The Villain Can't Lose

I had a feeling that this book was placed for me to see easily, but I couldn't understand why it was there exactly.

So I sat next to my desk, my eyes scanning the pages of the thick book laid out before me. The cover was worn and faded, the title barely legible, but the contents inside were what interested me. The book delved into the world of demons, their habits and behaviors when they were outside of human hosts. I looked at the book, the small letters seemed to blur and dance on the page. I strained to focus, but the effort made my eyes ache. The tiny print seemed to taunt me, daring me to try to decipher its meaning. Despite the discomfort, I persisted, determined to make sense of the words.

As I read on, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The descriptions of the demons were chilling, their abilities seemingly unlimited. They could possess humans, control their thoughts and actions, and even manipulate the physical world around them.

I shuddered as I read about the various types of demons, each with their own unique abilities and weaknesses. Some could fly, others could shape-shift, and still others could summon powerful dark magic.

But the more I read, the more fascinated I became. Despite their terrifying nature, I couldn't help but be drawn in by the intricacies of their behavior. I read on, eager to learn more about these mysterious creatures and the world they inhabited.

As I turned the pages, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to come face to face with a demon. Would I be able to survive their onslaught? Or would I fall victim to their dark powers, becoming just another host for their malevolent spirits?

But as I continued to read, the pain in my eyes grew more and more intense. Eventually, I had to set the book down and close my eyes, hoping to give them some relief.

ραпdα nᴏνa| сom I let a long a sigh out, my mind buzzing with questions and possibilities. I knew I had much more to learn about demons and their behavior, but for now, I was content with the knowledge I had gained, "but there was nothing written about the black magic bowl…"

I leaned back in my chair, lost in thought as I considered what I had just read. It was clear that demons were not to be taken lightly, and that their power and influence extended far beyond what most humans could comprehend.

But as terrifying as they were, there was a certain allure to the darkness that surrounded them. I couldn't help but feel drawn to the idea of exploring the world of demons, of uncovering their secrets and learning about their true nature, I also needed to know about the black magic more.

With a sense of determination, I reopened the book and began to read once more. This time, I read with a newfound sense of purpose, eager to delve deeper into the world of demons and all that it entailed.

As the hours passed by, I became lost in the pages of the book, my mind consumed by the secrets it held. I read on, my curiosity growing with each passing moment, until the sun began to set and the room was cast in shadows.

Reluctantly, I closed the book once more, my mind buzzing with the information I had absorbed. Though I knew it would be a long and difficult journey, I was determined to learn all that I could about demons and their behavior. And with that thought in mind, I realised that the information I was looking for was still not there… I needed answers, I needed to know more about the bowl and how could I control it?

*knock*

I was sitting at my desk, lost in thought, when I heard a gentle knock on the door. It was so soft that at first, I wasn't even sure if I had heard it correctly. But then it came again, just as gentle as before.

I stood up from my desk and walked slowly towards the door, my mind racing with curiosity. Who could be knocking so softly? And why?

As I reached the door, I paused for a moment, listening intently for any sound on the other side.

With a sense of trepidation, I slowly reached out my hand and turned the doorknob. The door creaked open, revealing an empty hallway bathed in soft light.

"Master Rowen?" Nari appeared from behind the door, and as I looked down I saw her face, and it was like the world around us faded away. Her beauty was breathtaking, and I couldn't help but stare in awe.

Her eyes were like pools of liquid gold, sparkling with intelligence and depth. They seemed to hold a thousand secrets, and I was instantly drawn in by their mesmerizing gaze.

Her skin was smooth and flawless, like porcelain, and it glowed with a warm, natural radiance. Her cheekbones were high and defined, giving her face an elegant, regal look.

And her lips...oh, her lips were like a work of art. They were full and perfectly shaped, with a natural pink hue that made them look impossibly soft and inviting.

But it wasn't just her physical beauty that captivated me. There was something about her spirit, her energy, that was equally as alluring. She had a quiet strength and confidence that made her even more beautiful in my eyes.

As I looked at her, I felt a sense of wonder and gratitude wash over me. To be in the presence of such beauty, both inside and out, was truly a gift. And I knew that I would never forget the sight of Nari's face, so beautiful and enchanting, "why are you here so late?" I raised an eyebrow.

I was surprised when Nari showed nearly at midnight.

I had been so focused on my own thoughts that I had forgotten we had made plans to train together. When I asked her what she was doing there, her reply caught me off guard.

"I came here to help you train, remember?"

Her words jogged my memory, and I felt a sense of gratitude wash over me. I had been struggling with myself lately, and Nari's presence and support were just what I needed to get back on track, "then shall we start?"