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It took a cold shower and a lot of willpower to leave the demon behind and look like a human again.
Now my head is hurting from the horns growing out and retracting again.
I'm sitting on the floor, leaning against my bed and nervously play with a paperclip.
They saw what they weren't supposed to see. All four of them.
What are they thinking now? What will they do? Tell the faculty that there's a demon on campus? Or take it into their own hands to get rid of me?
First vampires, then zombies. A demon would complete that hunting trip perfectly.
But I'm not a demon, I need to stop saying that.
I'm human. The power I have access to wasn't given to me but merely stored inside my heart.
Like when someone locks gold into a safe. The safe doesn't turn into gold itself, it stays a safe. And I stay a human.
A human with a few special quirks.
