These first five or ten chapters or something (I don't know, I'm bad at predicting on how many prologue chapters should be) will not be long. These will typically be between ten to fifteen minutes at least. Just know, they won't be long. However, once we get to the meat and potatoes of things, the actual story, chapters will then begin to pick up in word count and begin to be longer.

Anyway, with this little message out of the way, without further ado, here is the next chapter of A Demon King's Heart. Hope you guys enjoy.

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Master Biblia hummed to himself a delightful tune, his lamp turned on as it sat on top of his dark lacquered desk, illuminating the pages of the large book he was reading. He was dismissing the current paperwork he was supposed to work on, reports of dozens of mythical monsters appearing around the world, others referring to a magical terrorist group running amok.

Obviously, these reports and manuscripts seemed rather concerning, but Master Biblia didn't pay any heed to them at all.

Continuing to read his delightful little novel to himself, the light of his lamp flickered. Whilst his humming had stopped, his cheshire grin remained as his red eyes glanced up at the door. Though his lips only seemed to have widened, watching as a red-orange magic crest had appeared on the wooden floorboard. Flickering flames and yellow sparks erupted, coming out of the torrential pillar of flames was what seemed to be a young woman. However, her actual age didn't dictate what she physically looked like.

Blessed with the appearance of a beautiful young woman that seemed to be in her early twenties, serenely exquisite long blonde hair with a left braid and a black rose pin at the top. An outfit consisting of quite the revealing features and highlighting her curves and voluptuous figure, a long black gown that had red ruffles at the end of the skirt, and an accompanying waistband. Finishing the apparel off, she wore black gloves that reached up to her shoulders and black heels. Lastly, her fiery orange gaze, almost akin to the color of amber was set on the pale-haired man, looking quite displeased.

"What is it you want, you old geezer?" She sneered. "Don't you know I'm busy?"

Master Biblia merely chuckled. "Now, is that any way to treat your employer? Especially since a beauty like you shouldn't be talking with such vulgar language—"

The pale-haired man couldn't finish his sentence, a flaming ball heading toward him. Though with a simple wave of his hand, he casts a simple barrier that easily blocks the attack. He was clearly enjoying the annoyed expression shown on the woman's face, her hand extended forward as flames began to die down from the tips of her fingers.

"Quit your blabbering, you goddamn pervert. The reason I'm not working in my teaching position right now is because you assigned me to do something for you. That's why I have my student taking care of things for me."

"Ah, yes. Lorenz has been a wonderful help teaching the students. Even if his methods may be unorthodox for some of our other professors."

"Well, I didn't respond to your call to talk about him," she quickly said. Placing her hand on her hip, leaning to one side, she raises an eyebrow. "So? What is it this time?"

Getting up from his desk, he turned to the window behind him, gazing out. "It is but a simple task, really. I'm assigning you to be a private teacher to a new transfer student we recently added to our roster."

The blonde merely sighed in annoyance. "Are you serious? You called me back here to do another teaching position? To some random kid? I'm done taking apprentices. I've said before that Lorenz was to be my last one."

"Ah, but here's the thing, my lovely witch. This boy has no control of his powers whatsoever."

"So? How is that my problem?"

"The more he's unable to control these abilities of his, the more he'll cause discourse among the world. And the more discord there is, he will manifest again."

She furrowed her brow, though a hint of pain was hidden within her eyes. "I made sure to seal him away. And as far as I'm concerned, there's no more evidence of his bloodline anywhere."

"We can never be too careful," he says, his cheshire grin still persisting. "In any case, give this boy a chance. I believe he has the potential to be quite the remarkable one. Perhaps he'll surpass Lorenz in your teachings."

Sighing heavily and clicking her tongue, she rubbed her temple. Albeit very irritated about it, she couldn't lie, the offer did feel very enticing to her. To train another student was something that she didn't think she'd ever do again, but the fact that Master Biblia was speaking very highly about the individual did intrigue her. Even if it was a little bit.

Biting onto the invitation, crossing her arms and turning her back to him, she relented. With one eye facing him, having turned her head slightly toward him, a particular fiery glint could be seen in those amber eyes of hers.

"When do I start training him?" She asked.

Master Biblia merely smiled widely.

