The Way of a Demon Lord

"What?! My first kill?" Isabella was taken aback.

"You are a demon. You have even enjoyed suffering before. So, what's wrong with killing?" A smile still stretched across Adrian's face.

"But, killing is…" She was still a little sceptical.

"Don't worry, once you get your first kill, you will get addicted. Besides, you will be killing humans; did you already forget who we are?" He asked.

"I… will try then." She finally agreed.

"Great! First things first- we need to find the victims, and a customer." Adrian started to get excited.

'Victims? Customer?' She squinted and asked herself.

******

"Tsk, not here either." Adrian clicked his tongue as he got out from the faculty room of the combat department.

"I am extremely sorry for not being of any help." Instructor Hastings, who accompanied him through the faculty room, bowed.

"Don't worry, you can leave." Adrian waved his hand.

"I wish you luck on your endeavour." The man bowed again before entering the room.

'So, only the medical department and magic circle research department remain.' He thought as he began to walk towards the faculty room of medical department.

On his way, he crossed path with a moustached middle aged senior instructor. Both of them locked eyes for a moment before Adrian bowed his head- a sign of respect.

The instructor nodded and went on his way. Little did he know that Adrian bowed to hide the evil smile he had on his face.

'Target acquired.' He changed his course and began to walk toward the Fredrick House.

*Knock*

No sooner had he knocked the door than it opened. Isabella was wearing her first-year uniform, as if she were ready to go out.

"Targets found; let's go meet our 'potential' customer, shall we?" He proposed.

"As you wish, young master." She stepped out.

******

In a well kept spacious room, a woman, who looked middle aged, was sitting behind a desk- busy with paperwork.

One would hardly believe that this beautiful looking woman was in her fifties. She was wearing a purple embroidered white dress.

*Knock. Knock*

"Come in." She answered, not bothering to look at the door- still busy with her work. Besides, she already knew who it was.

"Two people came in to meet you." A feminine voice entered her ears, a very familiar voice, the voice of her secretary.

"As far as I remember, any appointment was not scheduled at this time." She responded, still reading and signing papers.

"I know, but I couldn't reject their request." The secretary said.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because one of them is the tier 5 Isabella Hunt and the other is the adept potioneer Adrian Darkheart." The secretary replied.

The moving pen stopped. She finally looked at the secretary.

"Why did they come here?" She asked, her eyes forming a frown.

"I don't know, they just said that it's something important." The secretary shrugged.

"Let them in."

The secretary stepped out of the office; and a few moments later, two students stepped in- Isabella Hunt and Adrian Darkheart.

"Greetings, Principal." Both of them bowed.

"Greetings, take a seat." She nodded back.

Isabella sat down opposite the principal but Adrian didn't, even though there was an empty seat.

"Why aren't you sitting?" She looked at Adrian.

"Why would I? I am just a tier 4 talent." He shook his head.

The principal was shocked but she understood what was going on. She laughed.

"I never thought you would still hang on to this matter. I did that just for your-"

"Are you sure you did not intend to use me as a pawn?" He interrupted as he started to circle around the desk.

"What are you saying? I don't understand." She squinted. But deep inside, she was surprised; she was even panicking a bit.

"I don't mind being used…" Adrian was already behind the principal at this moment.

"For a price." He suddenly grabbed her breasts from behind- hard.

"Ahhh…" A moan escaped her lips.

He began to knead them as hard as he could through the dress. But she did not resist; rather, she was enjoying it.

Isabella, who was sitting in front, blushed. He did not tell her of this before during the briefing.

He freed one of his hands and untied her hair before grabbing it. He pulled them hard.

"Aaaaa…" She lightly screamed. But the look of ecstasy on her face increased rather than decreasing.

He stopped, letting go off her breast and hair.

"But your masochistic body is not what I want." He calmly said as he again circled around to where he was before, behind Isabella.

She finally regained her composure.

"What have you done?!" She stood up. She was enraged and embarrassed.

"Aren't you the one who was taking pleasure from a student's hands before?" He smirked.

She was tongue-tied. She should have resisted, but she could not.

"Want me to tell the world of your masochism?"

"YOU?!" She panicked.

"I am just kidding. How could I do that to my mother's 'master'? Besides you are our precious customer." He said.

"Customer?" She squinted, still a bit nervous even though he said that it was a joke.

"Yes, didn't you want to use me to defeat your rival, Vice principal Aston Ragov? I will help, if you pay the price." He replied.

She was surprised that he knew of this; she could only sigh, "What's the price?"

"A sacrifice."

"Sacrifice?" She squinted, not understanding what he meant.

"Your daughter, I want her as my plaything." He replied casually.

"YOU!" She was so incensed that she started to prepare a spell subconsciously. Her daughter was the most precious thing in her life, even more so than her own life.

"Calm down. You know that not only you, your entire family will be wiped out if you release that spell." He was carefree, even in front of that overwhelming spell.

His words somewhat brought her back to senses.

"Impossible, I would never do that." She said.

"You don't have to reject so quick. By being of use, I did not mean that I will stay as the passive trump card you wanted me to be; I meant that I will do all the hard work. So, I will just give you a demonstration in two days- of what I am capable of.

"You can make your decision after that. How about this?" He asked.

She was silent for a few second before finally opening her mouth.

"We will see."

Adrian and Isabella left, leaving the principal alone in the office.

"Hmph! you are just students; I will see what you can do." She snorted before sitting down. She was not in the mood for work anymore as she brought out a bottle of wine and a glass.

******

Both of them were returning to the Fredrick House.

Once they were in front of the house, they spotted Mia waiting outside the door.

Mia sensed them and ran towards them.

"Greetings, young master. No wonder no one answered the door, both of you were out." She bowed.

She continued, "The princess-"

"Wants to meet, right?" Adrian smiled.

"As always, you know everything." She flattered.

"Tell her that I will, soon enough." He replied casually.

"Besides, do you need me to…" She closed up on him and arched her plump breasts out, gesturing something.

Isabella, who was spectating, snorted inside.

She was a simple girl from a village. She never cared about her average looks. But once she got into the Academy, she started to grow envy; she was jealous of the girls with beautiful face and bodies- especially Mia.

Mia visited the Fredrick House at least once per week for the last three months and would steal her young master for the night. Isabella could hear everything they did in his room while she had to sleep in another one. She could barely sleep those nights as frustration and envy devoured her mind.

Now that Mia was again seducing her young master, that too in broad daylight- how could she not be enraged?

"Not today, I am busy. Next week, okay." Adrian rejected her offer.

Mia was a bit disappointed; she could only nod and leave. Isabella, on the other hand, had a bright smile on her face.

Both of them entered and changed their clothes.

"Did you learn your lesson?" He asked.

"Yes. Always ask for sacrifice before doing anything." She replied.

"Good. Go and bring me a cup of tea." He began to walk towards a chair to sit on.

"Sure! But what will you sacrifice?"

Her statement caused him to miss the chair and fall on the floor.