In The Academy As Sukuna

Ch 73 - Two Devastated Lives

Goddamn this chapter is dark, I had to take breaks while writing it.

Read at your own risk... I guess.

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"Despair leads to hate; hate leads to demise."

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(The Demon Realm, Main Base of the Revolt, Northern Forests...)

The forest was illuminated in moonlight which fell onto the hundreds of camps and tents of the revolters scattered around the forest for miles, hidden in the shadows and blending in with the vegetation.

Right in the middle of the forest, under the cover of an artificially-made canopy, a huge campfire was lit, around which were sitting many of the leaders of the upcoming revolt, discussing their plans while having dinner.

"That's where they're kept prisoner!" The discussion continued.

The members of the group, which was now called the Fall of Satan, sat behind the leaders, around the campfire.

Very rightly named, its main aim was to kill the ruler of demons, the 'Lucifer' of this world, and end his painful empire.

The strength of the Fall, at this time, was not enough to achieve its objective. However, every day, many joined their cause.

Some whose family was abducted into slavery, some who were kicked out from their hometown because of the gates, some whose wives and daughters were taken by nobles and princes to be made into mindless toys.

The growing hate of the citizens of the demon realm fueled the fire of mutiny, which had finally become strong enough to start engulfing the world in its fury.

Every single demon there was hurt, their minds filled with only thoughts of revenge.

Except for one.

There was an unexplainable existence in the midst of these people, a person which had caught the interest of every single demon there.

The moment they found out that he was human, his life flashed before his eyes. But, they were extremely accepting, they understood him, they treated him like their own.

Johan Wolff.

He had gone through a multitude of emotions in the past few weeks. The beings that he had vowed to kill treated him better than most of his own kin would, and this fact played with him so much that he didn't know what to do... which goal to pursue.

Sometimes, he would sit on top of trees for hours, staring out into the sky lifelessly, the faces of his friends—Anny, Alexia, and Ryogaku—popping up in his mind from time to time.

"Anny..."

Sometimes, he would talk to the clouds as if they were his friends, his stomach churning at the thought of what he did to Alexia.

"...what have I been fighting for?"

His words would go unheard. Every day he asked questions, only to be met with silence.

Unbeknownst to him, a certain person would be watching him through the trees, staring at him for hours just like he did at the sky.

Casca.

Her dark skin would glisten in the sunlight, her piercing black eyes softening every time they met the figure of Johan.

It was as if she forgets all the pain she had gone through when she sees him.