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The loud ringing of his alarm coming from his phone is what woke him up. Alphonse awakened at what seemed to be the earliest of daybreak, the time of his phone displaying 5:17 AM.

Groaning as he shook himself awake, he took a gander at his surroundings. Different from his apartment, looking much nicer and cleaner, he remembered that the room he just slept in was the dorm room he had been given now that he attends Royal Biblia Academy. In the current corner he was in was the bed he slept on. A comfortable mattress with some plain white bedding and covers for his pillow, accompanied with a dark blue blanket that is thick enough to give him some warmth. Though he didn't use it last night because it was quite warm, any more heat put onto him would end up making him sweat and drench the bed.

On the left side corner of his position was the desk and dresser. It was a simple maple brown colored desk, lavishly shiny that wafted a pleasant smell, giving a hint of a refreshing mint so to speak. The dresser was of the same color, polished brightly as the morning orange sun was being reflected off of it, the sight of the new dawn coming into view. The opposite side of the room contained the door that would exit out into the hall, and to the left of the door was his suitcases.

After exploring the school, from his tour with Akio, Alphonse had wandered the halls a bit to get the layout of the campus hammered into his mind. Just so he wouldn't get lost. Today, however, would be the day he began his new campus life at this esteemed academy, starting with his basic magics class and theories with a Mister Lorenz Alzano. If he were to be honest, he was quite eager to learn. Not only just to get ahold of these mysterious powers of his and get them under control, but perhaps to figure out where he exactly comes from. From what he conversed with Akio during his tour, there should be information available to him to figure out what his family bloodline is. As far as he's concerned, and what he could remember, he's never seen any of his parents or younger siblings display any sort of powers like his. It only begged the question as to why it only manifested within him. Strange, really.

Getting up from his bed, grabbing a towel from the closet compartment on top of the dresser, he shuts it closed and heads to his suitcase. Fishing out his conditioner, shampoo, and body soap, he exits his room and began heading for the wet room. As he recalled passing on the way, the wet room and loo were usually met in the middle of the halls of his particular dorm hall, and it was shared between all the boys. Female students had their own separate dorm hall and of course had their own wet room and loo.

As he walked down the hall, he passed by several other boys that stayed in his dorm hall. Of course, they looked at him with disdain and disgust, but he paid no mind to them. From what he thought, it could be noted that this esteemed academy most likely has those with a higher status than most. Well, compared to the others, Alphonse would consider himself on the lower end of the social status but he didn't necessarily care for any of that. He'd rather just sustain himself so he could get by in life, worrying about how much influence you have was something he didn't care for or needed for that matter. Not unless he was aiming to become an entrepreneur or something along the lines of that. But a majority of these kids here had an annoying posh, and arrogant looking attitude and demeanor, something he was met with on the streets of the United Kingdom, but that was normal. He's met with tons of people spitting in his face, yelling slurs and other profanity at him, so if they were to do the same, he'd honestly just shrug it off. He wouldn't be mad, but definitely annoyed. To a certain extent.

But if he had to admit, he was very glad to attend this privileged academy. The first time he used the showers in the wet room, he was an unbelievable notion to describe. Back in his apartment, the shower rarely offered hot water, so being able to drench himself in such liquid was like basking in pure light. A pure godsend of a gift. While he was still stuck with using basic products for wet room hygiene, it got the job done. It was a hundred times better using it in the superbly excellent water pressure and temperature than the shitty and terrible wet room he was forced to use in his previous abode. Thankfully, it didn't look like there was any disgusting grime in the corners of it and mold in the shower drain where he could've gotten athlete's foot or any sort of foot-based infections.

Once finished, he returned back to his room and got ready for the day. Slipping on the white dress shirt nt first, then putting on his black blazer jacket and buttoning it up, he swiftly puts on his tie. He's gotten very easy at doing this due to the numerous job interviews he would have to go to, before he would subsequently be kicked out because of his previous reports from his other jobs. Lastly, seated at the side of his bed, he puts on his light grey dress pants and brown penny loafers, a snug fit as he was able to comfortably put it on. Though, he found it a bit creepy, especially about the fact that Master Biblia was able to get his outfit and shoe size down to a T, despite him not even telling the pale-haired man. If there's one thing he had to agree with Akio, Master Biblia was truly a strange enigma.

