The Villain Professor's Second Chance

The demonic city loomed before us, its jagged, obsidian towers stretching high into the dark sky. The structures were massive, almost oppressive, and they seemed to pulse with a strange, foreboding energy. Each building was etched with runes, some glowing faintly, others dormant, but all of them radiating a sense of raw power.

I kept my eyes sharp, scanning the city as we walked, every fiber of my being on high alert.

The air was thick with magic, almost suffocating, and I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Demons of all shapes and sizes roamed the streets—some hulking beasts with horns and claws, others more humanoid, with eyes that gleamed with malice. They moved about their business, trading strange items in market stalls, haggling in a language foreign to my ears.

Despite the activity, there was an underlying tension that made my skin crawl.

Lyan led the way, his presence casting an invisible shield around us. The demons kept their distance, none daring to approach too closely. Their eyes, though filled with disdain, always shifted away the moment Lyan's gaze swept over them. It wasn't until I caught a glimpse of my own reflection in a passing window that I understood why.

We were disguised. Lyan had cast a subtle illusion over us, masking our human appearances with the forms of an incubus and two succubi. My reflection stared back at me—black, leathery wings, smooth horns curling from my head, and eyes that glowed a faint red. The same went for Aurelia and Anastasia, though their appearances had taken on a more seductive, demonic form. I clenched my jaw.

It was an efficient disguise, but the fact that I had to wear this form—this disgusting form—set my teeth on edge.

The scorn in the demons' eyes didn't escape me. They looked at us—the incubus and the succubi—with condescension. Whispers echoed through the crowded streets, sneering comments barely veiled. I could hear the disdain in their voices, the barely-contained laughter. The incubus and succubus races were low in the demonic hierarchy, seen as nothing more than tools of lust and manipulation.

One demon, a brutish figure with horns the size of my arms, dared to laugh openly as we passed. The sound grated on my nerves, and without thinking, I turned and fixed him with a glare. He was mid-laugh when his eyes met mine. Instantly, the amusement died on his lips. His grin faltered, and he stumbled backward, his massive frame nearly tripping over itself in panic. The idiot.

Aurelia noticed, of course. She laughed—a loud, mocking sound that cut through the tense air. "Calm down a little, Dravis," she said, her voice teasing. "You're scaring them shitless."

"I can't," I replied, the words slipping out before I could think better of it. My voice was cold, clipped.

Aurelia's smile faded, replaced with a slight widening of her eyes as she looked at me more closely. Her gaze drifted to my neck, and I realized too late that my control was slipping. I could feel the tension in my muscles, my veins standing out like cords under my skin. My anger was boiling just beneath the surface, barely contained.

Every demon we passed, every mocking stare, every whisper grated against my composure like nails on a chalkboard.

She didn't say anything, but I saw the understanding flicker in her eyes. Aurelia, as fiery and reckless as she could be, wasn't blind to the truth. She saw what I was hiding, even if she didn't fully grasp the depth of it.

Lyan, who had been silent for most of the walk, finally spoke up, his voice low and steady. "Calm down," he said, his eyes fixed ahead. "You're not the only one who hates them."

I shot him a glance, and for the first time, I noticed it—the tension in his posture, the faint pulsing of the veins on his neck. His hatred, while quieter than mine, ran just as deep. We were different in many ways, but in this, we were the same. We both loathed demons. Every last one of them.

I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to rein in the anger. I couldn't lose control, not here. Not in the heart of their domain.

We walked in silence for a while after that, the city's oppressive atmosphere pressing in on all sides. The streets twisted and turned in ways that made little sense, like a labyrinth designed to confuse and disorient. I kept my mind sharp, memorizing landmarks as we passed, just in case we needed to make a quick escape.

Finally, Lyan broke the silence, his voice cutting through the thick air. "This is a city of peace," he said, his tone matter-of-fact, though I could hear the underlying distaste. "One of the few places in the demon realm where violence is strictly forbidden."

I raised an eyebrow but didn't speak. A city of demons, forbidden from violence? The very idea was absurd. Demons were creatures of war, chaos, and destruction. How could such a place exist?

Lyan continued, his eyes scanning the streets as we walked. "Demons are naturally inclined toward war. It's in our blood. But even we understand the need for self-preservation. The leaders of the different tribes and races agreed to a peace pact in this city. No fighting, no open conflict.

Anyone who violates the law faces… consequences."

"Consequences," Aurelia echoed, her voice thick with skepticism. "I'm sure they're just terrified of those."

Lyan smirked but didn't respond immediately. "It's not about fear. It's about control. The city benefits everyone. A place where demons can gather without having to look over their shoulders for the next knife in the back? Even chaos has its limits.

The city provides a neutral ground."

Aurelia snorted, crossing her arms over her chest. "Demons, self-preservation? That's rich."

I remained silent, though I found myself grudgingly agreeing with her. The idea that these creatures, who thrived on conflict, would willingly hold themselves back in the name of peace seemed laughable. And yet, here we were, walking through the heart of their so-called neutral ground. The city hummed with life, demons of all kinds moving about their business without so much as a hint of aggression.

It was strange, unsettling.

"Bastards always have something up their sleeves," Aurelia muttered under her breath, though loud enough for me to hear.

We continued deeper into the city, winding through narrow alleys and bustling streets until Lyan finally stopped in front of a large building. It was made of the same dark, jagged stone as the rest of the city, but the sign hanging above the door indicated it was an inn.

"We'll rest here," Lyan said, pushing open the door without waiting for a response.

Inside, the inn was surprisingly warm and well-lit. Demons of various kinds sat at tables, eating and drinking. The innkeeper, a hulking figure with tusks and glowing red eyes, gave us a once-over but said nothing as Lyan led us to a table in the corner. The moment we sat, a serving demon appeared, placing a tray of food and drink in front of us without a word.

The smell of the food was foreign, but I could tell it was rich with spices.

Aurelia immediately grabbed a piece of what looked like roasted meat and tore into it with enthusiasm. "Not bad," she said through a mouthful, her usual irreverence shining through. "I've had worse."

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Anastasia, ever the picture of decorum, picked at her food cautiously, eyeing the strange dishes with a mix of curiosity and caution. Lyan, on the other hand, ate in silence, his eyes scanning the room, never fully relaxing. I didn't touch the food. My appetite was nonexistent in this place.

I leaned back in my chair, my eyes narrowing as I studied the other patrons. They were demons, yes, but there was something off about them. Their movements were too calculated, their conversations too subdued. The tension I had felt in the streets was still there, lurking just beneath the surface.

"This place isn't what it seems," I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Lyan's eyes flicked toward me, a hint of acknowledgment in his gaze. "Nothing ever is in the demon realm."

Aurelia looked between the two of us, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Are you two always this cheery, or is it just this place?" she asked, her tone sarcastic but light. She leaned back, stretching her arms over her head before looking at me directly. "Come on, Dravis. Have a drink or something. You're making the air all tense."

I didn't respond. My mind was already working, piecing together the implications of Lyan's words, the undercurrent of unease I could feel around us. This city might have been a place of peace, but something told me that peace was as fragile as the air we breathed.

The demon world was never simple, never straightforward. Something was coming, something bigger than us. And whether it was Tiamat, the dragon god, or something else entirely, I knew one thing for certain.

The real fight was just beginning.