“CENT, HEY GIRLIE!” The faint familiar voice of Matilda stood out amidst the buzzing noise in the hallway.
After the three-hour lecture led by the crazy teacher, Asmodeus the Lustful, Cent had her first class break. Instead of using her butterflies, Cent decided to walk and manifest her real form. Upon remembering what those students said during the class of History of Demonic Arts, Cent realized that being the conventional nobody would surely lead to her untimely death.
And death would be a hindrance to achieving her one true desire – to be with her father, her last living family. The fear to be an outcast was still there and Cent knew it would never leave her. Though a kind of swirling darkness started to creep its way to her, the once unknown
But for now, she needed a way to avoid s
