While the contents of the cauldron interact within the closed space, Arch physician Gilbert makes himself comfortable on a nearby seat. The chair creaks heavily under his weight, like the moans of a dying chicken.Gilbert makes a mental note to have it looked at soon. Not once does he think that his weight may have once again increased, exceeding the carrying capacity of the chair. Well, the typical demon believes that he is always right. Thus, the blame is transferred to the other party by default, whether it is deserved or not.In order to save time, the Arch Physician brings out a stack of cov ntawv, Hell’s equivalent of paper. Made from wyvern wings, the material is hard and inflexible, unlike its flimsy mortal counterpart. This is the closest the demons have gotten to producing a sheet that can be written on, although Gilbert has several pet projects aimed at synthesizing a material that is more flexible, featherweight and easier to manipulate. The advantage

“I need a soak.”Nevaeh nutters to herself, as she heads to the bathing chambers installed in her workstation. It is a lot smaller than the one she has at home, but she doesn’t mind. It is only meant to provide her with just enough comfort to concentrate on her work, not pamper her to stupor.She might be a princess, but in this part of the world, even princesses need to prove their worth.The aromatic oils, bath bombs and perfume oils do little to reduce the strain on her mind. She feels more clearheaded, but considering that she isn’t anywhere closer to making her up mind than before, the effects of the bath can be graded as a pass, at most.Drying her body is not an activity that should take time, but Nevaeh prefers to do it the ‘mortal’ way. She learned this from her tutor, a depraved mortal soul whose punishment was to be tortured for eternity but was retrieved by Wrath to tutor Nevaeh after a soul search that was

Demons are anything but trustworthy creatures. The essence of trust is a foreign concept to them, and virtues like faithfulness and loyalty are twisted in ways that would make the most perverse of witches barf. Do not try to understand how they do it, or you might just end up with lost time and resources, along with a pounding head to boot.They trust in their way.They are loyal to themselves alone.And there is not a thing that can be done about it, for that is why they are demons. Being twisted is a norm.Llearth racks his brain for when he may have made a promise to his sister. The female could be a conniving bitch, and he’d say it to her face without any remorse for comparing his blood sister to a merely mortal beast. The truth is that she really isn’t far off from being one, with her inability to properly utilize Lucifer’s blessing.How that happened is a mystery that he cannot be bothered to uncover.“When and

Travis hangs limply in the air, blood continuously streaming from his orifices like water from a tap.At this rate, he’d be dead. Oh no! what have I done!The panic worsens Klade’s condition, and he struggles to breathe. He begins to choke on his vomit, and the chief ghoul knows that he has to intervene before things get out of hand. Grumbling to himself about being cheated by Pride, he drops Travis on a mattress he conjured out of air in an unceremonious fashion.Upon reaching Klade, he realizes that the whites of the guard’s eyes have begun showing.This is bad. Just what did Pride do to him to trigger this?Hitting Klade’s chest does little to quell the rising panic reflected in the guard’s eyes. Were this situation not so dire, Maestro Bahgül would’ve tried to capture this on a canvas. The lack of technology like the digital camera necessitated the use of painting or drawi

Natalia’s failed awakening has far-reaching consequences than she can ever imagine.When a child fails, he or she does not fail alone.Failure spreads out to its surroundings, like the butterfly effect. Everyone around you is as affected by your failure as they are by your success.And when your identity is special, the pressure you face is tougher than you can imagine. There is a lot at stake. Perfection is required of you, and this slowly but inevitably becomes the norm. Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown, true. But for the scion of the crown-wearer, things are worse.You cannot fail.You dare not fail.Estelle Vane is one of the most powerful witches to ever walk the Earth, but even she is not exempt from this convention.One of the motives behind the witches’ acceptance of a hybrid as their supreme ruler is due to the potential she possesses. Who cares if her blood is diluted? The power inherent in it is already