No One Is Born Evil

"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. 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 standing out while avoiding a death flag from a certain psychotic Halfling who went on a killing spree two hundred years ago.

Cent nodded at Matilda who barely went through the crowded part of the hallway while Cent remained at the corner to avoid the buzzing creatures loitering around – finding ways to their next class.

Puffing out, Matilda leaned against the wall. "You are so calm, girlie. I feel like my eyeball popping out of my eye socket every time they bumped me! Especially those Benevolent students!"

Matilda turned to the other side of the hallway where five students were merrily talking with each other. Cent followed where the zombie girl was looking at. The red-haired guy shoved the blue-haired one while the pink-haired girl bickered as if she was stopping them but failed as everything erupted into a full-blown fight.

They are the Benevolent students? More on like the thugs in the neighborhood – acting high and mighty.

The buzzing students seemed to stop what they were struggling for just to pave the way for the arrogant group to make their fight happen. The once-crowded hallway before was now empty as students flew to the ceiling and crawled to the walls just to watch the moronic fight.

Cent did not make a move – earning a jab from Matilda which she swatted with her warning green eyes.

"Aren't we moving away from the fight, girlie?"

Matilda's anxious rotten face did not nudge Crescent as she crossed her arms – watching the Benevolent students. She remembered what Asmodeus the Lustful had earlier as he was giving them the discussion of the bloody history between angels and demons. The bloodshed continued in Transylvania Academy and continues to this day.

Sudden deaths of the lesser demons caused by a burn that was fatal to the demons, the holy fair still happened from time to time. The goblin sitting before her during the History of Demonic Arts had a sister that died at the hands of the angels studying in the academy. She was found at the back of Ambivalent territory, naked and burned alive by the holy fire.

The holy fire huh? It is the feared advantage of angels against demons. The stronger the wielder of the holy fire, the fatality of the holy fire becomes greater for the demons and that is said can kill a demon lord.

Some angels, huh? Are creatures judged good and evil from the moment they are born? Somehow, this system reminds me of the human world.

Crescent answered Matilda's concern in a bored tone as she stayed in the corner, arms still crossed. "I am watching their little squabble, Matilda. Aren't you curious why they are so brave even with the existence of rules?"

Crescent and Matilda were the only remaining students within a ten-meter radius of the fight. Even the students started to murmur around them while glancing in their direction.

Cent's glowing green eyes stared at the two dickheads clashing their swords against each other. Matilda on the other hand pressed her bony self against the wall as her popping eyes watched the scene a few meters before them – her only consolation was the thought that the girlie was the daughter of the second strongest demon of the Malevolent world.

"You are not picking a fight, are you girlie?" Worry laced her screeching voice.

Matilda's question made Crescent smile sweetly. "Who knows, Matilda? I am just a bystander."

It is true. I am just a bystander as I observed the system of this school. Scenes like these will give me the structure of Transylvania Academy. After all, I survived in Julliard even as an anomaly after observing the caste system in Julliard.

Statistically, it was easy to survive in that university if I would not draw any attention. However, in Transylvania Academy, my existence is already a touchy subject and the horns on my head are a dead giveaway about my special predicament of being the Grand Duke Beelzebub's only offspring.

The red-haired man pulled back after being grazed by the blue-haired man's blade. His holy mouth spewed demonic swears.

"Fuck you, Rosu!" yelled the red-haired man as he stared at the golden liquid pouring out from his wound.

So angels have golden blood, how cliche.

The blue-haired man smirked, his strides slowed down as he circled the red-haired man who was now kneeling on the floor – his bloodstained sword twirling dangerously. Its tip produced an ominous black-colored flare of a black flame making Cent's brows tangled together as her frown deepened. Matilda seemed to freeze by her side. Even the faraway crowd took distance away from the exhilarating fight.

"You're using your holy fire huh, Rosu?" Though beaten black and blue, the red-haired man still managed to sprout some nonsense.

This earned him an amused chuckle from the blue-haired man – his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Watch and learn, Serza."

The tension made from pure amusement and curiosity around the hallway vanished into thin air. The stale wind shifted into a strong current, sweeping away the students who were either floating or riding their broomsticks. The students on the walls fell face-flat on the floor. Some kind of threatening energy engulfed the hallway surrounding the two students.

"H-Help!"

"Nooo!"

The suffocating energy rendered the other students unconscious as they were not able to stand against the surging pressure from the clashing powers between Rosu's barrier and Serza's holy fire.

"Rosu, Serza! Stop it!" The voice of the pink-haired girl barely seemed like a whisper in front of the raging storm. Her long floral hair was tied by a red ribbon that made her seemed a flower at the center of the chaos. Her lilac-colored eyed shone the brightest – they belonged to someone who was meant to do good things compared to her flashing predatory green eyes.

Cent saw it. She saw the truth of the caste system – the blind justice and the downsides of the weak and the insignificant.

Just one moment ago, two zombies were standing a good distance away from the scene – they were one of those who fled away to avoid being caught in the raging storm. But the next thing they saw, Serza scanned the crowd and stopped when he found his prey. Serza swung his sword into the two zombies' destination rendering them good as the dead.

So this is Transylvania Academy in a nutshell. Fucking psychos everywhere – hiding the pretext of being the offspring of the holy – justifying their bullying just because they are born entitled as the protectors of peace. How pathetic.

What was once standing on the floor became ashes. The others caught in the holy fire screeched like an animal, but unlike the students from the Malevolent Dorms, they did not perish like bugs.

"Serza, what have you done? Sky, stop that brat!" The pink-haired girl yelled in anguish as she opened her right hand – releasing a glow from her hand and thus creating a barrier around the crowd, protecting them from the lunatic.

Serza's eyes shifted to the pink-haired girl, his eyes glinted with the same gleam he had earlier. "You miss one, Ariel." His grin widened as he met Matilda's eyes.

The gush of wind surrounding them sharpened which made Matilda shiver with fear. After all, she saw what happened to his brethren. Curling up as if she were prepared, Cent wondered why Matilda did not even utter her name for help even after knowing who she was.