Cent, short for Crescent, recently finds out that she is the daughter of the great demon, Beelzebub, when she got a pair of horns on her eighteenth birthday instead of a pair of skating shoes. She finally got her answer why she never once felt that she belonged, turns out, she is not entirely human. When her estranged dad came knocking to take her away from her wretched foster life, Cent grabs the opportunity to be with her only ‘living’ family. But, he is called the great demon for a reason. After disturbing her life, he drops her like a sack of potatoes in front of the gloomy gates of Transylvania Academy. Turns out, before her great demon dad can accept her, she still needs to prove herself worthy. Does she have what it takes to carry the privilege as an only child of a great demon? Does she have what it takes to be a monster?
The sound of a palm hitting a cheek resounded inside the empty halls of the pristine building. The ensuing festivities outside the prestigious Transylvania Academy were muted by the roar of the thunderclap along with the bolt of lightning that lightened up the dark room wherein two figures loomed against each other – the first one was kneeling before the other party.
It was a common scenario for those who were standing behind the grand doors of the room wherein the two people were confined to 'talk'.
"I told you to win! Is it that hard to do? You are my son! Doing this should be easy yet you lose to someone with unknown origins, you pathetic son of mine!"
A clean-cut silver hair glinted against the zap of light from the single bolt of lightning. With his wide back against the windowpanes, his gray eyes were the only thing that glowed against his darkened silhouette along with his silver hair.