Chapter 9

Draceo gave the screen before him a double take, took a deep breath and sighed. He finally knew what that missing feeling was. Rubbing his head in frustration, he felt the two gigantic horns protruding from the sides of his head, once again reminding him of his role in this world.

Gritting his teeth, his red eyes glowed brighter as he felt the anger rising within him.

'Shit.' he muttered beneath his breath, 'I swear, I will find a way to end you. You think you can keep playing around with my life. I will find out who or what you are. And I will personally make you disappear from this world.'

Taking another deep breath, he pushed his anger back within himself and looked at the wardrobe door once again, remembering something he needed to do. A small frown appeared from his face as a small tinkle appeared in his eyes.

He reached out his right arm and squeezed his palm. Suddenly, the wardrobe door exploded, leaving behind wood dust and timber laying all over the floor. The terrified Arnea lied cowering at the back corner of the wardrobe, shaking and completely petrified on what had just happened.

Draceo once again raised his arm parallel to the floor and lifted up two fingers, binding and levitating Arnea towards him, stopping at the end of the bed.

'Arnea.' He said, slowly spinning her midair.

'D-do I k-know you? W-what do you want from m-me?' She manages to stutter out.

'Hm. Guess it really does fit you.' Draceo muttered, finally putting Arnea down on the ground, ignoring her questions.

'[Analyse]'

Name: Arnea Vi Ralius

Race: Demoness (Race Bonus: +100 to all stats)

Age: 18

Sex: Female

Level: approx. SS

Title: Failed Summon, Demoness (Title Bonus: +1000 to all stats)

Attributes:Heal, Darkness

Health Bar: 1610/1610

Mana Bar: 1200/1200

Speed: 1160

Defence: 1160

Strength:1160

Magic Attack: 1150

Magic Defence: 1170

Equipment

- None

Skills

Tier 4 Elemental Magic

Tier 4 Summon Magic

Contracted:

Draceo Vi Ralius

So she took the last name. Draceo thought as he skimmed through her stats and skills.

Arnea gave a confused look before looking down at herself, trying to figure out what he was talking about.

At first she notices 2 long red tattoos, running up both her arms, each resonating immense power, and upon closer examination, she realised her skin seems to be a paler shade to what it used to be.

'W-what did you do to me?' She blurts out, a look of complete shock clearly on her face. Her whole body suddenly became stiff as she looked up and saw Draceo staring straight into her eyes with a small smirk on his face, as if she was an interesting specimen.

'Well... I turned you into one of us.' He said. The smirk getting bigger.

Just as Arnea was about to process the information, the wooden door swings open and Larik bursts in, already in a fighting pose.

'I heard a loud noice from the other side of the castle and came as fast as I could. Are you alright, Your Highness?' He exclaimed, before looking around and seeing the broken wardrobe, Arnea standing at the end of the bed and Draceo sitting up from his bed.

'W-what exactly happened here?' Larik asked in confusion, slowly standing perfectly straight again.

Draceo sized Larik up before glancing at Arnea once again.

'I just had a brilliant idea,' he grinned.