Extra's Magic



Whoosh...

The car slowly made its way through the streets of the city, the buildings towering above it like giants. 

It was currently raining, the drops hitting the windshield like a symphony of tiny drummers. It felt soothing and calming at the same time.

I glanced over to the Elven Princess, who sat next to me, lost in thought. Her long, azure hair was damp and clung to her delicately pointed ears.

'She really is otherworldly...'

I thought to myself as she turned to me, her striking blue eyes meeting mine. Every single feature of Rose seemed polished, from her flawless skin to her enchanting smile.

If I were a normal person, I would have fallen hopelessly in love with her, but, fortunately, or not, I was far from normal.

Turning back to the front, I gazed out at the city once again.

Creak...

Soon, the car pulled up to the entrance of the Mage Academy's campus and I stepped out, taking a deep breath of the fresh air.

Tap... Tap...

Of course, the rain was still sprinkling down, but it didn't bother me much.

Click...

Rose followed me out of the car and we began to make our way toward the dorms. Since it was the middle of the night, the campus was eerily quiet except for the sound of our footsteps on the pavement.

Tap... Tap...

Eventually, we reached a junction where the main pathway forked into multiple paths leading to different dorms.

"Goodnight."

I said to Rose, turning toward my dorm, but before I could even take a step I felt cold fingers wrap around my wrist.

I turned around in confusion only to see Rose staring at me with strange eyes. 

Suddenly, she leaned in closer, causing cold sweat to break out on my forehead. Her lips were inches away from my ear as she whispered.

"Don't try to do anything foolish again, my father probably already knows about your night trip..."

Pulling away, she gave me a small smile before turning and walking away, her figure fading into the darkness.

Only a few minutes later, I regained my bearings and made my way to the dorms, feeling frustrated by the fact that my freedom was already being restrained.

Since I had the talk with Rose on the bench, I understood that if I didn't comply with her father's wishes, to stay close to Rose, I'd end up in a lot of trouble.

However, I didn't expect that they'd even keep an eye on me in the night. 

How would I be able to move in secret if they were always watching me?

With a heavy sigh, I unlocked the door to my dorm room and allowed myself to collapse onto my bed.

My mind instantly began to race, thinking of ways to still be able to move around unnoticed. 

My first thought was to use my money to buy an Artifact that would allow me to disguise myself, but there was no way I could afford such a purchase even with all the money I'd got from stocks. 

Another option was to collect a hidden Artifact in one of the ruins of the ancient civilization that were scattered on the outskirts of the city.

However, I didn't dare to leave the Academy in the night again, because I'd be caught again.

I needed to come up with a plan of how to get my hands on the Artifact without being caught.

"..."

I looked at the ceiling, lost in thoughts and, suddenly, everything clicked into place.

"I wonder if Rose wants to have a picnic..."

***

In the stillness of the night, the Demon emerged from the depths of darkness, traversing the quiet fields with an eerie grace. His piercing blue eyes, like twin orbs of icy fire, glowed with a malevolent intensity. The moon cast an ethereal glow upon his pale, sinister countenance, highlighting the contours of his sharp features.

As the Demon moved, his eyes remained fixed on a distant point, as if drawn by an unseen force. Strange shadows, cast by moonlight, seemed to writhe and elongate, their twisted forms reaching out toward him as if pleading for his attention. Yet, the Demon remained undeterred, striding with a purposeful gait, his presence casting an aura of unease upon the land.

Leaving the fields behind, the Demon descended upon the slumbering town, his steps echoing with an ominous resonance. The streets, once tranquil and peaceful, now became his twisted playground. With each passing moment, the intensity of his malevolence grew, his thirst for chaos and suffering reaching a fevered pitch.

Stopping at the heart of the city, the Demon reveled in the pandemonium he was about to unleash. A wicked grin played upon his lips as he surveyed the unsuspecting masses, unaware of the impending nightmare that was about to descend upon them. With a surge of unholy power, he summoned forth his dark abilities, and chaos erupted like a torrential storm.

