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

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

I remember Belphegor getting me back to my room and then falling asleep, only to be woken up again when I was called out to lend a hand to the injured. I can’t say that it is fortunate, but I was running a fever when I woke up due to the fatigue from overworking myself. Needless to say, my fever provided an adequate excuse for me not to join the others in assisting in the aftermath of Mammon's attack. Speaking of the second demon prince, word has spread quickly that he has appeared. I would expect nothing less, as it is a sure sign of the impending apocalypse. People are starting to panic that school has been postponed the day after our battle with Mammon. It’s been the third day since sending Mammon to hell. My body is slowly starting to recover from the fever but still, I was advised to stay in my dorm and rest. I suspect that my unusually long recovery has something to do with the dagger, but until I can talk to Belphegor about it, I can’t confirm it.My brother, Logan, came in t

The aftereffects of the black patches—or, as we used to call them, the 'miasma' in the previous timeline—entered and left my system almost immediately. The hunter that I siphoned the miasma from recovered as well. There is no cure for the miasma, and even if there is, the ones who are already affected by it are going to die soon. I have taken it upon myself to siphon the miasma from the bodies of the patients, which is a lot. It hurts, but I have grinded my teeth and endured the pain as I keep on moving to other patients, and I have soon adjusted to the pain. “Zarah, take a rest. Eat something, at least.” Archer, who has been tailing me ever since I recovered from siphoning the miasma from my first patient, arches his brows with worry. “That was like your tenth patient.” I get why Archer is worried. I was sweating like crazy and fighting for air earlier. Anyone would have thought that I was going to die from how my body was burning up. I also believe that Archer’s concern might hav

A greater demon than the seven princes of Hell? That’s a theory I never considered. I don’t dismiss the idea, because there’s also a chance that it could be true. The idea alone frightens me and I can’t find much comfort in the prospect that there could be something more dangerous than the seven princes. I shake my head. I shouldn’t be focused on that. Right now, my top priority is Leviathan and how I could reach him. I have said it before, but he is a water dweller. Even if the hunters had found the gate that would potentially lead to him and even if I am immune to his miasma, there’s no way for me to fight unless I can move underwater. My legs feel heavy when I return to my room. Already, I can feel the unwelcoming presence of a certain prince, and my mood is beginning to turn sour. “Baby bug, you’re home. Welcome ba—” I stepped out of the way when Belphegor decided to jump at me for an embrace. A loud thud echoes in my room and I am glad that most rooms here are soundproof. “I