บททั้งหมดของ Transylvania Academy: What It Takes To Be a Monster: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

A pair of gleaming crimson eyes glowered upon the sight beneath him. Veins protruded around his once smooth forehead as the corners of her lips curved downwards. A knot lodged deep between a pair of bushy brows. Demon King Lucifer the Prideful did not like how the events before him were transpiring. It was entertaining for quite some time, not until Selaphiel decided to turn her blades against her brethren for one measly Halfling, something he could not grasp.‘Hmmm… Angels aren’t that different from humans indeed,’ the demon king of the Nether World thought.Tapping his elongated fingernails against the armrest of his throne-like seat, he uttered under his breath. “How tragic. To think that creatures revered their kind for protection.” He cocked his head to the side, gaze filled with wonder. He continued, “Angels and humans are such a fickle being. I wonder why the Creator love them so much when they can be this pesky and&hel

PAIN. The concept of pain was a foreign feeling for someone who was born from the emotions of pride and disparity. With his father the demon king of the Nether World and his mother a despairing demon king’s doll, Damon the Prideful grew up without the expectation of comfort. The concept of pain, crying, or getting even was something that was simply impossible to begin with. Instead, he pretended to feel them. Why did he do that? Simply out of pure curiosity, and after years of mimicking emotions, it became a second skin for Damon the Prideful. Until a winged Halfling with burning infernal passion that touched the locks of his abyss. Maleficent the Glutton waltzed in his life and wrecked havoc in it without second thoughts. For Damon, who was born and tasked to kill all Halflings, her peculiar constitution drew him to her. And the next thing he knew, he already found himself looking at her direction every now and then. And yet, just like how fa

‘If I did not see your determination at that hallway, would it be less painful today?’ Damon the Prideful bellowed at the back of his mind. Tears of anguish buried after a series of roars. Flames of disparity devoured the debris around him. Gone was the splendor of the once relic of the old demon lords, replaced with nothing but an endless stream of piles of rubbles and ashes. Leaving no stone unturned, the prince of the Nether World howled. His roars of malevolence shook every nook and cranny of the Malevolent World.The murky crimson ink that painted the walls and floors of the arena dried as Damon the Prideful continued to dance with his ruby flames. A mindless weeps of sorrow shook the foundation of sanity within the Halfling prince. Drowning from his grievances, the immobile body of Maleficent the Glutton was safely tucked in his right wing.Body made of muscles and scales, his firm limbs stood firm and proud amid the cataclysmic chaos of the arena. Fa

MERLIN THE NECROMANCER whistled. The ringing sound of the piercing chime of the wind resonated, bouncing within the hearing radius of one hundred kilometer circumference with him as its apex point. On cue, three meters away from him, the very dune he was standing on started to wave. The sands of the Nether World that sparkled from silver and gold combined parted – a movement with his direction as its aim. Through his peripheral vision, Merlin the Necromancer followed the movement of the first one who answered his called. It was in this moment that a movement from his west occurred. It was faster than the movement from his north direction, but its size would not matter for him. So long as it was convenient for him to reach the destination he was meant to stand on as per the contingency plan.“You sure you don’t want me to bring you there instead?” Levi the Envious asked for the nth time already. Upon learning that they still had work to do, it was high

Two shades of black and red continued to clash midair. Beneath the veil of mist that lowered the visibility of the place, two gigantic creatures aimed for each other’s neck. One with black-colored hide with a trail of green infernal flames which was akin to the wall of green flames that once surrounded Maleficent the Glutton while the other one got a red set of scales with dashing crimson flames that interlaced with the other flame – somehow, the two flames could not destroy one another because the owner of the green flames the Calamity Dragon was using belonged to the very woman who seemingly sleeping in Damon the Prideful’s. And Damon the Prideful knew that Maleficent the Glutton never had the intention to harm him even way before they became lovers, because she was that kind of person. For Damon the Prideful, Maleficent the Glutton cared for the people she considered as families. She cared so much that she valued her life a little. Her love for the people she cared about