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?
CRESCENT'S GLOWING green eyes looked blankly at the railings where Merlin vanished into thin air. He rode a corpse of a griffin to visit her in the dead of the night. And when she was sure that Merlin finally left the premise of the Forest of Lamentation, she turned her eyes to the shadow that loomed over her balcony ever since Merlin arrived.
No, even before Merlin arrived.
"Pardon my presence during the oath-taking ceremony of that ambivalent necromancer." A shiny pair of black shoes appeared first from the cluster of shadows which blanketed the corners of her balcony – the part where the moonlight could not hit.
A pair of amused azure eyes welcomed Cent as the latter leaned on the railings, her elbows supporting her while her hair was being swayed by the wind.
"Have you enjoyed the show? How is it? Was it like watching yourself, hmm, Levi?" Cent beamed at him as if she was not blatantly insulting him.