Chapter 1

The sun glistened brightly, illuminating the streets of London during early dawn, often an indicator that summer had finally arrived. The gentle wind carried the scent of fresh grass and flowers all around welcoming this new season. There was a buzz of flurry and of spirit that spread amongst the people, eager to embrace the memories yet to be made during this holiday season. However, as of for Valentine, this was more than just a holiday season.

"I wonder what daemon Valentine will get!" squealed one of Valentine's classmates. "His birthday's tomorrow right?"

"Oh my, yes! I was thinking the exact same," chimed in another.

"Don't forget the cultivation of his mana. I'm so curious," they chattered between each other. How could they not? He was the face and icon of Babel High, a well-respected mascot. Only the top one-percent is accepted into this establishment each year and he was at the epicenter. Everyone was talking about him.

"Please. I'm sorry. Let me go," begged a voice near the bathroom followed by a loud slam.

"Should have thought about that before you tried to act like you're better than us!" yelled the young man with luscious, scarlet-dipped hair alongside his intense gaze that perfectly mimicked the heat and passion of fire.

"Leo that's enough," his friend interrupted calmly, and restrained Leo from throwing his final punch. "You're forgetting that we're at school. You don't want to end up killing him"

Leo grunted in frustration, and threw him outside the bathroom door. "I fucking hate this," he mumbled. There was blood dripping out the victim's nose as he staggered backwards attempting to gain control over his balance. However, his misfortune did not end there.

BUMP.

It was fear-mongering. Not having anyone by your side, the feeling of utter isolation building in. He would have rather crashed into the walls, or the windows and hopefully at such a force that he would have fallen through it and landed on the hard concrete, the victim thought at that moment. A cold and unsettling aura emitted from behind him, overwhelming his soul and mental stature. He slowly turned his head around, unable to move another inch due to the injuries caused, but also due to the dread that he was anticipating. Afterall, he recognised the alluring scent of the cologne.

"So, you're here early…Valentine," snickered Leo, while folding his arms and enjoying the spectacle before him. "Whoopsie didn't mean for this to happen though" he added passively.

Valentine looked down at the victim with strong resentment and disgust brooding in his eyes, as he watched the blood from the victim's hands transfer onto his blazer. "Move," he ordered coldly. The victim jolted back into his senses, and wobbled backwards holding his head down.

"I-I'm sorry, please fo—"

"What a bunch of fucking clowns." The harsh words from Valentine cut the victim's apology in short and, stung him to the core. Leo curled his fists at his words prepared to start another dispute. However, before he could say or act on impulse, Noel grabbed him by the collar and forced him back into the bathroom. Valentine continued to walk onwards, disregarding the entire situation, and the victim himself. There was a deafening silence that followed. No one dared to utter a word. Despite his well-reputed image, Valentine was also notoriously known for having a rotten, vile and malicious personality. Him having no friends was a surprise to no one, not even himself. He preferred to keep it that way.

The victim fell to the ground once again, the tears choking him up as he laid there utterly helpless and humiliated. "They will all pay for this."

"That bastard" uttered Leo under his breath. "Why did you stop me?! Just look at how high and mighty he acts. Does he really think he's all that? Noel—"

"I can hear you Leo, thank you," Noel added.

"Then, why aren't you saying anything? Isn't it time that we taught him a lesson? We've already activated our mana. I hate seeing him walk all proud and mighty as if he owns the world," Leo rambled, and kicked the wall roughly as a way to ease his anger.

"Patience Leo, there's a time and a place for everything," replied Noel, in a soothing yet cunning manner that caught Leo's full attention. "I heard it's his birthday tomorrow," he spoke with poison that followed each word. Noel turned around to face Leo, and bit his lips to contain the malice that accompanied his grin.

'Do not engage with commoners or that will hinder your capabilities. Aim for succession not for compassion.' Valentine recalled the words of his father, that had been absorbed into his very being.

"Idiots. What do they think they're doing? Running a circus?" Valentine complained out loud, the tone of his voice progressively getting more hostile in an empty bathroom, furthest away from all the ruckus. "This is exactly why they remain at their level and I am at mine," added Valentine. He aggressively scrubbed his blazer in hopes to wash off any remnants of victim's blood. Filthy.

He tossed his blazer to the side, and took in a deep breath. It was the day before his birthday, and having his mood ruined was the last thing on his mind. He wanted to keep his focus steady for the big day tomorrow.

