Villain of my own novel

Outside the academy.

A horned demonic figure with white hair, black sclera, and bright white irises was seen walking in the middle of a massive crowd that was seen rushing in and out of the academy.

BUMP

SPLATTER-!

BUMP

SPLATTER-!!

"Just how many more do I have to kill before they understand not to bump into me?" Tchort mumbled under his breath in annoyance.

BUMP

SPLATTER-!

As soon as anybody bumped into him, they were crushed to death by his overwhelming magic power. Even though he was already bathed in blood, none even noticed it as they stomped their way, even though the crushed bodies remained on the floor.

'This is exactly why I love humans. They care about nothing else but themselves when they are in a situation where their lives are on the line.' Tchort thought inwardly.

"Not that we, the demons, are any different; if I have to point out a difference, then it's just that we don't care about the other's life or death at all." Tchort mumbled, humming to himself in agreement.

BUMP

SPLATTER-!

"I heard that the humans from Earth have gotten weaker; I wonder how it would feel to kill "him" now." Tchort mumbled, humming a melodious tune that ran through his mind, remembering the white-haired, handsome man who had scared Tchort, the demon king, just with a gaze of his.

"How very nice it would be to look at his despair-filled face before I kill him."

"Hmm? Who's that?" Tchort mumbled, gazing back at a distance where he felt a strong mana fluctuation.

'Somebody is running away. Smart human, no, a demon?' Tchort thought and sniffed the air to get a whiff of the being who was running away.

"A contractor? Which demon dared to leave the demon realm without my consent?" Tchort mumbled with a frown.

[Zephyr] Tchort called out telepathically.

"At your command, your majesty." Abruptly, a suited demon with black hair, black sclera, and blood-red irises appeared in front of Tchort, kneeling.

"Look into the demon that's roaming free here in this world without my consent." Tchort commanded.

"By your order." With that, Zephyr disappeared from the spot where he knelt.

"....." Tchort gazed at the spot where Zephyr knelt with a keen gaze, pondering.

Zephyr, a demon, appeared in front of Tchort out of nowhere and began to serve Tchort even though he wasn't really given the authority to be able to do so. Tchort couldn't even tell how strong Zephyr was, and that was something that was supposed to be impossible. There were only two cases for something like that to happen: either Zephyr wasn't strong enough to be recognised by the demon realm or he was too strong, stronger than the demon king, who was the second order of the demon realm.

The former definitely wasn't the case with Zephyr, because Tchort had observed him as Zephyr served him behind the scenes, and he was left to believe in the latter case, which makes Zephyr an extremely dangerous existence.

Tchort's crown was at constant threat with Zephyr next to him; if the demon realm, which had its own set of rules and orders, acknowledged Zephyr's strength, then Tchort's enjoyment would cease to exist as he would be thrown back to the spot where he would have to make contracts and accumulate souls to raise up in ranks.

'Who the hell is that basta*d?' Tchort thought inwardly. On the day Zephyr had appeared in front of Tchort, he had said that he'd stop serving him if he found his childhood friend; hopefully nothing had happened yet due to Zephyr not finding his childhood friend. Tchort had even hoped that whoever Zephyr's childhood friend was, he'd die so that Zephyr would keep serving him.

"Well, ignoring the troubling things, let's go look at something fun." Tchort mumbled and made his way into her academy, continuing his killing spree.

*

In the academy.

Charlie, who was gazing at everything that happened in front of him, finally snapped back into reality when he saw six purple-coloured gates materialise mid-air, horizontally.

And it wasn't long before Minotaurs, Basilisks, Cyclops', and Trolls fell out of the gate and stood in daze for a few seconds before the mana in the atmosphere increased by at least threefold. Being influenced by such a strong raw magic power, their eyes glimmered bright red before all the monsters spawned went into a berserk state.

GRAAAWWWOOOOO-!!!

With a loud war cry from the berserk monsters, an unexpected mini-war broke out in the academy. As the monsters ran rampant.

'Minotaur: A strong, brute monster. Skill: Strengthening. Basilisk: A snake-type monster, a serpent king with a fatal acid breath attack. Skill: Petrification. Cyclops: brute-type monster Skill: Heightened Hearing. Troll: brute-type monster. Skill: Regeneration.' A series of pieces of information rushed into Charlie's mind as the glimmer in his eyes died down for a split second.

Soon enough, his eyes glowed bright red as he zoomed at the monsters, ignoring the cries of those around him. Reynolds, who noticed Charlie's gaze, didn't even think about stopping him; instead, he too joined Charlie with a smile on his face.

"Aren't you a hot-blooded youngin?" Reynolds mumbled, zooming at the monsters next to Charlie.

"Exterm....ters" Charlie mumbled and continued to rush towards the monster without even glancing at Reynolds.

