Capítulo 17: Level Up Bullying
To fight a monster, one must become a monster to defeat one.
Damon was the definition of a monster. He was a centuries-old demon slayer, who kept his seat at the top of the pecking order. Clenching her fists, fear gnawed inside Crescent's heart. The squirming goblin in front of her seat was rattling with fear after feeling the heated gaze of the Glutton heir. Placing her chin atop her palm, for the first time, Cent did not bother to listen to what the goblin professor was talking about.
It was her last subject for her first day of class and so far, a hell lot of things happened. But, at least, she was able to learn the pecking order within the dragon-scaled walls of Transylvania Academy.
Every student stopped whatever they were doing, the chimes of the grandfather's clock echoed to every nook and cranny of the academy. The goblin professor stopped whatever he was talking about in front of them.
Finally, the blasted Demonic Literature class has finally ended!
"Okay, class. See you tomorrow." The shining head of the bald goblin professor was the last thing that Cant saw as the professor trotted away from the buzzing students in the class.
Stretching her neck, Cent wondered why she never felt any ounce of weight even if her horns were quite enormous. It was enormous and imposing and among the Halflings, only Damon could compete with her horns. Shaking her head with the useless thought, Crescent started to walk away from the classroom.
Before her human form could step out of the class. Malevolent students from the same class saw Crescent turn into a flock of black butterflies. The sound of gasps resonated inside the room, but Cent, in her flock of butterflies form, headed straight to the cafeteria.
I may be a Halfling, but this body needs food – human food! Pizza, ramen, fish n' chips, anything just give me some damn food!
Passing by every corner just above the buzzing hallways packed with students from different races –the black butterflies flew over the students riding their broomsticks or using their wings to avoid the clashing of students below them. With no definite form, Cent easily maneuvered herself in the air.
The smell of sautéed garlic whipped around Crescent's butterfly form – her nostrils squirmed and her stomach churned. She was so into her plan that she forgot to take her lunch. Now humming in her head, the young heir of the Glutton Ducal House of the Nether World was interrupted haphazardly.
One corner – it only took one corner for Crescent to ruin her plans with the food. Gone was her daydream of the expensive-looking Transylvania Academy.
The once flock of butterflies turned into human form again and a wave of familiar heat struck her backside – the tumbling Crescent barely stopped herself from being smashed to the white-tiled walls of the comfort room. She was greeted with numerous looming shadows emitting hostility toward her.
Though her surrounding was blurred and spinning, Crescent could not help but grin upon realizing the familiar aura around her. Wiping the trickling blood on her forehead, Crescent looked up at the proprietor of such a vulgar act.
The snickering mocked her – the flashes of her memory as a human in the foster shelter crept inside her again. The feeling of being dragged and tossed like a battered doll was sickening for her.
"Little Miss Ariel came to settle the debt, huh?" Crescent staggered as she stood up. The water from the broken pipes drenched the Halfling. Her stockings were torn and the skin underneath was bloodied and bruised.
The pink-haired angel grabbed her horn and pulled her roughly. "Because of your slutty action, Sky is suffering right now. You are just a piece of shit anyway, a part human and part demon, your existence itself is a joke. So I will eradicate your right now before you cause more mayhem for Sky and the other angels."
Crescent did not bother to deny Ariel's words as she did not make a move to punish the insolent hand that was holding her precious horns – the horns she got from her father.
Smirk widening, Crescent's glowing green eyes stared at the fuming Ariel. Behind the avenging angel were the cackling brethren of the pink-haired angel.
"No. You are just saying that, justifying your bullying because you see me as the weakest member of the beings that you loathed the most. Or perhaps, you are one of those Holier than though ones? You acted as if you are loyal to Apollo Sky, but you are doing this for Damon the Prideful. After all, you want to spread your holy legs for the son of the Nether World's King."
With the ringing of her ears and the heat from her cheeks, Crescent clenched her jaws as his face turned in the right direction with one swift slap.
Ha! I nailed it, I see.
Standing up straight even from the onslaught of the aura emitted by the four, Crescent found her equal footing a long time ago but chose not to do anything about it. She knew that she already hit the limit today by standing out too much in the hallway.
Watching the helpless murder of the two zombies and witnessing the angels as they targeted Matilda, her first colleague, made Crescent snap. She forgot that she must not cause trouble to add more burden on her plate. Being a monster and fighting the fellow Halflings were enough for her, she could not handle another set of enemies.
Smiling, Crescent mocked Ariel – provoking the latter more. She wanted them to get it over with. She was hungry, cold, wet, and tired. If they wanted to beat her up, she wanted it done immediately.
After all, she could not afford to bare her fangs against them. Though her action would be an open invitation to bully her more, it would also reduce the hostility between the four should she try to retaliate.
Being looked down upon is not a bad thing. I must buy time to build my strength with only a little time. No one will really pay keen attention to the weakest Halfling of the Malevolent Dorm. It will sully my name and my father's, but I can move freely without being observed by unwanted prying eyes.
The second slap reached her left cheek. "You stupid bitch!" A freckled angel with lilac-colored hair wailed like a banshee on her left.
The one on Crescent's right side pulled her horn, which was once pulled by Ariel. "How dare you insult the Holy Maiden!"
Crescent cackled, her laugh echoed within the four walls of the comfort room. "Holy Maiden? Her? Cut the bullshit."
The glowing green eyes mocked Ariel openly. Though the latter was clearly the one who got the upper hand in the situation, Ariel hated how those calm and glowing green eyes were looking at her underhandedly – as if secretly mocking her.
Ariel, though bother by the Halfling's pompous attitude, watched with a growing grin while Tatiana ad Gianna beat the wretched half-human and half-demon in front of her. She longed to humiliate the Halflings, but Sylvia was a damn bad bitch and was someone she could not hurt without risking her pretty neck.
But now, a half-human Halfling ventured within the walls of Transylvania Academy. Ariel could not help but feel good about the chance to take her sweet revenge against the Halflings, whom Sky was only interested in.
Smirking, Ariel ordered the two. "Gauge her eyes out."
On cue, silver daggers appeared on their palms making Crescent whistled. "You know, you could have used that in the first place. Now look at you girls, you're now out of breath beating this humble Halfling."
"Shut up!" said the two in unison – raising their hands that were holding the silver daggers. Behind them, Ariel's malicious face was smiling.
"Enough of this." A familiar cool voice interrupted the two – the daggers were now gone as if they vanished into thin air like smoke.
Shifting her head to the source of the powerful aura whipping them, the silver hair glinted against the room's illumination. Contrary to its calm disposition, the tiled walls and floor rumbled with the sudden surge of aqua-colored aura. "Now what do we have here?" He tilted his face while staring at her as if she was a specimen.
"Apollo Sky," said Crescent in a playful manner. The four were also taken aback, leaving them frozen and speechless.
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