus that Atlas used to fuck, tortured her and she admitted that he was a demon.

She also told him that someday, maybe thousands of years in the future, Atlas would walk among the humans again since demons don’t really die like humans.

Now, this crazy human is in love__, lust maybe but the obsessive kind of love with Atlas."

She paused and sipped some more hot chocolate loudly before going on. "Any sane person that finds out that demons are real and they were in love with one would be freaked out. They would run to a temple for a cleansing or something. This nut job was happy, no, overjoyed. He started looking for a way to be turned into a demon so that when Atlas did get a chance to escape the dark hollow pits again, they would finally be together, in the romantic way."

"Is he crazy?" Scarlet shouted.

Who would voluntarily became a demon? Didn’t they read or listen to any of the anti demon stories the monks preached? In every world, no matter how different their religions were, one of the things they had in common was that demons were bad.

With a smirk on her face, Lanta said, "You should have seen the look on his face when i told him that i killed Atlas because the gods wanted him gone."

Lanta took pleasure in killing other demons, and she would never be hide or be ashamed of it. They were just the same when they got a chance to kill a harpy after all. It was the way of their world.

She got to her feet and walked over to the window where Scarlet had been sitting. A bouquet of mixed fresh yellow and purple flowers had been placed there. There was a ribbon tied around it which gave it the appearance of a present.

The smell of the flowers was so fragrant that the entire building smelled as lovely as the flowers.

"Hoo, did your husband get you flowers from the garden of the goddess of flowers? What a loving man he is. Let me tell you something, Flora is much more scary than Carnelia or Lythia. If she detects even one petal missing from her flowers, she throws a huge fit.

Rumor has it that she started war once with the realm of chaos because one of his naughty miniature trolls stole just one flower.

Even the flower fairies hide when they see her coming. What deal did he strike to bring these down to the human realm?"

Scarlet thought about the fact that she had been getting flowers every single day for a week now. Wherever she spent the day, the flowers appeared, be it at home or the office. Sometimes, even in the house of ministers before her meetings.

All along, she thought they were ordinary flowers from the underworld maybe. She had no idea that they were extremely special.

For the first time in weeks, a genuine smile appeared on her face when she thought about Esong. A smile that was not accompanied by pain or regret.

Fey had been encouraging her to text him if she couldn’t talk. She said consistently that the silence couldn’t go on forever and one person had to open the door and restore verbal communication.

The flowers were Esong’s way of communicating and she decided to respond through text.

Scarlet: Thank you for the flowers. I hear that the goddess Flora is quite hard to contend with. You don’t have to owe anyone a favor unnecessarily.

Oh, Merry christmas.