*** Cael’s POV - Dorm Room
"Why do I feel like someone’s talking about me?"
I snickered, the chaos energy surrounding me slightly fluctuating once it noticed any disturbance or threat.
And that included anyone who spoke ill of me.
An inherent ability that stemmed from Beelzebub’s power, it wasn’t something that normal demons had access to.
"It’s probably nothing, other than being a bit eccentric. I haven’t done anything too noteworthy for powerful opponents to notice me."
I sat on my desk chair, reading Evelina’s journal on how to achieve a breakthrough.
It was very detailed, even laying out specific steps depending on a person’s attunement, personality, and level.
And in the novel, it was a journal she handed out to almost all of her pawns, especially those who wished to serve her to gain more power.
"This seems simple." I read out the process for reaching level three.
I just needed to do a simple ritual that combined various dark magics.
*** Hours Pass
With how detailed the guides were for each level, it wasn’t surprising that I was now at the peak of beginner level.
I could even say the entire process was boring, given how easy it was.
But I definitely couldn’t say the same thing about its benefits.
If I were already casting dark magic as easily as breathing, then right now, it felt like I could just easily exist, and I could wield it.
My magic was now nearly unrivaled at this point in the novel, as long as another change doesn’t happen again.
"I wonder how I could make Evelina like me more..."
I sat on the edge of my bed.
While I was satisfied with our current relationship, I didn’t just get transported into this world to stay as a pawn like the original owner of this body...
If I were to make the most of this opportunity, I’d need to be more.
To matter to her more than just a pawn.
[Photographic Memory]
But she was never really attracted to anyone in the novel; even reading between the lines, she never expressed any interest.
I pulled at my hair.
Recent closeness with her has made me more restless than I initially thought.
Even just being distant from her for a few hours was nearly unbearable.
I stood up in a fit of mania, taking off my shirt and looking at myself in the mirror.
My body was more than satisfactory, the demonic energy flowing throughout me keeping it consistently perfect and functional.
But...
Would that work on her?
I bit my nails in thought.
I didn’t even realize the effect my current emotions had on my powers, the air around me subtly causing light objects to tremble.
CHIP!
My nail gave out, my teeth fully biting through it as I achieved a small revelation.
I was an assassin; in addition to killing and manipulation, I also had to court some targets in the past.
Maybe...
I laughed.
I was definitely losing it.
I was fully aware of it.
But the direction in which the insanity was headed? I fully accepted it.
*** Evelina’s Room
The sounds of the manic movements from my room could even be heard through the thick walls that separated our rooms.
Catching Evelina off guard and disrupting some of her preparations as she read out a spellbook.
"The hell is going on?"
She said, the choker on her neck responding to her question eagerly.
’This might have been my fault...’
The succubi laughed, her energy coiling around Evelina’s neck.
"Explain."
Evelina tapped on the choker, allowing the succubi to manifest as it sat on the desk with its legs crossed.
"He seems to have absorbed too much of my energy back to when he was helping you get accustomed to me..."
The succubi grinned, chuckling.
"Don’t tell me..." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "He’s basically in heat?"
Evelina couldn’t help but cringe at her choice of words, but with how her demonic pawn was describing things, there was no other way she could have explained it better.
The succubus shrugged at Evelina’s answer; it was confirmation enough as it returned to the choker.
Evelina looked back at the wall that separated our two rooms. It’s not like I wasn’t her first obsessive admirer.
But I certainly was the strongest.
"This is perfectly fine..."
She said to herself, but she knew full well this was not.
"Guess this is what I get for teasing a literal yandere."
Her thoughts wandered into stories and novels she used to read as a child when she was still young, remembering characters that resembled me exactly.