The moment I delivered Marvon to his first class, I didn’t know whether I should feel relieved or afraid. Mammon, who no doubt has entered the poor boy’s body, is the prince of greed. I can’t remember what he did exactly, but from what I have heard, he’s the one responsible for the downfall of the academy, which is the foundation of the hunters. Without the academy, there will be no more hunters, and without the hunters, the demons will prevail. I don’t know how Mammon did it, but I plan on sticking close to him in order to find out. Marvon and I are not in the same class, unfortunately, because I am part of the scholar students, who have advanced teachings. I can not seem to get through the lectures without thinking about what Mammon is doing to Marvon's body. I hastily pulled out Marvon's schedule that Archer had given me when lunchtime rolled around. After a quick look around, I get up and head to the classroom where he should be having his lessons. After waiting for a while,
Fighting a demon is one thing, but babysitting one is another. I hate it. I rather just kill the guy right here and right now, but by doing so, I would not figure out why he decided to appear so early on the timeline. Has my meddling with the past changed the future? Is the upcoming apocalypse drawing nearer as we speak? I don’t have much time to dwell on my thoughts because Marvon is keeping me busy enough to make me lose my mind. It’s not enough that he is enticing students to gamble with him; he is beginning to convince other professors too. I don’t know how he manages to do it, so I am guessing that maybe it is one of his demonic skills to entice people to gamble their money. He did try to charm me into gambling, but for some reason, it did not work. I guess, because of that, he is trying to avoid me as much as possible. Well, I would have taken it to my advantage if he weren’t one of the demon princes. By the end of the day, I am so exhausted. I keep running around campus, e
That one time that I would have gotten to experience some on field work by being a hunter, I had to get left behind because I had to babysit some aristocratic kid who was possessed by the demon prince of greed. It sucks. “Turn that frown upside down, Zarah.” Jackie tries to cheer me up while I pout while slouching on the couch of our headquarters. She has a troubled smile as she tries to figure out how to talk to me. “We promise to be back in no time.” “We’re going to buy you snacks when we get back!” Galvin adds, not even bothering to look back while he continues to polish his weapons. I don’t know which I find more annoying; the fact that they are treating me like a kid, or that their words just keep getting me reminded that I am now the only first year in the scholars department who didn’t get to have an on field activity. “Yeah, thanks.” I tried to sound enthusiastic but failed. I know that this is for the best and it also has some benefits for me. That way, I can meet up alon
Amon Galier, the respected founder of the academy, is out here gambling against the demon prince of greed—not that I think he is aware of it. I don’t understand for certain what’s happening or why he is in a casino, but I have my fair share of doubts that Mammon might have used his powers to persuade such a rich man like Amon to succumb to his greed. I stay in the shadows on the roof, looking down at the two and trying to grasp the situation. Large beads of sweat are forming on Amon's forehead, suggesting that things are not going well for him. This brings concern to me as well. “Now, I appreciate your enthusiasm for the game, Mr. Amon, but I expect the payment to be given to me immediately.” Mammon, who is still in the body of Marvon, smirks. He plays with the red coin chip in his hand like he is trying to flaunt his newly earned riches. Angry veins appear all over Amon’s forehead. He clenches his teeth in frustration as he grips the golden ball of his cane. “One more round. Let
With Archer and I arriving on time, no one was harmed by the demon attack. Their report came in, and let's just say that my reputation as the Dark Ripper from Archer’s lips isn’t exactly portraying me as a good guy. Well, I did lead the demon there in the first place. They just don’t know my reasoning for doing it. Either way, only I know the gravity of the situation. If I hadn’t called the demon inside, there wouldn’t be an academy right now. I should be a hero for what I did, but I can’t tell anyone about my deeds for a lot of reasons. I know what I have to do. It won’t be long until Mammon tries to take over the academy again. If I just leave him as he is, he will find another way to take control of the academy. For all I know, I have just bought us time. I also have an inkling of suspicion that he knows that the dark reaper is onto him at this point. I prepared myself physically and mentally for these past three days. I keep watching and observing Marvon’s activity in the aca
Marvon's face looks twisted, as if Mammon were taking over his mind and body. His left cheek has eggshell cracks, and they were bleeding, so I could not bear to look at him for long. His left pupil has become reddened to the point where it looks bloodshot. His lips begin to split open on that side of his face, revealing pointed teeth. He hardly seems human at this point. The giant golden crow makes its way to Mammon’s side, lowering its head in submission to the demon prince. “I knew you would be after me soon enough.” Mammon’s grin caught me off guard. Was he waiting in anticipation for me this whole time? I was sure that I had masked my presence the entire time. I quickly get on my feet and poise myself for combat. I look up and meet his gaze. “How long have you known that it was me?” “It wasn’t that long, to be honest.” He shrugged. His small movement causes more cracks on his face to appear. “I already have my doubts about you because I sense a faint presence of demonic power
Archer has never been more intimidating than he is now. Even though his focus now is the demon prince, I still can’t help but feel afraid. The aura that he is emitting is more murderous compared to when he is just facing regular demons. The energy waves being emitted from his fist start to grow and change into a red hue. Even from where I am, I can feel the immense power coming from it. Mammon doesn’t even seem to be bothered. He’s more focused on the golden crow of his that was split in half. His face is empty, but his eyes are shaking with anger as he looks at what is left of his golden pet. His eyes lost all mirth when he was torturing me a while ago. In normal circumstances, I would consider this a good thing, as we managed to shake one of the demon princes, but angering them is entirely another story. Still, I was rather impressed with how Archer easily cut through the golden beast, like it was nothing to him. If there was a hunter who would be better suited to fight against Ma
Working with Archer, while disguised as the Dark Reaper, is kind of exciting and yet raises a lot of red flags in my head. He doesn’t seem to fully trust me, but I can feel like he senses that I am less of a threat compared to one of the demon princes. “I want to be the one to deliver the final blow.” I told him before he could begin telling me his plan. I manage to alter my voice with one of the voice altercations from the demon bats I previously killed. “My blade can kill him.” I did not give too much of an explanation that my blade has been—I can’t say blessed—but cursed with the power of the seventh born demon prince. That would place me in a more suspicious situation in the eyes of Archer. Even without saying it, I bet he already thinks that I am a demon. Thankfully, Archer did not question why I was so adamant on delivering the finishing blow. He probably thought that it was just me living up to my name. He starts to lay out his plan as briefly and as quickly as he can. Curren