Chapter 6: Chapter 6: Untitled (The author is currently experiencing a black screen of death)

"You're under arrest! Drop your weapons now or face the consequences!"

"You can try if you're looking for a one-way ticket to hell."

George's lips curled up into a menacing grin. His eyes darkened as he spoke.

"Ignite, Kokorowatari."

The air crackled with energy as a sable light erupted from his sword, followed by a maelstrom of black fire that let out an oppressive heat. Brimstone and smoke billowed forth in a cancerous cloud, shrouding the surroundings in a dark and oppressive heat. The power of the sword was so palpable it threatened to swallow them alive.

"Malevolent Sl-"

With the Malevolent Slash's motion, he raised his sword high in the air, ready to unleash a devastating blow. But before he could strike, Baal suddenly took control of his body, forcing his muscles to tense and his sword to clatter to the ground. Instantly, the fierce black flames around them snuffed out like a dying flame.

"What the hell are you doing, Baal?!"

You reckless brat, you're doing us a disservice. If you killed those soldiers, you'd trigger an all-out war! Not only would you have to fight the demons, but you'd also have to fight the humans too.

George's legs pounded the pavement with superhuman force as Baal took over his body. He sprinted away from the police, leaping over several officers and jumping around vehicles with lightning speed. His movements were so agile and precise that it was almost as if he had disappeared and reappeared from a distance away, evading each obstacle that the officers threw in his path with effortless grace.

The JSDF soldiers and police spun around, but all that remained was a lingering shadow. It was as if the person they were supposed to apprehend had become one with the shadows, evading capture by vanishing into nothingness. Nothing but a faint trace remained, taunting them with their failure.

The police officers were stunned into silence, gaping at the empty space where George and Baal once stood. In a split second, they were gone, and the air felt charged with an inexplicable energy. Frantic eyes darted around the area, searching for answers to the strange disappearance. Suddenly, one of them broke the tense silence with a cry of disbelief: "What just happened?"

"SEND A TEAM AFTER THEM! WE CAN'T LET THEM ESCAPE!"

The police swarmed the streets, eyes blazing with determination, but it was an impossible task. George and Baal had vanished into thin air, and there was no trace of them. All that remained was a path of devastation, with broken glass scattered across the pavement like a million tiny stars, mocking the police's inability to catch their prey.

However, their efforts were futile as George and Baal had already arrived at their house.

It's a shame we didn't find a trace of Separ. That bastard's dangerous. We need to capture him immediately.

"This Separ demon... what's his ability?"

Sickness and Seawater Wave Manipulation. He can cause instantaneous necrosis on his enemies, causing your body to rot and have maggots breed in them.

"Gross..."

That's not the dangerous part. That guy could control tides causing a tidal wave that could swallow an island country. And as you can see, we're an island country, surrounded by sea. Fuck, if I capture that bastard, I'll make sure to smash his goldfish brain into the goddamn pavement.

"Should we scout the city in the morning as well?"

Don't bother. We've got time. Besides, you have something to do in the morning. I enrolled you at the nearby university, and your class is at 10 today."

"You didn't have to do that... I don't want to go to school. No, to begin with, how did you get money to pay for the enrollment?"

We have enough money to live a lavish lifestyle. We could even buy a penthouse apartment right now if you want to. At the very least, it's a lot better than this abandoned house. Plus, there's water, light, and internet already installed. All we have to do is enjoy living inside.

"Don't. It's a waste of money."

George stretched his hands before standing up and looking towards the window.

"We should go. The department stores should be open by now. I have to buy a small bag, a few school supplies, and a notebook."

Don't worry about that. I've already prepared it.

"Damn. You're awfully prepared... are you really from hell?"

Who said it's my first time here? I've already been here a couple of times, though; this one is my first official visit.

"So you ran away multiple times?"

Anyway, go now. You have to be early so your teacher can introduce you to your new class.

George nodded and opened the door. As he walked out of the abandoned house, he was met with a bright morning sun. He sighed and closed the door behind him.

He then walked along the sidewalk and entered the university campus.

"Uh, can I ask where the faculty room is for senior high school students?" George asked the guard stationed at the gate.

The guard stared at him for a moment before replying. "Are you a new student? It's on the 6th floor of that building," the young guard pointed towards the building in the northeast area.

"Just ride the elevator until you reach the 6th floor. There's a guard stationed there. You can ask him to bring you to the faculty room."

George thanked him and headed towards the building. As soon as he reached the sixth floor, he looked for the guard supposedly stationed there, but he didn't see anyone.

He could see that there was a desk with a journal and a chair in the middle of the hallway, "Did the guard go out for a bathroom break or something? Damn. What should I do?"

He frantically glanced around the sixth floor, desperate for any sign of human life, but it was utterly deserted.

