Humanity died, and she was the last of them. Zarah Winters was on the verge of death after killing the sixth prince of hell. The seventh prince, a cunning and deceitful individual, did not want her to die because it would deprive him of his source of entertainment — her. Verphegor, as the demon introduced himself, offered her a deal. He would send her back to the past, where she could keep all her memories of this time and use them to change the future. Zarah comes from a line of hunters. Hunters have a variety of abilities that aid them in combating demons. Zarah had no idea she had a talent in her past, which caused her to drop out of the academy. During the apocalypse, however, she discovers that she is a siphon, a person who steals the strength and abilities of demons in exchange for killing them. With that kind of power laying dormant and with growing potential, she agreed to gamble on the demon’s offer. But with Verphegor being a prince of Hell, can she really trust the prince? Moreover, upon learning of her powers at an early stage, can she use them for humanity’s advantage?
View MoreThe weather is cold today so I didn’t really want to go out. I really wouldn’t it it weren’t for the fact that I have errands to run for the demon children; I’d still be in the library. It’s a good thing that it is the weekend so students were allowed to go out. “I want lots and lots of grapes.” Speaking of the three princes, the three stooges are all walking alongside me, invisible to the public’s eyes. “We’re going to buy one.” I say, lowering my head to whisper so passersby won’t think that I am crazy for talking to myself. “What? Why only one?! One box is not enough for someone as great as I!” I almost tripped before looking at him with a flabbergasted expression. “One box!? I’m talking about one pack!” I covered my mouth immediately when I realized I was screaming. I lower my head and cover my face with my hood when I feel eyes looking in my direction. I need to start practicing how to ignore them; otherwise, I might be labelled as a loon. “One pack isn’t enough! Mast
As the black miasma is no longer a treat, I am back to the books to study for next week’s finals. There’s been a huge uproar about the sudden disappearance of the black miasma. Numerous questions have been thrown left and right how the poisonous gas could disappear overnight. There have been rumours about someone spotting a raging dragon. Others say that it was a miracle of the citizen’s prayers to God. Some say that the miasma might have a limit on how long it could stay in the earth’s atmosphere. Multiple theories has been posted and reported online, but no one was sure what really happened—that it was the Dark Reaper who cleansed the air.I smile to myself as I flip the page of the book that I am reading. For the last three days, I have spent most of my time in the school library, which I rarely do since I get a lot of stares from other students. Before, I would get stares because of my family name, but this time, with my great contribution to the miasma as the head healer, I ha
“Zarah, these are the homework for today.” Archer hands me a brown envelope as he walks me in front of my dorm room. He was escorting me back to my room after my duty back at the clinic, where I treated patients who were effected by the miasma. “I included my old notes in here. I hope it helps.” “Thank you, Captain. I’m sure they will be.” I say gratefully. I have been behind with my studies for a while because of the miasma incident, which is considered a state of emergency. Since I am the only one that can purify the toxin, I barely have any time to attend my classes. Archer graduated early because he is a genius, so having him lend me his old notes is more than helpful. Archer grins and ruffles my hair. “Make sure to get some sleep.” A sharp tingle at the back of my neck signals the unwanted arrival of a certain demon in my room behind me. I had to suppress a sigh and hide my annoyance with a smile as I talk to Archer. “Will do. See you tomorrow!” I waited for Archer to turn
So much for the element of surprise. I can’t help but think that we are screwed as the room continues to shake from the roar of the demon dragon. Goosebumps adorn my skin as I recall the first time I encountered the beast. I can go into heavy detail about why I don’t want to meet with Gorshe again, but if I do, it might take up the entire day. If it weren’t for the fact that I needed to get its talent, then I would have postponed our meeting to a much later time when I am confident enough to face it alone. There are numerous entrance and exits in the part of the cave that we are in. One of which emerges the demon that we were looking for. Gorshe is a demon dragon. Unlike the typical gigantic dragons that one would see in fantasy movies, Gorshe is small. He is about the size of an adult elephant, with pitch black scales that seem to ignite in black flames from time to time. Sharp razor claws create an ear wrenching friction along the moss covered rocks, as if they were doing it on p
