Semua Bab Transylvania Academy: What It Takes To Be a Monster: Bab 51 - Bab 60

     Maleficent cracked a grin. Blood oozed from her forehead as her black hair scattered around her. A pair of glowing green eyes shifted from Damon the Prideful to Angelo the Faithful. She muttered under her breath in tight-lock jaws. “Fucking perfect timing you got, son of Lucifer.”It is so perfect that you ruined my surprise attack on time as if you knew what I planned to do—as if you do not want me to use the slaughter butterflies. Ha! You surely know the right buttons to push to make me seethe.“What can I say? Timing is my middle name.”Angelo, who was calmly walking towards them, clicked his tongue as if it dissatisfied him with Damon’s sudden appearance. “The daughter of Beelzebub is mine to catch, that I am warning you, son of Lucifer.”“Ha! You speak as if you already caught me.” Cent tilted her head to the side. Her face, though blooded,

          A dark cluster of clouds covered the glistening sun. The temperature dropped around the eerily silent swamp. Two beings remained floating midair as the flutters of the slaughter butterflies were the only sound that could be heard in the dampened area. “At least we got the flag, right?” Damon turned to Maleficent, who was still staring at the exact spot where Angelo was once floating. Now, not even a hair was left of him. Maleficent did not bother to look at him which erased the smile plastered on his face. “You are scared to be investigated,” Damon concluded. He floated to face her. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second when he saw her tear-stricken face. Damon’s curiosity-laden feelings urged him to move his right hand. As if in trance, he reached out for her wet cheeks, a pair of glaring emerald gems stopped him from doing so. “You don’t have to make sure that I won’t run. I will go with those benevolent knights anyway.”

Gukasho’s fist-size eyes shed tears as he watched his master’s daughter leave the premise of the open arena along with the headmaster and the academy’s guards – leaving his master frozen from his spot. Lady Maleficent did not even glance back at her father. With straightened shoulders and her chin held high, Maleficent the Glutton walked with pride – an attitude a guilty person should not have. Though her clothes were on tatters, showing her marked legs and thighs between the gaps of the stocking’s holes, Maleficent remained deep in her thoughts as trudged towards the hexagram which served as a portal from Transylvania Academy to the place where Headmaster Kirk was taking her. “On you go!” Professor Amadeus the Lustful ushered the students from different dormitories to the different portals being opened. “Those blue ones will lead you to your respective dormitories and the yellow ones will lead you to the academy’s canteen.” He pointed out the colored hexagrams he created. T

           GRAND DUKE BEELZEBUB the Glutton tilted his chin to stare at the biggest portrait inside his chamber. It had been decades since he last drew the curtain which surrounded the portrait that almost covered the entire wall parallel to his bed. He got this in mind to ease the pain, but the more he looked at her serene face he would only feel the gut-wrenching pain he felt that night – when both his wife and his daughter were taken away from him.   FLASHBACK Zaps of bolts of lightning wracked the night, muting the screams of agony and will from a woman lying down at the center of the plush bed. Her grip against a calloused hand tightened every heaving contraction whipping her seat-soaked body. The heavy downpour of rain failed to bring the calming effect it usually did to the woman. Instead, the heat which originated from her heart overlapped from the hot tears which escaped from her

“What are you doing?” A voice which Cent did not hear for a couple of days already popped up and the source of it was standing between her and Apollo Sky, who was equally startled as her.“Damon,” said Maleficent. With her crossed arms before her, a brow rose on instinct. For the nth time, her interrogation with Apollo Sky the Loyal was interrupted again. Standing between her and Apollo Sky was Damon the Prideful. She continued, “You are utterly late. It took you what, a couple of days? Is that really how incompetent you are, son of Lucifer?”“So, you are the employer he was talking about.” Apollo Sky pointed at her to which Cent replied with a shrug.Damon turned in Cent’s direction and the next thing they knew, a loud thud echoed inside the stale and darkened dungeon.“Fuck! What is wrong with you? I just got it back together!” Maleficent covered herself with her wings as she took a leap