"Now before I let you all go, I want to remind you all that this is your last semester," The professor addressed, his voice projecting clearly throughout the lecture hall. The air was tense. Not because of the professor himself, but the announcement that awaited. "Make sure you spend your time wisely if you want to ensure your admission into Babel Academy. As you may already know, we do not accept the bare minimum. We may be more lenient in Babel High but, there will be no toleration for any fragility or academic failure in the Academy. The weak will be eliminated. So, try your hardest everyone. Class dismissed," he concluded his speech, allowing all the students to chatter among themselves.

There was mixed emotions that surged within the atmosphere, some were anxious and scared whereas, some were thrilled at the idea of participating in the examination to enter Babel Academy. This was one of the oldest standing mana-academy after 'The Great Massacre'. A heavy battle-filled blood feud that took place between Mages and Demons that tormented and, caused the destruction of the whole world. The Demons killed, slaughtered, absorbed and consumed innocent civilians and their mana in order to gain power. The ones that were able to put an end to it were known as the Holy Mages. Multiple historical records of that time state, that this group consisted of individuals that surpassed their highest consciousness, and were able to obtain their 'true power' which unlocked their deepest potentials, and utilized it to overthrow and annihilate the Demon Clan along with their Demon Lord. The records also state that these individuals were chosen from the top academies, one of them being Babel Academy. Valentine was well aware of this, and knew what it meant to truly be a part of this exceptional organisation, and he was willing to do whatever it took to confirm his admission.

After the professor had left, he threw his bag over his shoulder, and made his way to the library which was open to students that wished to do work after school. He chose the seat nearest to the window, one that was chiseled with deep intricate designs as well as being a spot that allowed the most natural lighting. The evening sun glimmered against his hair, highlighting the heavenly golden complexion that sparkled under the soft rays. Being a top student came with multiple responsibilities, one of which was staying updated with the academics and assignments, a task which he never failed to complete.

"The school gates will close in 10 minutes, please make your way out of the premises," announced the speaker around the school. Valentine glanced over to his watch, 10:30pm. He hadn't realised how long he was immersed in his studies for. Shit, I'm going to be late.

Having made this realisation, he packed his bag swiftly, and made his way out. However, the moment he stepped outside, he was swept away by the delightful night sky that dimly illuminated the streets. The stars were arrayed perfectly alongside the moon which had come to its full circle. A full moon night.

"Don't pick me up today. I want to walk home today" Valentine declared over the phone.

"But Young Master, I was told to escort y—"

"Do you want to be fired? I said I want to walk home. Don't pick me up." he interjected, and ended their conversation. Only ten minutes had passed since his departure from school, and he was aware of the short distance from his house to Babel High. Valentine wanted to thoroughly enjoy the feeling of superiority and vigour building up inside him, and one thing sure about him was that, if there was something he wished to do then nothing would ever get in his way. He made sure of that.

Late night strolls were one of his particular interests, as he took great thrill in being out in the dark. Valentine strongly believed in his strength and also held the notion that it helped build his resilience and bravery since, from a very young age, darkness was one of the things he struggled to conquer. The lack of pedestrians and, the serene view was an added benefit.

The leaves rustled gently from the cool summer breeze, and the streets were dimly lit. After what felt like fifteen minutes of walking, he felt a strange sensation from behind him. Am I being stalked?, he wondered and kept a steady pace in order to not alert them. He was unsure of who, in their right mind, would wait till such late hours in order to follow him. Who could it be? My fans? An animal? Or perhaps…

It finally dawned within him. An enemy. Alarmed from the sudden realisation, his face tensed as he digressed from his original pathway, and walked through an area densely packed with oak trees which would eventually lead to a portion of land that was left plain. Despite his instincts instructing him that it would be better to not waste time on inconveniences such as this, Valentine was curious to see who and, what type of people were tailing him. Truth to be said, he was rather annoyed. Annoyed at the thought that someone would dare think of harming him. It rubbed on his ego.

"Stop being a coward and step out" he called out after reaching the centre of the ground. Though he had his back turned against them, his heightened senses were able to pick up on the changes of energy behind him.

Valentine swirled around without hesitation and softly jumped to his left.

Too close.

A pool of dust was released into the air at the sudden impact of the vigorous kick that carried a slight voltage. He was electrokinetic. The electricity buzzed around his aura.

"You're a confident one, aren't ya," he spoke, the grouchiness of his tone irking Valentine.

"A man. What a shame, I thought it was one of my fans." Valentine responded cockily, and stood a firm a ground. The man had an odd diseased yellow complexion alongside a considerable amount of tattoos covering his face and body.

