Page 24 of Dark Souls Academy: The Sacrifice

We rolled around, adrenaline spiking even higher. I was numb, so there was still no fear. Only determination. Even though deep down I knew I had already won this fight.

The blade disappeared, so my claws ripped into Nar’s neck. Still no emotion stirred inside of me. His fangs and claws pierced my flesh by surprise. I forced my wind to push him away, so I could get up. I glanced down at my bloody hand in confusion. Why wasn’t I feeling any emotions or even the pain?

Focus, my love,Alaric’s voice in my head brought me back to the fight. Just in time to get a punch from Nar’s fist. I moved quicker than he could register and slammed my fist into his nose in return.

I siphoned the surrounding emotions to heal my wounds. The surge of energy and emotions jolted me, slightly pushing the numbness away. What was happening?

When Nar hit the ground, I pounced. Rage boiled inside me as the names of his victims flashed through my mind—slaves abused because of him, people killed for his twisted pleasure. His bloodlust had only intensified since the brothers became my mates. The academy’s suppression had faded, making him deadlier than ever.

My claws ripped into Nar as if his skin was made out of butter. My chuckle echoed around the hallway. I could hear a few people cheering and yelling, but I didn’t process what was going on around us. My mind was zeroed in on my prey. My claws moved quicker, loving the blood coating them.

He screamed and did his hardest to get the upper hand by bucking me off him or biting at whatever he could reach. I wasn’t worried, but the longer I dragged this out, the more people would doubt my abilities. So, I didn’t let up.

As I hovered over the snarling little leach, I whispered, “You chose the wrong side. Here’s a warning to anyone else who wants to go against me.” As I spoke, my fingers dug into the wound on his neck. His cool blood coated my hands.

Nar gargled, but whatever he was going to say didn’t matter. I used my power to boost my strength. A snap and crack were all it took to tear his head from his body.

My giggle was a little manic, but the numbness inside of me didn’t let me care. It coated my senses. Everything that made Ivy me was on hold. There was no worry, fear, or stress. My eyes dilated with the thrill of true freedom.

I turned my bloody hands to watch the muscles move in my arm as I slowly closed my fingers into fists. Fuck ya. I was the Queen that Hell deserved. Nothing could stop me.

One threat was gone, and I did it by the rules. That made my head tilt as I took time to think. Why did I care again? Who the fucked cared about rules?

“Succy, let me help you,” Dex said. His tone was soft and caring, but it just made me roll my eyes. Dex couldn’t help me because I didn’t need help. My mind had never been so clear.

I was on a mission.

For what again? Answers?

Boring.

Oooh, vengeance. That was right. I needed to make them pay.

Who though?

It took a second for the answer to hit me. Everyone.

When the others began to speak up as well, I grabbed a transportation potion and vanished. They didn’t understand. The numbness scared me for a second, but now, I could feel the freedom it gave me. I didn’t have to care about anything but my vengeance. I was better than ever, and it was time to hunt.

No one would stop me. Not even my mates.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

My victims lay on the ground as my pink magic restrained them like rope. The weaklings didn’t even struggle anymore, and they called themselves Masters. How could they be in the top twenty?

The fuckers ruined all my fun. I hunted them for ten minutes, undetected, before getting bored and attacking. Pitiful, if you asked me.

Oh well, my next targets would be better. These ones needed help, though. I’d pluck out their eyes to see if they could improve without them. Their other senses would ameliorate, giving them a better chance at surviving. It would be a favor really.

“Time to become real demons,” I said and tiptoed to the closest one. He laid on his stomach, so he couldn’t see me. I growled when he didn’t notice my presence. It caused him to jerk away at the sound, curling into a ball.

My hands glowed pink, and my black tipped fingers grew claws with my annoyance. They would be perfect to use. My wind magic flipped him over. His swollen face was wet with tears. It just made me angrier. How pathetic could he be. If he peed his pants, I’d just kill him.

I watched his quivering mouth move to tell me something, but his voice buzzed in my mind like a bug. My demon didn’t think him worthy enough to hear. Honestly, I agreed.

I went after Master demons to have more fun. If I wanted trembling messes, I would have hunted a slave. Maybe, the whole academy needed my help? Once I rebuild them into better demons, I’d have an exquisite army. I didn’t remember why having an army of my own was important, but who cared.

My magic lifted him off the ground, so I had better access to his face.

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