I know I had a deal with Belphegor before, and even then, I was hesitant to make another deal with the devil. Making a pact with one is a different story. As a hunter, forming a pact with a demon would tarnish one’s soul. Although I don’t exactly know it’s effects since there isn’t much information about hunters forming pacts with demons. I do know that it would make it easier for a demon to corrupt one’s soul after forming a pact with them. I worry about myself for making a pact with two powerful demons. Just how far is my soul going to be corrupted? Then again, the thoughts didn’t linger the moment I thought about the advantages of it. Mammon said that I would be able to use them in battle, which is beneficial in itself since my goal in this life is to stop the demon princes from causing the extinction of humans. I had lived a long life in the previous timeline, so if I am going to have to sacrifice myself just to get to my goal, I guess tarnishing my soul is just a small price f
So much for the element of surprise. I can’t help but think that we are screwed as the room continues to shake from the roar of the demon dragon. Goosebumps adorn my skin as I recall the first time I encountered the beast. I can go into heavy detail about why I don’t want to meet with Gorshe again, but if I do, it might take up the entire day. If it weren’t for the fact that I needed to get its talent, then I would have postponed our meeting to a much later time when I am confident enough to face it alone. There are numerous entrance and exits in the part of the cave that we are in. One of which emerges the demon that we were looking for. Gorshe is a demon dragon. Unlike the typical gigantic dragons that one would see in fantasy movies, Gorshe is small. He is about the size of an adult elephant, with pitch black scales that seem to ignite in black flames from time to time. Sharp razor claws create an ear wrenching friction along the moss covered rocks, as if they were doing it on p
“Zarah, these are the homework for today.” Archer hands me a brown envelope as he walks me in front of my dorm room. He was escorting me back to my room after my duty back at the clinic, where I treated patients who were effected by the miasma. “I included my old notes in here. I hope it helps.” “Thank you, Captain. I’m sure they will be.” I say gratefully. I have been behind with my studies for a while because of the miasma incident, which is considered a state of emergency. Since I am the only one that can purify the toxin, I barely have any time to attend my classes. Archer graduated early because he is a genius, so having him lend me his old notes is more than helpful. Archer grins and ruffles my hair. “Make sure to get some sleep.” A sharp tingle at the back of my neck signals the unwanted arrival of a certain demon in my room behind me. I had to suppress a sigh and hide my annoyance with a smile as I talk to Archer. “Will do. See you tomorrow!” I waited for Archer to turn
As the black miasma is no longer a treat, I am back to the books to study for next week’s finals. There’s been a huge uproar about the sudden disappearance of the black miasma. Numerous questions have been thrown left and right how the poisonous gas could disappear overnight. There have been rumours about someone spotting a raging dragon. Others say that it was a miracle of the citizen’s prayers to God. Some say that the miasma might have a limit on how long it could stay in the earth’s atmosphere. Multiple theories has been posted and reported online, but no one was sure what really happened—that it was the Dark Reaper who cleansed the air.I smile to myself as I flip the page of the book that I am reading. For the last three days, I have spent most of my time in the school library, which I rarely do since I get a lot of stares from other students. Before, I would get stares because of my family name, but this time, with my great contribution to the miasma as the head healer, I ha
The weather is cold today so I didn’t really want to go out. I really wouldn’t it it weren’t for the fact that I have errands to run for the demon children; I’d still be in the library. It’s a good thing that it is the weekend so students were allowed to go out. “I want lots and lots of grapes.” Speaking of the three princes, the three stooges are all walking alongside me, invisible to the public’s eyes. “We’re going to buy one.” I say, lowering my head to whisper so passersby won’t think that I am crazy for talking to myself. “What? Why only one?! One box is not enough for someone as great as I!” I almost tripped before looking at him with a flabbergasted expression. “One box!? I’m talking about one pack!” I covered my mouth immediately when I realized I was screaming. I lower my head and cover my face with my hood when I feel eyes looking in my direction. I need to start practicing how to ignore them; otherwise, I might be labelled as a loon. “One pack isn’t enough! Mast
Swarms of flies are gathering everywhere, and it almost seems like theres a black river devouring every edible display on shelves. It is only thanks to Mammon and his aura that I haven’t been swarmed by the flies just yet. Seeing how the flies were buzzing frantically as they hit the shield procured by Mammon almost made Belphegor faint. Amazing. One of the great demon princes is afraid of bugs. “NOOOO!” Speak of the devil. Mammon suddenly screams. I tried to look over to Mammon, but with Belphegor still clinging to me, I had to throw the seventh demon prince over my shoulder just to get him off my back. “Ow! Zarah, that hurts!” I ignore Belphegor’s whining.“What’s wrong?” I ask out of panic, ignoring how Belphegor was clinging to my legs at the time. Mammon responds to me by pointing at the fruit aisle. “They ate all the grapes!” This stupid little bitch. I know that I am cussing a lot in my mind lately, but can you blame me? “This isn’t really the time to be worrying about
After killing the sixth prince, I never imagined it would cost me my life. It no longer matters, as the world has finally come to an end. I am free.I, Zarah, am the last human in the area. There's no point in fighting if I'm going to be alone in the end, regardless of whether I liberate the world from the demons. “Is that it? How boring. I didn’t even get to have my turn to fight.” The seventh prince sighs in disappointment. I can no longer remember which prince among the seven he represents, after all the princes I killed. I even lost track of their names. “Hey, lady. You’re name is Zarah, right? Are we still going to have a brawl or what?” I can hear the impatience in his voice Try to remember, Zarah, which prince is he? I urge myself to recall, but my mind is drawing a blank as much as I try. I am dying, which makes it harder for me to focus. “Hmm? Wow, my brother’s poison is making you go numb. That’s unfortunate. I wanted to have a go with you. I heard that you are really str
When I woke up, I realized that I was back. And I don’t just mean that I am alive. I am back in the past! I felt like I’d been staring at the mirror for a while now. No injuries. No signs of being poisoned. My fingers were complete. It’s like a dream. The only thing that is out of place with my youthful features are my eyes. They are red from crying. The moment I woke up, I immediately rushed downstairs, where I greeted my mother and father. They’re alive and well, and so is my brother. They found it odd that I ran over to them and cried for no reason. Honestly, I was glad that they didn’t ask more questions than I wanted them to.Looking at my hands, I tried manifesting a few of the siphoned skills from the demons that I acquired over the years once again. Nothing. Great. I guess that the demon prince wasn’t kidding when he said that he'd take away all of my accumulated abilities over the years.And there were a lot of them! Good ones at that. I sighed as I stared at my pa