In an instant, the calm night transformed into a gruesome spectacle. The Demon's hands became instruments of terror, tearing through the fabric of existence as he carved a path of destruction. Buildings crumbled, screams echoed through the air, and the scent of blood tainted the once-pristine streets.

The Demon's savagery knew no bounds as he reveled in the havoc he had wrought. Panic and despair washed over the city like a tidal wave, engulfing all in its wake. The piercing blue eyes of the Demon gleamed with sadistic delight, relishing in the suffering and terror that emanated from his victims.

Time seemed to stand still as the Demon continued his massacre, his malevolent presence casting a long, dark shadow upon the city. 

Tap...

Amidst the chaos and despair, an old man, weathered by time and burdened with the weight of his years, stepped forward from around the rubble of a house. He was a local G Rank awakener. Determination was etched into the lines on his face as he summoned his remaining strength and confronted the Demon.

"Begone Demon!"

The old man, with a voice that trembled yet, resonated with unwavering resolve, spoke ancient incantations in a language long forgotten by most. He channeled his awakened powers, forming a barrier of light to shield the innocent from the Demon's onslaught. 

The shimmering shield crackled with energy, a last line of defense against the malevolent force.

Hahahahahaha...

Undeterred by the old man's bravery, the Demon halted his rampage for a moment, his wicked grin widening. He mockingly laughed, relishing in the audacity of the old man's futile attempt to defy him. In a cruel display of sadism, the Demon raised his clawed hand, elongated and razor-sharp, and with a single swift motion, beheaded the old man.

Thud...

The air grew heavy with sorrow as the lifeless body of the G Rank awakener fell to the ground. The Demon's laughter echoed through the streets, blending with the terrified screams of the townsfolk. He reveled in the desolation he had caused, finding perverse joy in extinguishing a beacon of hope.

Countless screams echoed in the air as the Demon killed without mercy, a shadow of terror lingering in his wake.

His face was twisted into a maniacal grin as if he relished in the suffering and chaos that surrounded him.

The Demon's rampage continued unabated, his insatiable thirst for destruction and suffering driving him forward. With each life he claimed, his power grew, fueling his sadistic desires. The once-thriving town now lay in ruins, reduced to a nightmarish landscape of death and despair.

He moved through the streets, leaving behind a trail of devastation. The sound of crumbling buildings and anguished cries filled the air, drowning out any semblance of hope. The Demon relished in the chaos, his piercing blue eyes gleaming with a malevolent fire.

No corner was left untouched by the Demon's wrath. He tore through the remaining survivors, their pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. The streets ran red with blood as life after life was extinguished by his merciless hands. The Demon reveled in the terror and pain that emanated from his victims, their suffering a symphony to his twisted senses.

As the last cries faded and silence settled upon the desolate town, the Demon stood amidst the carnage, surveying the lifeless bodies scattered around him. 

In the stillness of the night, the Demon licked the blood from his claws, savoring the taste as a wicked grin crossed his face. The shadows, twisted and elongated, seemed to dance in the moonlight, beckoning him forward. Drawn by an unseen force, he followed their macabre path, his steps heavy with anticipation.

With each stride, the Demon moved closer to this call, where his malevolence could spread like a festering disease. He embraced the darkness within him, reveling in the whispers that promised untold power and unfathomable chaos. The night was his canvas, and he was the master of nightmares.

Leaving behind the remnants of the town, the Demon disappeared into the darkness, his presence forever etched in the memories of those who survived his wrath. 

The Demon's path continued, as he embarked on a journey to sow destruction and despair wherever he roamed. His malevolent presence lingered, a haunting reminder of the evil that dwells within the hearts of men. And in the depths of darkness, he would find solace, relishing in the eternal dance of shadows.

"Soon... Soon..."