He thought, "Maybe I should find someone on the 5th floor," as he walked towards the stairs when he suddenly bumped into someone.

"Ahh!" The girl shouted in response as she was about to plummet towards the lower flower when George grabbed her hand out of reflex.

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The books she was holding fell to the bottom of the stairs.

She looked extremely angry, but when they both made eye contact, her expression turned from angry to shock and surprise. She instantly looked away, her cheeks slightly red from embarrassment.

George quickly picked them up and said, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..."

The girl looked up and said, "It's okay," before giving a slight smile.

George gladly accepted, and the two of them proceeded toward the faculty room. As they entered, their teacher was already present and brought George to his classroom.

As the teacher opened the classroom door, George followed right behind her. She announced the new transfer student and thus began George's introduction.

He scribbled his name on the board with lightning speed and introduced himself, "George Serizawa. 16. No talents." His brows furrowed as he forced a stiff smile and said, "Nice to meet you," before he bowed slightly.

The class was silent for a few moments before he heard a few laughs from the back of the classroom.

That's when he saw someone raise her hand to ask a question - the girl from the stairs. She smiled kindly towards him, and he nodded back in return.

"How many girlfriends have you had? And where do you live?" The girl asked.

George was slightly taken aback, but he laughed it off, saying with an amused expression, "I'm still single. I haven't had any girlfriends yet. As for where I live, that's a secret."

Deep inside, George clenched his imaginary fists. His mind screamed, "How could I have any girlfriend when I can't even have a friend."

George felt the rage boil inside of him as he reminisced about his oppressive childhood. His parents had been tyrants, trapping him in his own home and frightening away any friends with their cruel words and menacing glares. He remembered how the fear coursed down his classmates' veins when his mother threatened them for even trying to invite him over.

When he reached junior high school, his parents viciously rebuked every idea of attending anything unrelated to his studies, inventing excuses with a bitterness that scoured his heart like acid. "My son's studying too hard," or "He has to take care of the house" – their words felt like nails being hammered into his dreams.

Every time he attempted to fight back, his mom's guilt-tripping words would sting him like a hundred arrows, shooting him down like a shooting star from the sky. Her words were like a crashing wave, smothering any defiant murmurings he had and leaving him completely powerless. He was a puppet in her hands, unable to do anything but obey her orders.

All George ever wanted was to be able to make his own choices and have the freedom he deserved, but ever since then, it seemed like that dream was out of reach. It was the reason he felt that death was the only thing that would free him from his parents' shackles.

Suddenly, George heard a voice calling him back into reality; it was the girl talking again:

"-hey, are you listening?"

He snapped out of his thoughts and gave her a slight nod in reply.

"Yeah, I was," he said with a small smile. "So what were you asking again?"

"Are your parents from overseas?" She replied.

George smiled wistfully and shook his head. "No, they're from here," he said softly. "I think that's all the questions for now, so can we move on?"

The teacher suddenly clapped to get the class's attention, "Alright, we're already a few minutes late. Let's begin the class. And, George, choose one of the chairs in the back."

George nodded and made his way to one of the empty chairs in the back near the window, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He had finally escaped from the awkward interrogation.

He sat quietly throughout the class, just letting his mind wander while the teacher lectured.

The last thing he remembered before the class ended was a sense of freedom that filled him up with hope, something that he had been missing all this time.

He exited the building and was about to exit the campus when a group of girls he didn't recognize approached him.

"You're George from Class 12-B, right?"

"Uhh- Yeah?"

"We just wanted to know if you'd like to hang out with us after this. We were talking about going to the karaoke just now. Do you want to come?"

George was taken aback by their invitation, not expecting this kind of attention for himself.

"Sorry, I have to study for an exam," he quickly said. It was his go-to answer for invitations. This was the only time where his exact same answer for years and years was false.

The group of girls said their goodbyes with disappointment clearly visible on their faces. George watched them go before he could even fully process what had happened.

In the end, George decided to walk towards his home. His home was quite far; calling it within walking distance felt like a joke, but then again, Baal was a demon. He could fly and travel faster.

He looked around to see if there were people nearby. He wanted to run at full speed, but he was afraid a person might recognize him. His maximum running speed was much faster than humans and was comparable to a typical car on residential roads.

"Nobody's nearby...!"

He ran through the streets, his feet barely touching the ground as his body moved with a furious speed. Sparks of electricity shot through his veins, pushing him faster and faster as he jumped and weaved around any obstacles blocking his way.

When George reached his house, he felt incredibly refreshed and alive-- it was the best feeling ever!

"There's still a few hours before I have to go on a patrol... but I don't have anything to do..."

He went through his options, did some stretches, and eventually decided to sleep.
George went up to his room, changed into more comfortable clothes, and lay down to sleep until evening.

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