My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1 - 1 Silver Python

From the moment of my birth, the ability to speak eluded me.

A fortune-teller declared me simple-minded, destined to a life of silence with a mind that would never comprehend speech.

That changed when I turned three, the same year my father succumbed to cancer.

Coincidentally, my first words were uttered as he passed.

My father, wasted by his illness, lay dying in our large bed, dressed in a striking black Silver Python Cheongsam.

The embroidered python was unnervingly lifelike, its silver scales gleaming with an intense light.

Its pair of ink-black eyes were exceptionally vivid, appearing almost capable of reflecting a Human Form.

While weeping, I pointed to the Silver Python on the cheongsam and uttered my first sentence, "There's a person sitting on Daddy."

My young age at the time leaves my memory fragmented.

Even now, despite my best efforts to recall, I only retain a hazy image of a White Python's shape perched upon my father's deceased form.

I cannot remember the figure's appearance, nor why it sat there, or why only I seemed to perceive it.

After my father's passing, the cheongsam was not interred with him. Instead, it was displayed prominently in our home, serving as the emblem for our family's tailor shop.

This very cheongsam possessed the ability to extend one's lifespan; for an individual on the brink of death from a terminal illness.

Wearing it could grant at least three additional years of life.

While seemingly a short duration, for those facing imminent demise, every extra moment was an invaluable treasure.

As I matured, I began to perceive the cheongsam as something more than fabric; during the night, I often felt as though the silver Giant Python depicted on it was poised to detach itself at any moment!

The silver python's gaze seemed to grow increasingly sinister and unnerving with each passing day. Whenever I glanced up, those eyes felt like they were watching me, holding a mocking smile.

Then, on the eve of my twenty-first birthday, the python motif on the cheongsam materialized into a spectral shadow, descending to coil around my legs as I lay in bed.

An icy sensation, like a piercing icicle, shot through my heart.

Next, a pair of hands, frigid as ice, brushed against my cheeks, asking, "Su Wan, do you know who I am?"

I remained immobilized, as if held captive by an unseen force. In the deep darkness, his face remained indistinct, and I managed to stammer, "You... who are you?"

"I... am the White Python from the cheongsam your Su Family so cherishes," he responded slowly, his voice imbued with a chilling disdain.

Shock coursed through me. "What? But... that's merely embroidery. How could it become alive?"

Was my mind playing tricks, conjuring hallucinations?

Or was this merely a dream?

"Your father personally flayed me and stitched my skin into that very cheongsam. Rather amusing, wouldn't you agree?" His fingers traced my lips, pinching them with a deliberate malice that caused a sting.

My lips throbbed, yet I dared not protest, overwhelmed by a profound and inexplicable dread, and I managed to ask, "What do you want?"

Had my father truly slain him?

If so, it would explain the uncannily lifelike depiction of the python on the cheongsam, and its persistent, deliberate gaze upon me...

This realization sent an even greater wave of revulsion through me.

He had observed our entire family all along – how utterly terrifying!

"Hehehehe..." A soft, drawn-out chuckle escaped his lips, so profoundly chilling it seemed to crystallize the very air around us.

Amidst his laughter, my consciousness began to fade, growing sluggish.

Subsequently, I lost all awareness.

From that night forward, the White Python from the cheongsam would manifest each night.

It would glide across the white wall, slip into my bed, and assume the form of that deeply unsettling man, his touch repeatedly gracing my face.

His bone-chilling fingers explored my body again and again.

This agonizing ordeal persisted for two months, until a pervasive nausea began to plague me, leading to frequent bouts of vomiting.

A subsequent visit to the hospital for a medical examination left me utterly aghast.

I was, unbelievably... pregnant.