I know I had a deal with Belphegor before, and even then, I was hesitant to make another deal with the devil. Making a pact with one is a different story. As a hunter, forming a pact with a demon would tarnish one’s soul. Although I don’t exactly know it’s effects since there isn’t much information about hunters forming pacts with demons. I do know that it would make it easier for a demon to corrupt one’s soul after forming a pact with them. I worry about myself for making a pact with two powerful demons. Just how far is my soul going to be corrupted? Then again, the thoughts didn’t linger the moment I thought about the advantages of it. Mammon said that I would be able to use them in battle, which is beneficial in itself since my goal in this life is to stop the demon princes from causing the extinction of humans. I had lived a long life in the previous timeline, so if I am going to have to sacrifice myself just to get to my goal, I guess tarnishing my soul is just a small price f
I took a leave for one day, bringing up the excuse that I wasn’t feeling well due to overworking my healing abilities. They have seen me work nonstop for almost two weeks now, and when I made the request, they immediately obliged, especially since Archer supported my leave. I feel like he was just waiting for me to voluntarily ask for a rest since I am always too stubborn to take one myself. If I had a choice, I would not even want to leave since there’s a chance that some of the hunters might get poisoned by the miasma and might need my help. However, it is not like I could stay and heal the hunters forever. The schedule when I heal is already disrupting my hunt and training. If I want to focus on gathering more powerful skills, I need to get rid of the miasma. Leviathan came to pick me up in my room, specifically the bathroom, where he asked me to fill the bathtub with water. “You aren’t asking me to fill up the tub because you want to take a bath, are you?” I fought my hardest
The cleanup was a mess. Eradicating the other demons that Leviathan wasn’t able to summon back to Hell was tiresome—not to mention the thick, heavy miasma that didn’t seem to disappear even when the portal closed. Right now, the issue is how to take care of the miasma that doesn’t seem to budge even when there’s wind so the residents in the area cannot move back in and are continuing to stay in the shelter. My brother, who was previously in the shelter for emergency treatment, was there to lend a hand. Or, more like, to monitor me because I am there as a healer to take care of those who were affected by the miasma. Until now, there were those who inhaled them, but they were mostly researchers trying to find a way to get rid of the dark mist. My insubordination punishment was pushed back because of this. Archer was mad when I returned, but he was too busy to give me a long scolding. I heard that he was searching for the Dark Reaper to question him about the appearance of Leviathan.
The area where the gate leads to Leviathan is surrounded by thicker miasma that tickles my skin. Demons are crawling out of it like swarms of ants. If I didn’t have my shadow weaving skill, I would have to fight my way through them. I momentarily had to move out of the comfort of the shadows, sneaking my way to the back to avoid confrontation from the demons nearby as I made a move towards the gate. Some of the demons noticed my presence the moment I drew near, but they were too late. I have already dived towards the gate. I am thrown into the deep, dark depths of the sea. The water here stings, like there are remnants of Hell’s water mixed into it. It feels like swimming into diluted acid. If a normal person tries to swim in these waters, there’s no doubt in my mind that their skin will end up peeling and they will go blind. My vision adjusted to my surroundings, allowing me to see what I was dealing with. It appears like I am in some sort of underwater cave. Looking at the wal
I bolted. No matter what happens to me as a result of this–I could care less. All I wanted at the moment was to get to my brother and save him. I know that going off like this has a high chance of jeopardizing my identity as something more than a healer, but does it matter? My goal is to keep my family and the world safe. If I lose either one, it would be meaningless. I managed to take the growing restlessness and mass panic to slip away from Archer, who tried to stop me. Running against the crowd is driving me insane. There’s no way that I am going to get to my brother in time! I planned to make a detour to a less crowded area so I could go in the shadows and use it to travel. However, the push of the crowd was starting to become so heavy that it was difficult for me to slip through. “This way.” A hand grabs my wrist and pulls me aside, freeing me from the grasp of the crowd. The voice gave away the identity of the stranger helping me. “Belphe—” “Shh. Not now.” “Are you m
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