"Is he in a trance?" Reynolds mumbled and shrugged.

"Didn't matter, I guess." He mumbled.

"Ho? Ai, why are you bringing along a kid?" Neal roared, appearing next to Reynolds.

"Does it look like he is?" Said Grace, appearing next to Charlie.

"He's in a trance; let's leave him alone." Reynolds said.

"..... Isn't he weird? How did he get into a trance without even starting to fight?" Neal mumbled, and exactly at that, Charlie's hearing blanked. He kicked off of the debris, took out his sword, and swung it down at the Minotaur that was in his attack range.

CLANG-!

GRAAAWWWOOOOO-!

Blocking Charlie's attack, the Minotaur rushed at him as he jumped back, kicking off the Minotaur's axe. Raising up the massive axe behind its head, held with both hands, it swung down at Charlie, who was still in mid-air.

CLUNK

Luckily, Charlie managed to shift his body and parry the axe that was swung down at him.

BAM-!

"Uckh!" Charlie groaned in pain, hitting his back against the debris on the ground, almost snapping his spine.

"Argh, wha-what's going on?" Charlie mumbled in confusion.

"Whoa!! Aaaaaaa!!!!" And screamed, running back to avoid the axe strike that was swung down on him by the Minotaur.

"Oh, he's back. He gained nothing from his trance. Pity, truly a pity." Mumbled Reynolds, killing the Minotaur with a single slash from his crystallised blood-red sword.

"Huuu...." Facing the current reality, Charlie exhaled sharply.

'What's going on...' Even though he snapped back to reality, his mind was still a mess. He didn't know why, but his first instinct upon watching the monsters fall out of the gate was to slay them, and he just couldn't believe that his first instinct was to kill, even though it was against a monster. That thought or that instinct of his didn't seem to sit right with his character.

PATT-!

'Focus on the monsters first!' Charlie thought, slapping himself to dismiss the unwanted thoughts from his mind.

"Alright, let's go!" He roared and rushed towards the monsters that were being slaughtered at a fast rate.

WHOOOM-!

"Sorry for being late!" A figure said, jumping into the coliseum through the massive hole in the ceiling with a team of five.

"Don't worry about it, for now." Said Neal, and Hannah, a beautiful blonde-haired woman with bright blue eyes, visibly shuddered.

"W-why? What's with that "for now"? Why did it feel so ominous?" She asked, fighting against the basilisk and hunting them down before they could even use their skill, petrification.

"Guys! Focus!" Grace yelled, and the slightly playful atmosphere around the others present, changed.

"Blazing hurricane!" Grace mumbled, and a humongous, ceiling-high, blazing tornado manifested, picking up and roasting many monsters at once.

"Aura sword!" Reynolds roared, and a humongous blood red hue exploded out of him as he clenched his sword, pointing out at the monster horde in front of him, and soon, at least a few hundred blood red-colored swords manifested, floating mid-air, behind Reynolds, who instead of simply launching them at the horde, raised his sword above his head and swung it down vertically.

After a split second of silence, a huge, ever-expanding, blood-red sword slash shot out from his crystallised sword, killing off nearly half of the monster horde in front of him, while the rest of the monsters in front of him were killed by the floating swords.

"Blade aura." Mumbled Neal, floating mid-air. A dark purple magic power covered his sword, complying with Neal's command, and before long, the blade in his hands grew, becoming bigger than Reynolds ever-expanding sword slash, which Neal raised slightly and swung down at the monsters without much effort, killing off any monsters in front of him at once.

"Dance of the Butterfly." With a soft, soothing mumble, Hannah, who stood aside to make way for her partners' skills to hit properly, disappeared and reappeared mid-air with a rapier.

WHOOSH-!

With the sounds of cutting through the wind, Hannah disappeared again and reappeared on the ground while sheathing her rapier. Charlie gazed at her in confusion, but it wasn't long until he felt the fluctuations in the wind that seemed to be gathering at one place.

ZUUUIE-!!!!

And after a split second of stillness, the wind blades shot from mid-air, from the spot Hannah stood, stabbing through the air and the monsters, almost dyeing the entire debris-filled ground in monster blood.

'I don't know who the monsters are anymore...' Charlie thought inwardly.

CLAP-!!!

"That was an amusing show~ Bravo." Said a cheerful voice that resounded throughout the coliseum. Glancing around, Charlie finally looked up and saw a white-haired, handsome man sitting in a shattered corner, gazing at the fight, no, massacre, happening in the coliseum with an amused look on his face. He had a black-dyed sclera with white irises and a pair of horns protruding out from his forehead. All in all, the figure seemed to be a demon that had an extremely ominous aura surrounding him.

"Who are you!?" Grace asked in a roar.

"Ah, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Tchort, the demon king from Earth."