Readjusting his tie one last time as he gazed himself in the mirror, using his hands to brush some of his wavy, spiky black hair with little bits of grey streaks in them, he let out a quick breath. He's done all he could to make himself look at least presentable. While his expression showed stoicism and the like, deep down, he was quite nervous. Alphonse was about to meet many people that clearly have been honing their craft in magics and spellcraft, while himself, a newbie who was all too green suddenly joined them, someone who was completely cut off from this side of the world essentially. And it didn't help that he was submitted in through the Headmaster, and not through the normal means of recommendations. He got in through specific means, subsequently offering a deal that was too good to be true but has proven to be a promise so far. No doubt, there would be those that would look at his inclusion to be quite suspicious.

In an attempt to ease his nerves once again, Alphonse inhaled and exhaled seven seconds later, letting out a deep breath to slow down his heart beat, trying to build up confidence within him. After a bit of a mental pep talk within his head, he puts his hand on the doorknob of his door and exits out into the hall. Locking the door behind him and then tucking his keys into his pocket with his phone, his books and other school materials he needed tucked under his armpit with one arm, he began to head for his first class of the day.

Waltzing on down the hall, glancing up at the signs posted above, looking for classroom seven. From what he was told, the classes were mixed when it came to the upperclassmen and underclassmen, so he would be put in classes with those that are a little older than him and a little younger than him. But that is quite normal for schools to do that. He eventually did find the classroom he needed to be in.

Standing outside of the classroom door, he took another deep breath. This was the moment of truth. The moment he opens this door, he'll be met with new faces, all of them having a thought and impression of who he is. Perhaps there may be those that won't judge him for how he looks and maybe they'll wish to speak to him in hopes of forming a friendly relationship. However, he wouldn't know until he opened the door and stepped through it.

As soon as he opened the door, the clamoring inside instantly shut up and looked to his arrival. Feeling the intent gazes set onto him, Alphonse couldn't help but feel a little nervous. The boy had to drop out of school as soon as he was thirteen and forced to live in an orphanage. It was only two years later after that the boy could leave the wretched place and live out on his own. But he couldn't attend school again because he had to focus on himself and merely try to sustain his own needs out in society. He may have attended school before, but the feeling of having everyone's eyes on him was always something he would always be nervous about. The black-haired teen could watch each and every one of the students' eyes scan him up and down, evaluating him. Of course, a majority would either look at him in slight fear because he looked intimidating or others would look at him with hate and disgust, most likely hearing how he got into the school in the first place. Unlike them, who had to take the entrance exam and had to pay quite the hefty bit of tuition.

Disappointed at the fact that people are already beginning to ostracize him, Alphonse would sigh internally. But it shouldn't be anything new at this point. However, he soon jolted forward a little, eyes wide in surprise as he felt someone give him a pat on the back before they wrapped their arm around their shoulder. Looking at who did it, Alphonse was instantly met with the same cheery smile and upbeat attitude of a girl he met yesterday. Akio Fudou.

"Yo, Al!" Akio cheerily calls out. "Who thought we'd be the same class, eh?"

The black-haired teen was at a loss for words slightly. "Uh... Oh. Good to see you again, Fudou—I mean, Akio."

She looked at him confusedly, "Hmm? What's with the sour mood this morning?"

"Ah, it's nothing."

"That so... Well, come on in then! Class will be beginning in a few. Come on, you can sit near me."

"You sure someone isn't already sitting near you?"

Akio laughs cheerily. "Don't worry about it! Besides, you'll fit right in with this class of ours."

"Right..." Alphonse seemed skeptical.

Doing nothing but surrender to Akio's offer, even noticing that the grip her arm was around his shoulder was quite tight, he followed her in and was seated in the chair right next to her. The desks were placed in rows, two seats in each, meaning that students would be in pairs.

Upon sitting down in his chair, placing his textbooks and binders onto his side of the desk, Akio merely laughed and shook her head. Alphonse looks at her with confusion once more.

"What?" He questioned.

"Don't worry, it's nothing," she said. "You just won't need those books."

"Huh...?" Alphonse looked even more puzzled. "But aren't these the correct materials for this class?"

She chuckled. "Normally, yeah. But you'll see how useless those materials are."

He could only look at her with even more confusion. Why would materials assigned to a class be useless? Well, he would only certainly find out once class began.

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