Raising My Enemy's Disciple

Hell is empty, and the devils are here.Elena stared at the ravaged landscape, the words echoing hollowly in her mind."So, this is how it ends," she could help but whisper as she stared at her surroundings.The once-clear blue sky was now a violent tapestry of crimson and obsidian. Lush meadows were replaced by a macabre tapestry of scorched earth and countless corpses, a charnel ground fit for the damned. Buildings, the pride of a thousand-year reign, crumbled like sandcastles under an unseen assault.Would anyone believe that the Curdo Empire, a beautiful and powerful empire, has come into ruins?Everyone might laugh at her if she told people that.The once vibrant capital was now a graveyard, the air thick with the stench of decay and the metallic tang of blood.Limping and weary, Elena searched for any sign of life in this apocalyptic wasteland. It was a futile effort. Even the scavengers, those morbid opportunists, were absent from this feast of death.'So, why do I keep moving f

Chapter One..Humans do not learn from history.The gentle lapping of water against stone stirred Elena from her slumber. Slowly, she opened her eyes, the sunlight filtering through the lush canopy above, dappling her vision with bands of golden light. A bit of confusion clouded her mind as she blinked away the remnants of sleep, taking a moment to orient herself. She was submerged in the cool embrace of the lake, surrounded by life teeming in every direction. The verdant greens of the Forbidden Forest enveloped her, a stark contrast to the desolate landscape she’d battled through just prior to her dark journey. Elena took a deep breath, inhaling the crisp, earthy scent of the forest, filled with the rustling leaves and the sweet melodies of birds. This was home, she realized. Her heart soared, wrapped in the warmth of nostalgia and tranquility. She recalled the feel of the dark energy that had threatened to consume her, leaving her changed and weary. But it was gone now, as if it h

Chapter Three. A child's dream is no dream at all. The world came alive in a symphony of unfamiliar sounds, weaving together the creaking of wood, the soft crackling of the hearth, and the rustle of leaves just beyond the cabin walls. Kael awoke with a gasp, his heart pounding as he bolted upright in the makeshift cot. Panic surged through him like a charged current, and he instinctively looked around, his mind struggling to piece together the fragmented remnants of his last memory. "Where am I?" he asked himself, voice filled with confusion and fear. He remembered stepping into the forest, at first he was scared as there were many rumors and stories about it. And it was quite far from the estate and the village. But, he wanted to grow stronger. The maids and the servants from the mansion said that if can get the fruit of miracles in the middle of the Fo

Chapter Five.Vena AmorisElena went upstairs as soon as she got out of the dining room, her steps were oddly calm despite the speed of her walk. echoing softly against the wooden planks. Despite the urgency in her stride, an odd calm surrounded her, as if this internal tempest were a storm contained within glass. When she reached the old brown door that marked the threshold to her office, she took a breath, steadying herself before entering.As the door creaked open, a familiar scent enveloped her: the rich aroma of aging parchment mingling with leather, unfurling like an ancient spell.The towering bookshelves lined the walls—each shelf crammed with tomes of various sizes and shapes, their spines adorned with an array of titles that whispered of worlds long forgotten, ancient spells, and secrets too dangerous to share. In this sanctuary of knowledge, she found solace. Here, she could lose herself in the pages of obscure histories or delve deep into the mysteries of magic.And at the

Chapter Seven.The lines between life and death blur under the watchful eyes of the crows.The night stretched long and deep over the capital of the Curdo Empire, the streets devoid of life and wrapped in silence. The townsfolk had succumbed to slumber, yet a handful of figures remained vigilant at the D’Aurelle residence, where the Nighthawks kept their watch through the dark hours.Inside the grand yet shadowy estate, the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls, a reflection of the quiet determination that filled the air. At the center of the room, Lucien D’Aurelle, the head of the D’Aurelle Household, is sitting quietly as he reviews some papers.Opposite to him was Thorne, who was looking at his captain with a wrapped face. It’s been six hours since the moment he stepped inside his office, and not even once he heard his captain talk. He was there to guard him, to be at his side as his right-hand. But he cannot fathom how his captain could work for six hours straig