Chapter 15 - Bloodlust

I continued as if nothing special had just occurred. However, I paid a lot more attention to his mannerisms. It was a slight resemblance, but if the man in front of me was a demon, then it could mean a lot of things.

We had been practically sure that we had completely eradicated the demons from the face of this planet. But if some of them had managed to sneak into positions like this one, then…we might still be in a load of trouble. However, I wouldn't be telling anyone just yet; I had to make sure I was right.

"Angry?" I taunted, hearing his ruffled breath from where I stood. He had lost control of his emotions; I was sure of that much.

He didn't even answer as he just stared at me with his demonic eyes.

"Can't speak anymore?"

"ARGH!"

He started making weird sounds with each step he took. Things were starting to get a lot more strange as time passed by—the sounds he was making, the way he walked and swung his dagger. It was more and more resembling a demon.

However, I couldn't be sure just yet. He still had the appearance of a human, and he could also speak the human language perfectly. I couldn't just point at him and shout that he was one. I needed concrete proof, and this fight wouldn't be enough.

Because of his demonic eyes, I had completely forgotten about teaching the others about my footwork, and to be honest, it'll have to be for another time.

I grabbed my dagger tightly and finally made my first attack toward him. I aimed for his right arm, around his wrist. He saw that and managed to move it out of the way. However, the speed at which he reacted was even faster than mine. Well, he is a close-range combat teacher…let's give him the benefit of the doubt.

I continued to attack him, but nothing worked. Sure, I wasn't using my full strength, nonchalantly swinging my dagger around. However, some of those attacks definitely should have hit him. His reflexes were simply too good.

"Alright, we've played long enough."

I needed to put an end to this fight as fast as possible, the existence of Demons shouldn't get out under any circumstances. I needed to make sure to end this fight while showing as little as possible of my strength.

'I could use that…'

I stopped attacking him and took a few steps to distance myself from Derek. I was extremely calm, just staring at him dead in the eyes. "Darla, close your eyes. Alexandra and the rest of you should leave right now."

With a glance, it seemed she listened as she even turned around. Within seconds everyone had left the room, apart from Darla who had her eyes completely shut.

'Perfect, now it's just me and you.'

A thick red aura started being emitted from my body, an aura that anyone should be able to recognize with a simple glance. It was the power Vampires could use—bloodlust.

That was the reason I had refused Darla to look; I didn't want her to know that I could use the powers from vampires. In fact, bloodlust wasn't the only power I could use, but that would be for another time.

I felt the blood within myself pumping as I activated bloodlust. My body's abilities tripled in seconds, and that was only the tip of the iceberg of what bloodlust could actually do. However, I didn't need any more strength right now.

Derek was the one who was the most surprised. He also started walking backward. He was the one trying to distance himself, realizing that he couldn't win if I were to use both mana and bloodlust. And the funny thing was that this form of mine was probably around 15% of my total power.

"Y-You…how?"

"Don't say anything else."

I didn't want Darla to hear about it. Also, there had been a change of plans. I had planned on torturing Derek. However, the appearance of those eyes had changed some things. I needed to observe him a little longer, and torturing him to the point where he wouldn't be able to walk wasn't a great plan. I needed him to hate me just enough, so that he would try to do something against me again, and when that happened…I'd make sure to figure out if he really was a demon or not.

Man, who knew that working as an undercover professor would be this entertaining? Hell, I didn't even start teaching, and all this happened.

A smile crept on my face. I had just figured out how to humiliate him—his ego.

"Either I hit you so many times that no one within the Royal Academy will be able to recognize you, or you forfeit right here and shout to everyone here that I'm superior to you."

That sentence I added was extremely important because for demons…strength was everything. Admitting that someone was stronger than them would hit their ego a LOT. It would destroy them.

He gritted his teeth. Hesitation. I could see it in his eyes. He was hesitating about what to do.

I decided to help him a little as I dashed right beside him and hit him right in the stomach. I put just enough strength for him to drop on the ground, completely out of breath, blood trickling out of his mouth.

"I…" His voice was weak; he was tired. "I forfeit. You won."

I laughed. "Continue."

"Y-You're…" He didn't want to say it. Seconds passed by, and nothing was coming out of his mouth.

"Say it," I ordered.

I wasn't playing around. I wanted him to regret his actions.

"You're stronger than me."

Right, I forgot about one thing.

"Now, apologize for what you said earlier. What was it you called us? Barbaric morons?" I smiled at him while approaching. "Well, that's what a barbaric moron can do, so you better be careful."

"I-I apologize. Please…" Tears started to form at the corner of his eyes. "Please let me go."

I smirked. 'Perfect, with that, you should hate me just enough.'