Todos os capítulos de The Demon King's Obsession: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Lysan Dusk lay on his bed, watching the crack on the ceiling as tears spilled from his eyes, his heart contracted painfully inside his chest. He tried to call for help, but his voice barely came out as a whisper.He heard voices in the next room, “He has to go, he knows too much.”More tears spilled from his eyes as he struggled to breathe.Three years ago, he killed the ruthless Demon king. He delivered humanity from suffering. He stopped the Demon king before he could unleash hell on earth, and this was how he was rewarded. By being poisoned.Lysan laughed through the tears, the sound coming out dry and broken that turned into a cough. Blood poured from his mouth.The hero of humanity, dying alone, with no one bothering to help him.The door creaked open and he saw one of his most trusted men. A ray of hope shimmered in his eyes as he struggled to lift his hands to signal him.The man walked towards Lysan's bed, a frown visible on his face. He looked at Lysan, “You can rot in hell.

Lysan stood there, staring at the rose and the note in his hands. His thumb ran over the words slowly. The handwriting was so familiar in a way that made his chest stir uncomfortably.His eyes moved to the rose next. It was fresh. The stalk was still green, not a trace of withering.His mind went to Roman first, but he quickly dismissed it. This wasn't Roman's style. Every white rose Roman left on the chest of enemies, on the body of his victims, on the doorstep of those he wanted to terrorize was always dead, without any note.But this was different.This person was someone who wanted to make Lysan know that they were here, but Lysan could not guess who.He folded the note and slipped it carefully into his pocket, then he looked around the field one more time, now completely empty.He walked back to his dorm slowly, the fresh rose still in his hands.Who in his previous life knew him well enough, and also found him here?He reached the door of his dorm, turned the knob slowly, and wa

One week had passed since the gala. The academy buzzed with it's normal activities, mostly attended by students from noble families. They were trained under one roof, sorted into tracks based on ability, each track having a special power accompanied with it. Combat track produced soldiers, diplomatic track produced politicians, healing science produced field medics. Botanical sciences was the least prestigious of all four, the track where students who failed everything else, and the track where students who have little or no magical abilities ended up. It was quiet, overlooked, and completely beneath the notice of anyone important. That was why Lysan was extremely happy being there.He attended his classes quietly, avoiding Roman in every possible way. Roman was seen at the academy often, he wasn't a student there though, but as the Demon prince, he was supposed to maintain the relationship between the human kingdom, magical beings, and the demonic territories.It meant he had access

Dyleon then stepped closer to the bed, reaching for one of the petals—but Lysan grabbed his wrist.“Don't touch it.”Dyleon narrowed his eyes. “Why? What's wrong with the rose?”He sighed. “It's a threat.”Dyleon expression shifted to that of genuine concern. “A threat? From who?”Lysan released his wrist and sat on the bed without answering him.Dyleon stared at him, “You know who's been leaving them, don't you?”“I have suspicions.”“Tell me Lysan, I can help.”“No, you can't.” Lysan said, his voice flat. Dyleon's jaw tightened. “Why are you doing this? Why won't you let me in?”Lysan didn’t look at him. “Because it's safer for you not to know.”“Safer?” Dyleon laughed bitterly. “Do you think I'm safe this way too? I've watched you fall apart for a week. I've watched Roman circle you every single time like a predator. And I've watched you lie to me over and over again.” His voice rose slightly.He stepped closer. “I'm not safe, Lysan. I haven't felt safe since I walked out of that

Lysan staggered backward, his hand found the edge of his table to steady himself.“The person who found my body.” He repeated after Kassian. “There was no one there when I died. I died alone. All my men had already left before I closed my eyes.”Something flickered across Kassian's face but it was gone before Lysan could get it.“Correct.” Kassian shook his head. “You died alone in the room, but someone found you afterwards. A woman—your neighbour.” He whispered.Lysan's mind began to race. He remembered that day vividly—the cracked ceiling, the way the poison moved through his body, the pain, his trusted ally—Silas, when he came to mock him on his death bed and left almost immediately. And he was extremely sure that they wouldn't hang around so no one would pin his death on them. But after—His neighbour. The woman Kassian claimed found his body. It couldn't be her.“She was sick too. On her death bed when I was poisoned.” Lysan said, trying to steady his voice. “In the original time