"I'm not here for jokes," he stated, as he cracked the joints of his neck.

"And I'm not into men," Valentine retaliated, "Don't you know it's against the law to be hitting on minors? Let alone using your mana on them." It was a well known law across the whole world and one that was agreed upon by all the great leaders across the world. 'The act of using mana with the intent of harm against innocent civilians and, young adults under the age of 18 is considered a severe crime under the eyes of the government, and is punishable by law.'

Valentine's gaze travelled to a tattoo on the man's right arm that read 'Grade 9'. Though it confused him why anyone would have their Grade tattooed on their arm since it could increase or decrease with training, he was far too caught up in the moment to pay heed to the minor details.

"Loser, " Valentine murmured, unconsciously.

The man was left infuriated by Valentine's attempts to provoke him, and lunged forwards with full force. He balled up his fists, loading the waves of high voltage electricity and, smashed it down.

Shit, he's fast.

Valentine dodged his attack once more but with less accuracy and speed this time, causing a cut to form on his right cheek. It was his first time encountering an opponent as strong and, one that could use mana.

Can never really catch a break can I? Fools just seem to adore me.

"What do you want?" Valentine asked starting to feel agitated. "I don't want to waste my time catering to your pathetic needs."

"What I want?" the man chuckled, revealing an unpleasant grimace. "Don't mind me, just completing a Grade 9 quest" he stated, and prepared his stance ready to attack.

BOOM. CRASH. SWING. PUNCH.

Tsk. This kid is strong, thought the man, as he watched Valentine relentlessly try to fight back. Fourty minutes had passed since the beginning of their duel, and yet Valentine refused to give up. His picture-perfect figure that he had groomed to perfection and, maintained over the years had now turned into a tainted mess. His hair was disheveled, and multiple abrasions and injuries covered his whole body including his uniform which now looked tattered and frayed. It was embarrassing. Valentine had never felt such utter defeat throughout his life — even though he hadn't admitted it yet. His body quivered and he could feel his heart pound against his ribs. What is this feeling? He couldn't bring himself to face the man. For the first time in his life — or perhaps not the first, but rather the first time in years he thought to himself, am I really this weak?

He knew there would be a considerable difference in power between a mana and non-mana user however, he thought he might at least stand a chance. At least against a Grade 9 user. It was unbelievable to him.

PUNCH.

Valentine's body flew backwards, colliding with the ground putting him in a state of exhaustion. It became a struggle to breathe. Blood oozed out of his nose. He bought his hands up weakly dabbing the sleeves of his shirt against his face and nose, staining it a deep red. Fuck, I need to get home.

"Given up already?" A voice called out to Valentine, causing his body to tense upon recognition.

A familiar figure loomed over him, and scoffed at his sight. Leo. It was ridiculous, this entire situation. Valentine chuckled at the comical absurdity he was facing. His pupils enlarged in size, and he felt an odd jittery sensation taking over his body further driving him to insanity.

"HEY! Have you lost your mind?" Leo yelled, grabbing Valentine by his collar.

"You pathetic fucking fools. I can't believe you would go this far," Valentine spat at Leo, continuing to fall into hysteria. Leo's eyes gleamed with fury at his arrogant attitude despite being in a state that wounded both him and his status. He drew Valentine's face closer, and threw a sharp punch aiming at his jaw. Blood splattered from his mouth onto the dirt below them.

"You really want to keep up running your mouth?" Leo asked, resentment taking over his expression.

"What do you want to do with him?" The man walked over to them, slightly agitated by the disruption, but nothing that he couldn't look over as he was getting paid.

"Dispose of it. Without a trace, Gunther" Noel stated coldly, taking a stand next to Leo, his platinum blonde hair gently brushing past his eyebrows. "Leo, let's go now. It's almost 11:50pm, our parent's will start inquiring," Noel uttered in his perpetual monotonous tone and laid his hands on Leos' shoulder.

"Parents?" Valentine questioned, causing them to halt in their tracks. "You wouldn't know what that's like, right Noel?" he inserted. Though he knew it would be a terrible idea to continue aggravating them, it felt beyond him to remain logical and composed in a situation like this. He hated losing more than ever, and if he was going to die such a disappointing death, he might as well die with one less regret.

There was an overbearing silence that followed past Valentine's statement, the air thick from tension. Noel clenched his jaw, and pivoted his body slowly to face Valentine. It was almost as if a switch was flicked within him. It was impossible to fully make out the expression that took over his face due to shadow that covered his face however, the slight beam that once flickered in his eyes was no longer to be found. The cool toned blue that often reflected his calm and collected nature darkened, representing something that of a void, as he crouched down to meet Valentine's eyes.

