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 int
“CENT, HEY GIRLIE!” The faint familiar voice of Matilda stood out amidst the buzzing noise in the hallway. After the three-hour lecture led by the crazy teacher, Asmodeus the Lustful. Instead of using her butterflies, Cent decided to walk and manifest her real form. Upon remembering what those students said during the class of History of Demonic Arts, Cent realized that being the conventional nobody would surely lead to her untimely death. And death would be a hindrance to achieving her one true desire – to be with her father, her last living family. The fear to be an outcast was still there and Cent knew it would never leave her. Though a kind of swirling darkness started to creep its way to her, the once unknown But for now, she needed a way to avoid
APOLLO SKY. The pink-haired Benevolent student said earlier, indicating the name of the man standing two meters away from Maleficent. The way he brought himself showed the telltale signs of his arrogance and confidence – making Cent itched to destroy his high chair.“Are we going to stay here like this? This daughter of Beelzebub the Glutton is growing patient, son of Michael?”Cent continued prodding his ego, she crossed her arms to provoke him more. The buzzing of the students grew ever since the sadistic plot of the Benevolent students was interrupted by her – a Halfling.Cent wanted to know the difference between the status of a Halfling and a Benevolent student. She could conclude that the students from the two dormitories of Benevolent and Ambivalent were colluding against the students of the Malevolent dormitory. Cent knew the difference between the power of the Holy Flame against a lower ran
CENT FOLLOWED the three silently. No words were exchanged between the four of them. Levi kept on glancing at her, who was walking last, as he hummed some mortal’s famous nursery rhymes. Damon kept his steady strides at the center of the trio while Sylvia kept on looking back, as she kept on throwing daggers in her direction. Walking beside them was like walking on thin ice. The animosity between the four could rival an angels’ and that was saying something. Her hackles were on high alert. Cent was ready to strike even with the clear disadvantage, but she swore she would not go down without a fight. Not when she had something to fight for. The students paved their way for the four of them. And now Cent realized that she was like inside of a novel wherein she was a side character of the famous trope – and she did not like it one bit. She both hated how the students were eyeing her curiously and loved how the students’ attention, even the Benevolent, and Ambivalent ones
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 Maleficent’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 of a lot of things have 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
“Scram,” said the man with silver hair. The illumination from the room’s light gave an ethereal look at the incoming angel. His deep blue eyes shone with disinterest as he locked his gaze towards the unruly three girls. Ariel, who claimed to be doing this for Apollo Sky, faltered and unknowingly took a step back after feeling the whipping aura of the newly arrived angel.Ariel said that this pompous angel received a fair beating from Headmaster Kirk. But I can’t see any semblance that he’s been gnawed by the tentacle monster.“B-But Sky!” Ariel protested. Her eyes shone with rebellious intent as the other two shrunk at his words and were now hiding behind the pink-haired angel. Pouting her small lips, Ariel stomped her right foot – splashing water at Maleficent, who was still slumped on the water
IT HAS BEEN over a week since she started attending Transylvania Academy. The double doors of her balcony welcomed the flashing lights from the lightning zaps outside the House of Lamentation. Unlike the peaceful night of the magical floating island, the hill where the House of Lamentation was located was the only place adorned with ominous Nimbus clouds which were constantly inflicted by thunderclaps and lightning zaps.The once black-colored and spotless egg turned gray. A reptile’s scale replaced the once smooth surface of the egg. Red stripes close to the image of lightning decorated the egg that was now placed atop her desk. With Maleficent’s chin on her palm, her glowing green eyes with the same color as her brooch stared at the familiar’s egg. Somehow, she was both looking forward and scared of what she would see behind the rough-looking eggshells. She remembered her father w
The vibrations of the canopy which caused the drapes surrounding her bed to shake snapped Maleficent from her dreamless state. The clattering of her things and the roaring sounds outside her balcony muted the thunderclaps around the House of Lamentation. Her glowing green eyes, now fully awake, widened.“What the heck is happening?” Maleficent asked herself as she stood up. Clad in her pajamas, she could see that it was raining quite heavily outside along with the constant zaps of lightning and thunderclaps surrounding the House of Lamentation, the Halflings dorm house under the Malevolent Dormitory’s forsaken land.Her question was answered when a gigantic bird’s head crashed into the center of her room from the balcony. The walls were blown and the debris flew everywhere. The five meters distance be