Chapter 10:The Betrayal
Luc walked into the massive school building, feeling a bit overwhelmed. It was bigger than he expected, with grand hallways and a strange, ancient aura. As he followed the crowd of students into a large classroom, he started to feel uneasy. Something was… off.
The teacher, an older man with sharp eyes and a presence that demanded attention, entered the room. He clapped his hands together.
"Alright, everyone! Welcome to Silvercrest Academy. You're all here for one reason—to train as exorcists and eliminate the threats of the demon world!"
Luc froze.
Wait… what?
The students around him cheered in excitement, but Luc felt like his soul just left his body. His fingers twitched as he tried to process the words.
Exorcist school? EXORCIST SCHOOL?!
He wasn't supposed to be here. He was supposed to go to a normal school, with normal humans, and live a normal life.
Takeshi. That bastard.
Luc slowly turned to the classroom door, considering a very slow, very casual escape. But before he could even take a step—
"You there!" the teacher called out, pointing straight at Luc. "No slacking! Introduce yourself!"
Luc stiffened. He could feel every single pair of eyes staring at him. He swallowed hard and forced out the fakest, most awkward smile.
"Uh… Hi. I'm Luc. I… like reading books?"
A few students looked unimpressed. The teacher nodded. "Alright, Luc. Take a seat. We're about to begin our first lesson—Understanding Demons."
Luc sat down, his mind still screaming internally.
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The Lesson
The lecture started. The teacher pulled up images of different demon species, explaining their weaknesses, how they attack, and how exorcists have fought them for centuries.
Luc slumped in his seat, resting his chin on his hand.
Weaknesses? Weak points? Pfft. Who even wrote these? These are all wrong.
The teacher pointed at an image of a high-class demon. "For example, this type of demon has a soft spot behind its right ear. Attacking there ensures a fatal strike!"
Luc almost laughed. No, it doesn't. That "soft spot" was actually just a marking—a warning for other demons not to attack there because it was their strongest defense point.
This entire class was built on misinformation.
Then the teacher passed out a quiz.
Luc stared at the paper. The questions were too easy.
Question 1: How do you defeat a shadow demon?
Luc wrote: Use light, but don't waste time on small attacks. Go straight for the core.
Question 2: What is the greatest weakness of high-class demons?
Luc smirked and wrote: Arrogance.
After the quiz, the teacher collected the papers, graded them on the spot, and suddenly stopped when he reached Luc's.
His eyes narrowed. "Luc…" He looked up. "How did you know all this?"
Luc gulped. "Uh… Google?"
The class burst into laughter, but the teacher wasn't amused. "Hmph. Well, you got a perfect score. Impressive… for a beginner."
Luc let out a relieved breath. Crisis averted.
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The Confrontation
After class, Luc stormed into Takeshi's shop, slamming the door behind him.
"You TRAYDOR!" he shouted.
Takeshi, lazily leaning on the counter, looked up with a raised eyebrow. "What are you yelling about now?"
Luc stomped over, jabbing a finger at him. "YOU. SAID. SCHOOL. You DIDN'T say exorcist school!"
Takeshi grinned. "I never said it was normal school."
Luc's eye twitched. "I—YOU—!" He groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Damn it, Takeshi! Do you have any idea what you just did?! Exorcists kill demons! I AM A DEMON!"
Takeshi's smile faded slightly, his expression turning unreadable. "...I know."
Luc froze.
Then—FLASHBACK.
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Years Ago
Luc was just a washer at Takeshi's store, doing simple chores and keeping a low profile. One day, while takeshi was away he read the old book he found in the library about the exorcist, fascinated by their power.
But Takeshi had caught him.
"Where did you get this?" Takeshi had asked, his voice cold.
Luc, startled, had instinctively straightened his posture and muttered in a regal tone, "Give it back to me, you mortal."
The air turned tense.
Without a word, Takeshi summoned a gun, letting it materialize in his hand.
Luc's blood ran cold.
"...Are you an exorcist?" Luc had asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Takeshi narrowed his eyes. "Are you a demon?"
Luc knew he was dead either way. If he lied, Takeshi would see through it. If he told the truth, Takeshi would kill him.
So, instead, he told half the truth.
"I… got here by accident," Luc had admitted. "I'm just trying to survive."
Takeshi stared at him for a long time. Then, slowly, he lowered the gun.
"Tch. Poor kid," he muttered.
And just like that, they fell into their strange dynamic—Takeshi the exorcist, and Luc, the hidden demon prince, playing the role of an ordinary human.
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Back to the Present
Luc stared at Takeshi. "...You knew."
Takeshi sighed, rubbing his temples. "Look, kid. I didn't put you there for fun. I did it to protect you."
"Protect me? By throwing me into a SCHOOL OF DEMON KILLERS?!"
Takeshi grinned. "Think of it this way—you'll know what they know. You'll learn their tactics, their weaknesses. You'll blend in better. No one will suspect you."
Luc opened his mouth to argue—then stopped.
Because damn it. Takeshi wasn't wrong.
Luc groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "I hate you."
Takeshi ruffled Luc's hair. "You'll thank me later."
Luc smacked his hand away. "I'm gonna fail all the physical training on purpose."
Takeshi laughed. "Go ahead, but good luck. Exorcist school ain't easy."
Luc sighed, already regretting everything.
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To Be Continued…