Page 49 of Hell's Reaper


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I roll my eyes. “You know, Inari, I—”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’m going to be the strongest one here. You should hop on this before you lose the chance to.” I ignore his comment.

He takes a sip of his water. “You have potential.”

My brow cocks and a smirk curls on my lips. “Was that a compliment?”

“You have potential… but your mind is in other places.”

I wave him off. “No.” He’s not wrong. My mind is on home and what I’m going to do to save it.

He sets down his book. “Why do you want to be the best, Asura?”

I feel cold when he says my name. “Uh…”

“You just want it because you’ve always been the best for no reason. You strive for acceptance because you never got it as a kid.”

My brows pull together as I chuckle. “You know nothing about me. I may be the heir but trust me, I’ve been accepted by everyone in my life. I don’t want acceptance, and I can care less about what people think about me.”

“Then why do you want to be the best, Asura? Because you want dick from your hounds, or?”

“Right, because to you, I’m just the princess who only cares about dick, yet I wouldn’t touch yours with a ten-foot pole, asshole.”

He lets out a chuckle. “Yeah? Thank god. I’d never have someone as weak as you on my dick.”

Show him weak... The demonic voice in my head makes me smile.

“I’m going to win you over one day.” I stand, grabbing my energy drink. I look at the book and realize I have read it. “He dies at the end.”

He closes the book, staring up at me. “Really? Are you actually being petty like that?”

Walking away, I feel his cold stare on me, but I don’t look back. I won’t be weak for long. I’m not even sure how I’m going to get stronger. I don’t know much about fighting anymore. I need help.

At the club, I used to practice a lot when I was in moods like this. The focus on doing something made me feel better. Now I can’t dance like I used to. Now it’s fighting, but I can’t learn without doing the real thing. I fell on my ass from the pole a lot of times, but I still got up and tried again. I’ll show Inarian how strong I can really be.

“Are you nervous?” Amos’s shoulder bumps me at the telum ceremony later that night as we stand in line to take a seat.

I shrug. “I hope I get a small dagger and have to use that for the rest of my life.”

“Some have,” she says, entering the assembly room that holds at least over two thousand people.

“New reapers over there,” a teacher directs me, handing me a blue chip. Enhancement chip.

“Do I need to take this?” Nerves enter my chest. I know how the ceremony works. I should have prepared for this. You take a blue enhancement chip which enhances your powers to a level that will help you. You chant a spell and boom! The weapon is yours. But part of me was hopping that I could get away without using it.

He nods. “You need the extra strength for the telum.”

Hesitating, I shove the chip into my mouth. It dissolves quickly, and I can already feel it rushing through my veins. I look at Amos who is directed the other way. She sends me a thumbs up. She already had her telum from last year; a reaper scythe, which is surprisingly rare.

Glancing around, I seeKillian is one of the first people in the first row, basically jumping with joy. Slowly the assembly room grows louder and louder with each group of people that enter. I try not to focus on anything, but the thought of my demon coming out to play.

I remember the mage telling my father what will happen when I take any type of magic chips, including enhancement chips.

“Settle down,” the dean, Dean Moon, says when he enters the stage. “Good morning.”

Some mutter it back.

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