The Divine Demon - Book 3: Your Hero

4. Moving Day (Part 2)

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After the blinding white light of Riarshi's ID card faded from his vision, the teen found himself standing in the middle of the A Wing hallway. Just to his front stood dorm room number 001. It was just his luck the POH had assigned him the dorm room on the furthest end of the hall.

In truth, it didn't matter. His blue card could transport him from the HQ atrium to the front of his dorm door in less than a fraction of a second. He had no stairs to climb, nor was he forced to walk very far with a heavy box held in his arms.

Riarshi shook his head, and the remaining blurriness faded. Shifting the box over to his left arm and supporting it with his chest, he reached his right hand out and opened his dorm door for the first time.

His eyes then met an image of luxury.

This one room was nearly the size of his entire old apartment. Its pure-white painted walls reflected the afternoon sunlight glistening through the large panelled window in the back of the room. The red carpet beneath his feet was exceedingly lush, and he couldn't find a single rip throughout its stylistic design. The air smelled like clean linen, a big difference from the musty scent his nose often detected outside of his apartment.

Riarshi turned his gaze. He even had his own personal bathroom set to the left. The discovery was in good timing, because he needed to go bad. 

Riarshi placed the box down at the edge of the side wall, right next to ones his other helpers dropped off before returning to their dorms to finish their own unpacking. He had given them the key in order to drop them off. 

He then walked into the bathroom to complete his mission. After doing so, he washed his hands and took every sight in with a wandering gaze. 

Shining marble countertops housed a smoothed stone sink with a waterfall faucet. At the far corner of the bathroom was a glass-panelled walk-in shower. Riarshi didn't need to shower just yet, since he usually took his at night, but soaking in the fine work of art placed before his eyes made him want to jump under steaming-hot water to reflect on his foreign surroundings.

And he did just that.

Riarshi stripped down, grabbed a towel from the dark oak cabinet near the door, and jumped into the gorgeous shower calling his name. The warm water hit his skin, and steam fogged the glass panels surrounding his naked figure. 

He chuckled - he couldn't remember the last time he had hot water during a shower. This beautiful dorm room, this pristine bathroom, the enormous and grand HQ, this was his home now.

The water grew hotter as time passed, falling down along his arms, legs, and back, turning his skin slightly red. It felt amazing... it felt unreal... and for some reason, it just didn't feel right.

Because of uncontrollable circumstances and magically placed barriers, Riarshi had grown up with less than optimal levels of magic. Strength was all that mattered in this world, and for the longest time, he had lacked just that.

This amount of wealth and luxury was typically reserved for individuals with stronger magic - for the higher class who populated the city. In truth, he didn't belong here. He was only a mere commoner, and worst off - a demon.

He was a total accumulation of what this country and its citizens hated: a low-life commoner, and a monster who fed on other's despair.

Hiding his true self had so far been a success, though not without a few mishaps. Everyone he knew believed he had discovered a source of hidden strength when he defeated the demon at the Tryout. In reality, he simply utilized the strength secretly hidden within - a demonic magic whose usage still terrified him.