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?
A dark cluster of clouds covered the glistening sun. The temperature dropped around the eerily silent swamp. Two beings remained floating midair as the flutters of the slaughter butterflies were the only sound that could be heard in the dampened area.
"At least we got the flag, right?" Damon turned to Crescent, who was still staring at the exact spot where Angelo was once floating. Now, not even a hair was left of him.
Crescent did not bother to look at him which erased the smile plastered on his face. "You are scared to be investigated," Damon concluded. He floated to face her. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second when he saw her tear-stricken face. Damon's curiosity-laden feelings urged him to move his right hand. As if in a trance, he reached out for her wet cheeks, a pair of glaring emerald gems stopped him from doing so. "You don't have to make sure that I won't run. I will go with those benevolent knights anyway."