"Come again?" Noel asked Valentine, while gripping his jaw tightly. Valentine twitched his eyes in discomfort, but maintained his cocky expression towards him. Noel reciprocated his energy, and looked down at him with pity and wickedness radiating off his aura.

"I said—"

PUNCH.

PUNCH.

PUNCH.

PUNCH.

The corners of his lips curled into a grimace, and he asked Valentine once more, "come again?" Valentine's pupils rolled back into his sockets, revealing his sclera as Noel continued to disfigure his face. He felt the bones disintegrate and crush into smaller pieces sending waves of agonising pain throughout his body.

PUNCH.

PUNCH.

PUNCH.

"Hey…Noel, you're going to kill him at this rate," Leo muttered, unable to comprehend this side of Noel he had never witnessed before. Noel had always been the calmer one between them. He always maintained his composure no matter the situation, but to see him in a state of psychotic frenzy was something he had never dreamed of encountering — and hoped that it would be the last time he'd encounter it. Valentine fought to breathe, the blood blocking the air from entering both his nose and mouth. Noel curled his bloodied fists one last time, and concentrated on the energy on his palm. The atmosphere felt colder with frost forming beneath where Noel stood and, a ball of bright neon blue energy encapsulated his entire fist. As if finally grasping the situation, Leo flinched, and sprang to get a hold of Noel.

"ARE YOU CRAZY? NOEL WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" He screamed, while he attempted to drag Noel further away from Valentine who looked like he was on the verge of passing out. It came as a surprise to them all that he was able to remain conscious for so long but, not for much longer, they guessed. Noel remained silent as he moved further and further away from the site, his eyes obsessively fixated upon Valentine.

"I'll kill him," he murmured, grinding his teeth feeling unsatisfied.

"Maybe in another life, we have to leave now. You almost got us into big trouble," Leo urged, as he tightened his grip on Noel. "What the hell were you thinking? Using your mana on him? You barely know how to use it yourself!" he continued to ramble.

11:58 PM, the clock read. The Big Ben shone brightly, almost bragging to its spectators.

How lame. I don't even get to meet my daemon. I was so close. Valentine's vision felt hazy and his breathing slowed in pace. The once warm and soothing summer air, now burnt and scorched his skin. He felt an unusual throb of pain pulsate across his body, twisting and churning his flesh and bones. He grunted in anguish. Am I dying? I wonder if Father would be mad, or disappointed. He chuckled at the thought, revealing his bloodied gums and teeth.

"You were a brat, but you did well," Gunther stated, praising his efforts. "I'm not sorry, after all this is my job, but rest easy kiddo," he remarked one last time, raising the dagger to finish him off. Though he was unable to move, Valentine continued to feel the vigorous sensation grow stronger and stronger by each second as if his body was a cocoon morphing into a butterfly. His heart pounded viscously and the temperature of his body rose uncontrollably, the unimaginable pain overwhelming him and causing his vision to turn from red to black.

DING-DONG, DING-DONG, DING-DONG.

"That annoying clock. Scared the shit out of me," Gunther complained to himself and turned back to face Valentine. The blood drained from his face. The body was gone. His heart palpitated at a fast pace, the cold sweat prickling his forehead. "H-how could this be?" he stuttered trying to find the right words. A dark ominous energy loomed over him from the back casting a shadow that towered over him. Words could not explain how Gunther truly felt in that moment. Demonic. Malicious. Insidious. Sinister. Gunther turned himself around attempting to mask bravery only to be faced with crippling fear taking over his very being. There stood the body of Valentine completely consumed by a dense mist — at least three meters tall — took the form of the most daunting and horrifying beast. Despite the details of its form being unclear, it's blood-lust was made apparent to those around it. Gunther intensified his grip onto the dagger charging it with his mana, his survival instincts kicking in and launched himself onto Valentine's figure.

The daemon let out a blood-curdling scream, it's mist growing in size and, inflamed an immense amount of energy that burned with great intensity and, hurled it towards Gunther.

Both Leo's and Noel's eyes widened with fear as they witnessed this monstrosity from afar yet, not far enough to be safe from it's impact. Leo attempted to sprint, his hand still tugging onto Noel's clothing desperately. The image of Gunther's body being utterly ripped and released into the thin air imprinted upon Noel's mind as he watched the blast of energy head towards them at great speed.

BANG.