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“Impossible,” the demoness who’d called me “fresh meat” barked. “High Lord Lucifer wouldn’t allow this treacherous bitch to live. He must have sent her to us to let us finish her off.”

A lot of demons agreed with her. “She won’t leave this classroom. We’ll fuck her pink flesh until we tear her open from the inside.”

“She’s powerful. Some call her a princess,” one of them warned.

“She’s no princess of ours. Whoever takes her down obtains her power!” The demoness was trying to inspire her peers.

There was a belief in Hell that you absorbed the power of anyone you killed.

Another wave of demons surged toward me with a cacophony of bellows, swinging their axes and chainsaws at me. The prospect of stealing my power was an incentive for all of them. They’d abandoned their former targets to make me their primary victim.

“You stupid demon worms are too stupid to live,” I said, beheading a demoness. “Even fucking Lucifer failed to take my powers.”

“Protect the princess!” a witch suddenly shouted. “She’s on our side.”

The halflings echoed her shouts and charged the pureblood demons, fighting to get to me. Half a dozen witches and mages also joined in, tossing spells at the demons surrounding me.

That was unexpected.

I hadn’t come here to look for friends or allies, but now my blades discriminated and skewered only the pureblood demons.

Black blood dripped from my swords, and I grinned demonically.

A boom sounded in the room.

“Stop!” the instructor barked, his archdemon power ripping the air, piercing the violence around us.

The other students doubled over at the potency of his power, all except for me.

All action ceased and killing halted.

I’d noticed who the archdemon was when I kicked down the door. Cold rage had beaten in my middle, demanding I slay him right away.

I’d held back.

Until now.

He was one of the archdemons who’d attacked Héctor in the Brooklyn military compound. He’d nearly amputated my beloved’s wing. Héctor had also severed his crimson horns before he escaped, and now his greasy horns had grown back.

His taunting of my beloved still echoed in the back chamber of my head. “You won’t get out of here alive, Demigod of Death. And don’t worry about the girl. I bet she’s in Hell’s realm now, enjoying my Lord Lucifer’s and your god’s company. There’ll be a threesome—”

He had recognized me as well, judging by the way he leered at me, obsessive greed swirling in his black-pit eyes.

“Cadets,” he called, clapping his claws, “the introduction is over. Now sit your asses down for the class.”

He gestured at the corpses, indicated to them like they were chairs.

So this was what Hell’s Academy was about—we sat on our former classmates’ corpses and listened to lectures, our hands and feet soaking in blood.

The pureblood demons milled around the classroom to claim seats—the better corpses.

“I don’t think so,” I said, leaping into the air toward the archdemon, my twin swords sailing toward his neck.

“How dare you strike your superior!” the archdemon snarled, swinging up his axes to meet my blades.

“You’re no superior to me, foul demon,” I said, shooting my foot up to kick his forehead while our weapons locked against each other.

His head jerked back at the blow.


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