John slowly opened his eyes; the first thing he saw was a very luxurious room,
John noticed a change in his environment, unlike anything he had ever seen.
The windows allow the soft, golden light to stream in.
He turned to the woman beside him. He looked at her bright red lips and long, dark hair, finding them attractive. He watched as her curious eyes sparkled, and he saw that she had horns like a demon, but he didn't find her face scary at all.
"Good morning, Master," she said softly. "It's time for breakfast."
John looked confused and blinked. "Who are you?" he asked.
She was surprised by the question. "My Lord, I'm Elisa, your personal… servant," she said, her voice showing a little uncertainty. She looked at him with curious and worried eyes, clearly reacting to his unusual behavior.
John's looking at her figure, noticing her curves and the revealing outfit she wore. He felt a sudden rush of desire and reached out to squeeze her breasts, man she got big juggs.
He quickly realized his mistake and pulled his hands back, his embarrassment clear. I am sorry I didn't mean to.
"Go ahead my lord," she stated, her cheeks turning red, she didn't pull away.
"Go ahead" John stammered, letting go of her quickly. He was completely thrown off—what was going on? He couldn't recognize this place or even his own body.
John looked at his hands and was struck by their new strength and muscularity. He observed the shiny, metallic appearance of the skin and noted that his fingertips had become sharp, claw-like nails with a dark polish. He realized that even with these demonic features, his hands still looked human.
He jumped out of bed and ran to a nearby mirror.
John looked into the mirror. He noticed that his eyes had become darker, his skin radiates a healthy glow and his ears had taken on a slightly pointed shape.
What the f*ck is going on here how am I? Completely surprised. "I'm a demon?"
Elisa's voice cut in from behind him. "My Lord, if you don't mind me asking, what's wrong?"
John turned to her and demanded answers. "Who am I, and what is this place?" he asked firmly.
"You are Lord Danzel Baalson," she replied gently. "And you're in Hel."
John repeated the name, "Danzel?" His mind raced as he remembered stories of demons from Earth. "Oh man, Danzel is one of the sons of Baal—the top prince of Hel."
Elisa anxiously watched him, her eyes filled with both worry and curiosity. She waited intently as if searching for a sign that he was back to normal."
Just as John was about to ask another question, a system interface popped up in front of him,
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[Welcome to Hel
You are the offspring of Baalzebul
Danzel Baalson's Profile
Name: Danzel Baalson
Title: Shadow Reaper
Level: 12
Attributes:
- Strength: 850
- Intelligence: 650
- Agility: 950
- Endurance: 1050
- Magic: 1500
Skills:
- Ghost Sword Mastery (Level 7)
- Shadow Movement (Level 5)
- Necromancy (Intermediate)
Quest:
Main Quest: Make your first appearance in the academy]
```
John stared, confused and overwhelmed by the sudden flood of information. Danzel has such OP stats it's almost impossible for anyone to be this strong.
As he processed the system, Elisa stepped closer. "Sorry, my Lord, I was told to help you get ready for school."
John nodded, still trying to wrap his head around the situation. I just have to act like Danzel, these demons might know that I am not truly Danzel. The thought alone sent a chill down his spine as he wondered who he really was and what he would face later on.
Filled with a fresh sense of resolve, he turned to Elisa. "All right, I get it. Let's get ready."
As Elisa helped him put on a fancy outfit, John couldn't shake off thoughts about how much his life had changed. He was just a struggling librarian on Earth, and the next, he was the son of a great demon prince—everything had flipped in an instant.
When he made his way downstairs, he found a group of guards already waiting for him. Lord Baal's power was evident in the way they respected him. "Lord Danzel, are you ready to leave?" a servant inquired, giving a slight bow.
John nodded, still feeling a bit out of his element but determined to fit in. He climbed into a lavish vehicle, taken aback by its luxury.
"Wow, they have rides in Hell," he thought to himself, remembering how he had struggled to afford a bicycle back on Earth.
As they drove toward the Academy, John thought about how his life had transformed. He is now an outsider in an unfamiliar world, living the reality of another person.
When they arrived, the driver dropped him off "Take care master Danzel
Stepping out, John finally got a good look at the sprawling campus of the Infernal Ascendancy Academy. The architecture was breathtaking, featuring gravity-defying buildings that contrasted starkly with the academy's ominous name.
As he walked towards the entrance, a girl approached with a worried look. "Danzel, you didn't pick my calls. What's going on? We need to talk."
John hesitated, unsure of who she was or what she wanted. He put his hands into his pocket for his phone and was surprised to find one there. Damn I didn't even know I had a phone all along
"Oh, sorry about that," he said, trying to recollect her face. "Just trying to match her face to a name... this is awkward. Danzel, help me out here."
Her expression shifted from anger to confusion and then embarrassment. "Hold on, Danzel, if you are still mad at me about last night, I'm sorry. I messed up."
Last night, who the hell is this baddie? Danzel is more than just a regular demon,
Seeing a chance to avoid more questions, John replied, trying to sound more sure of himself. "You know what, "Let's meet up later."
Okay, and pick up my calls next time
He watched her walk away, feeling a mix of relief and confusion.
As he approached the academy entrance, he saw a large sign that read
"Infernal Ascendancy Academy (IAA)". The sight of it made him realize how strange this whole situation felt.
A woman in a revealing outfit approached him, and John felt a blush creep up. "Mr. Baalson, can you come with me to my office? Your father wants me in charge of your enrollment. I'll give you your documents and take you to your dorm."
Just as he followed her, a guy showed up out of nowhere, nearly bumping into him.
"Watch where you're going, rascal!" The guy said
John's heart pounded. Without thinking, he tried to conjure a shadow blade, but it flashed weakly and vanished. He realized he didn't have full control over his powers yet.
But fueled by determination and frustration, he managed to manifest a shadow blade at the guy's throat. His tone was sharp and intimidating. "Say that again."
The student's eyes widened with fear, muttering, "Please don't kill me."
John grinned, feeling a rush of energy. It was a different kind of feeling; it was like he couldn't control his actions. Danzel doesn't like to be threatened in any form, realizing the power within him, though he knew mastering it would take time and practice.
As he lowered the blade, the moment hung heavy in the air, run along bastard before I change my mind.