Chapitre 12: History Of Demonic Arts
WITCHES riding on their broomsticks, zombies picking up their eyes amidst the crowded hallway, horned beings, ethereal beings that made it seem as if they had halos above their heads for fuck knows why reasons, and floating beings that screamed supernatural – the flock of black butterflies passed by the chaotic scene of the hallway as Cent secretly thanked her ability for the first time.
That is like the Transylvania Academy version of Nether World aka Hell aka again the Malevolent World.
Cent scanned all the gigantic wooden doors to see if it was the History of Demonic Arts which her father made sure to be taken by her. Apparently, the one who would give the lecture would be a demon lord named Asmodeus the Lustful.
Three corners and six doors, a titan-like door with the crest of 'History of Demonic Arts' written on it with the flashing fire that read 'Asmodeus the Lustful'. Thanked fuck!
Concentrating on a single image of a black butterfly, the flock of butterflies turned into one entity flapping silently as the manifestation of Cent flew upward upon the opening of the door. A hoard of students dashed inside the room as they fought where to sit – wherein the front rows were easily occupied.
It was an advantage for Cent since she did not like to sit in the front row. I already decided to stay like nobody in Transylvania Academy and take my classes diligently to be the monster that she is required to be.
Determined with her resolve, Cent manifested into her real form when she finally chose the furthermost part of the seat which was almost empty. Perhaps supernatural beings are suckers for lessons?
Shrugging as she took the seat, Cent placed her things on her dark-colored desk. Like always, she would be taking notes to get her goal. At Julliard, she took her notes diligently for her scholarship. Now, she would be taking notes for her training to be a monster. Whatever that means.
"Hmmm. Beelzebub's daughter, ey?" A husky voice made her jump from her seat – startling her in the process, scattering her notebooks on her desk. "Jesus!"
"The irony for Hell's Grand Duke's only offspring to speak such word." The hint of mischief laced upon his voice matched his playful yet dangerous features. Cent stared shockingly at the man, not older than her father who looked like someone in his early twenties, staring at her as well with interest glinting in his dark blue eyes.
Cent remained frozen as she slowly realized she was becoming the center of attention as all eyes were on them. Holy shit.
The empty teacher's table and her classmates' weird behavior – is all because of this man who just popped out of nowhere? Is he Asmodeus the Lustful?
"Are you the professor?" Cent wanted to scream – in fact, she was screaming internally as she was imagining that she was pulling her horns. This is not part of the 'nobody plan'!
The red-haired man with the darkest pair of aqua eyes took the only seat next to her as he leaned to stare at her like a fine specimen which irritated the hell out of Cent. She did not want to be under such scrutinizing eyes again – it reminded her of her past life when her father was still not there. "Yes, yes. I'm Asmodeus the Greatest and I will be your teacher for Demonic Arts History, darling Crescent the Glutton."
Upon his words of affirmation, all of her classmates who were all horned beings gasped audibly. After all, it would not be every day that there would be a Halfling transferee. She knew that they would find out sooner about her identity, but it would be great to happen at her own pace.
Cent just nodded her head, hoping to end the useless conversation. Her wince-like smile simply implied to him that he should leave her be and just tend to his class.
Asmodeus the Lustful stood up as he clapped his hands once, drawing every attention of the students inside the wretched class. "Okay, class. Since we are practically in the middle of the term, can someone enlighten the newest Halfling and your newest classmate on what we've discussed so far?"
Finally, he is taking his job seriously – or so I thought.
"Lenny, why don't you narrate our lessons so far, darling?" Asmodeus the Lustful stood behind Cent as he pointed to the girl with a pair of small horns and an eyeglass which made Cent conclude that she might be the class representative for this subject.
The girl called out and immediately stood up and faced their professor – or faced them as she was sitting right in front of the crazy teacher. "As per Lord Asmodeus the Lustful requested, after the spring season ended we were able to cover the history of one great demon lord which is the demon king Lucifer the Prideful. We were also able to tackle the battle of Halflings for the flame throne." Lenny's eyes lingered on her before shifting to the man behind Cent.
Her action astounded her in a bad way. What battle? And flame what?
Something struck inside Cent as she dared to look up at him behind her back. "What battle of Halflings, professor?" She would not call him 'lord' since she remembered what Gukasho told her. There were only two people who she needed to bow down, her father the Grand Duke of the Malevolent World, and King Lucifer the Prideful. Others could be designated as her equal or someone lesser than her standing and the teardrop-styled brooch attached to her was one of the proof of her standing in the Malevolent World.
His entertained aqua eyes gazed down on her. "Grego, answer her question." He pointed to a chubby-looking demon with an even smaller pair of horns compared to Lenny's.
He stumbled upon his words before answering completely. "The battle of Halflings took place if there were possible offspring that could challenge the reigning king. The last battle of Halflings happened two centuries ago wherein the Halfling, Damon who is the son of King Lucifer the Prideful, won the battle. He got the right to challenge his father but failed to win as he announced his surrender to his father after being beaten a hundred times by his father. The flame throne they were fighting for was the flaming seat wherein only the strongest among the demons could sit. The being who could take his or her seat on the flame throne would be granted immense power and immeasurable control of the Malevolent Territory among all the demon lords. As of this day, with only three offspring present including Damon who is waiting for his second chance to defeat his father, the battle of Halflings would seem impossible until – " Like earlier, his gaze lingered towards her which made her uncomfortable.
His words were cut off by Asmodeus himself. "Until you came and perfected the number required to start a battle of Halflings. However, your father dotes you like crazy that even I, Asmodeus the Greatest, could not ponder why. He himself sent a petition to let you adjust first to your new identity since fighting now would only make you the easiest prey among the four Halflings. So instead, King Lucifer grants you six months to adjust and prepare for the battle of the Halflings, ding ding ding!" The crazy teacher clapped his hands merrily as if he did not give her a very grave news.
Cent could practically see all her plans draining down the sink. Her 'I am just a nobody so don't mind me' tactic vanished into thin air as she learned that she would fight to survive among the three Halflings!
Why did Dad and Gukasho fail to inform me about this?
Pinching her nose to stop herself from sighing, Cent felt a tap on her back.
Probably from the weird professor, ugh, just leave me alone! I need to adjust my mind that I will be entering a literal fighting pit after six months! Not to mention, I have to face someone as maniac as that wretched Damon! Fuck, I am so screwed!
"Now that we told our darling latecomer her missed lessons, shall we begin our new topic?"
Finally, the crazy professor walked towards the podium located at the front of the room, leaving a balder dashed Cent at the back.
Her hands curled as they produced sweat like crazy – a sign that she was anxious. She got six months to strengthen her demonic energy in order to hatch her familiar's egg. Cent also needed to master her shadow manipulation and she needed to ask her father about the abilities she got, especially her glowing lime green eyes.
Somehow, Cent felt nothing but dread as she was thinking of all the possibilities that she would be meeting the three Halflings living in the House of Lamentation.
I need to come up with another plan as soon as possible or I will be the easiest target among the four Halflings six months from now!
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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