Y/N is an orphan who first lived in Glory Bell but had to Transfer to Grace Field. Life there was a dream in which everyone belonged in one big family.
But for Y/N that dream hasn't existed for years. They are smart and need to adapt to these circu...
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a/n: I found these two as humans and I- jfukewB ok; ok enough from me.
Y/N pov
Standing before us, the imposing figure of a demon, adorned with a hat and accompanied by a monkey-like creature perched on his shoulder, awaited our arrival. Isabella gracefully bowed in a gesture of respect, while I remained still, my emotions tightly restrained.
What did you expect? That I would greet my potential murderer with open arms?
No chance.
"Grand Duke," Isabella addressed him, her voice carrying a mixture of deference and authority, "as we discussed earlier, this is the child."
The demon, known as Leuvis, regarded me with a skeptical gaze, his deep, menacing voice resonating from within his towering frame. Another demon emerged from the shadows, his long hair cascading around him, adding an aura of darkness to his presence. I had sensed his arrival before he even revealed himself. Isabella bowed once again, this time directed towards the demon with the flowing mane.
"Is this supposed to be your child prodigy, Isabella?" he queried, his tone dripping with skepticism.
Meanwhile, the tall demon with the monkey companion, seemingly unperturbed by the exchange between Isabella and the other demon, focused his attention on me. His voice rumbled with a mixture of amusement and curiosity as he leaned down to my eye level.
"Tell me, little human," he began, a sly grin forming on his face, "you are the child left behind by your siblings, but you possess valuable information, don't you?"
Feigning innocence, I responded evenly, "I'm afraid I don't know what information you're referring to."
A low chuckle escaped him as he leaned closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "There's no need to play dumb, my dear. Especially not when you're talking to me as if it's the most normal thing in the world."
My heart sank as his words sank in, confirming my worst fears: He knows. "And what happens now?" I managed to ask, my voice betraying a tinge of desperation.
Leuvis seemed to relish the conversation, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he responded, "I had quite the enjoyable time hunting down your siblings."
"What?" I gasped, the weight of the revelation crashing down on me.
"They put up a remarkable fight, employing their cunning and resourcefulness. In the end, however, they met their demise. They proved to be formidable opponents, which led me to believe that they had entrusted someone with their valuable knowledge. And since they provided such exhilarating entertainment, I felt compelled to complete my collection."
If I thought my life couldn't get any worse, faced with the imminent specter of death, I was sorely mistaken. Now I knew that my siblings had met their tragic fate, and their killer, the very one who now stood before me, held my life in his hands.
"But fear not, my dear. You won't meet your demise so easily. I grow bored when my adversaries fail to put up a fight. I want the thrill of danger, the adrenaline coursing through our veins as we engage in a deadly hunt. I hope you won't disappoint me. And by the way, I am Leuvis. Grand Duke Leuvis," he declared with a touch of grandeur.
Isabella, prompted by Leuvis' words, tugged me closer to him, her voice a whispered threat, "Enjoy your fleeting existence." She released her grip, her hands tenderly cupping my face. "Farewell, my little one," she murmured, offering a final bow before stepping away from me.
"The hunt might prove to be quite entertaining," the demon with the flowing mane admitted, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Don't even think about it, Bayon. They are my prey unless they fail to live up to my expectations," Leuvis warned, his tone laced with a steely edge.
Bayon chuckled, responding, "Oh, I'm just teasing. I won't steal your prize, as long as you're swift enough to claim it."
The demon standing before me remained ominously quiet, his expression devoid of amusement.
"Keep your emotions in check and ensure your claws stay sheathed for now," the larger of the two demons cautioned, a hint of warning in his voice.
"Alright, calm down. I will inform the others to refrain from touching the child. We wouldn't want them to prematurely discover the identification number, now would we?" Bayon responded his hand briefly grazing his own neck to draw attention to the mark representing my identification number from Grace Field.
The mention of the identification numbers sparked a realization within me. I had not only the mark from Grace Field on my neck but also the one from Glory Bell on my stomach. And if Bayon's words were any indication, there were others involved in this hunt. Several children, just like me, are being pursued by these demons.
The thought was sickening. The farms were already horrific, where we were treated as mere commodities destined for consumption. But these children, they were forced to run for their lives, knowing their chances of survival were slim. It was a repulsive reality, and now I found myself a part of it.
"Before we proceed, I have one question," the tall demon began.
"Yes?" I replied, my voice tinged with defiance.
"Why did you not attempt to escape before?" he inquired.
"Because I had already anticipated the fate of my siblings. And besides, I couldn't devise a foolproof plan for my escape," I responded icily, concealing the truth behind my words.
"Are you certain?" the demon pressed, fully aware of my falsehood. A smirk crept across my face, and I chose not to respond any further.
Remaining composed, the demon continued, "Very well, then. Shall we proceed, Bayon?"
"Take them along, and we shall depart," Bayon replied.
Without warning, one of them grasped my shirt from behind, hoisting me up to their full height. The sensation was dizzying, an ordeal not suited for those with a fear of heights.
They promptly placed me inside some sort of bag, sealing it shut without a second thought. It was a callous act, one that could have easily led to a broken neck. They would have been forced to find another target if that had been the case.
"Goodbye, gentlemen," Isabella's voice echoed once more.
They made no effort to respond, simply leaving her behind. I couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of disdain and appreciation toward these two demons.
They were merciless killers of children, and yet, in this twisted world, they seemed almost bearable compared to the horrors they represented.
