《True Ruler》I am an Ancestor, happy now?
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A couple of weeks has already passed and we started to have the lesson for "Demonic History". Normally it would be Blashenko who would teach the class but the moment we were in front of the class we saw a student running out of it.
Me: Ahm....
Alice: Don't worry about it!
Me: You sure?
Alice: Yeah, I'm here to protect you.
We went inside the class room only to see everyone running outside.
Clara: Are we playing Tag?
Alice: HEY! What's the meaning of this?
???: Blashenko-sensei's on a break because of his evil cycle...
Me: And?
???: Balam is here instead.
Balam?
That is the guy that wrote that book about humans and earth...
I wonder how he is?
The book is mostly accurate and I scored 100 marks in it too.
Alice: We should go to!
Clara: He is right! Balam is a special case.
Me: It'll be fine! Since we came all this way I do want to see him.
As I said that I felt someone grabbing me and lifting me up to the ceiling.
Me: Alice?
Clara: That looks like fun! I wanna join!
??? I am happy to hear that!
Me: Huh?!
Not soon after he said that he dropped me and went on and have Alice and Clara a hug before we ended up very close to our teacher.
Balam: Let's begin Today's Lecture...
Every single student ran out of the room and by now I knew why. He loved hugging other things. Like this big bad wolf loved hugs and was simply lonely.
Balam: Now for Today... Let's talk about Humans. Let's say if a human appeared before you what would you do?
Everyone immediately began yelling that they would eat them and that they would be delicious. There was no denying that one but since I was still kinda undercover as a human being which I know by now was done. Like I suck being a human and being a devil but can you blame me? I am a demon after all.
Balam: If I met a human I want to lean about how it lived... Including Humans, imaginary beings are mostly consisted of very weak creatures as you can see, living creatures could be described to be high spec compared to these imaginary beings. Imaginary beings are quite primitive.
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I won't deny that but they are cute and fluffy if you ask me! Besides there are a few that can harm you but not a demon with magic. Sadly Magic doesn't exist there.
Balam: It must've been a very peaceful environment if they were to survive in such a state.
Peaceful?
Earth?
With all the humans?
It is everything else but peaceful what do you think why species go extinct!
Balam: But the demon world is a very dangerous ecosystem, that's why demons have evolved to gain tails and wings.
Bullshit!
They have tails and wings because we ancestors wanted them to always remember us!
I watched the teacher come over to me and began patting my back until he started to touch it a couple of times.
Balam: Even without horns, with wings at least you could es....
Come on dude!
Can you please stop touching me!
I can gladly burn you too but I am sure you don't want that!
Balam: Ca...Pe...EEEEHHHHH!!!!
Without any warnings he grabbed me and put me over his shoulder like a sack of potato and ran out of the room.
I could see Alice and Clara chasing after us but they couldn't keep up at all.
At least he doesn't drag me by the collar so this is fine with me. His fur is soft too!
Before long Balam arrived at the teacher's office with me on his back.
Balam: Excuse me!!!!
Dall: What's wrong?
Balam: Someone!! This is bad news!!
I am just gonna relax here.
This is kinda comfy!
Robbin: Balam, what's bothering you...
Balam: This is bad!! This kid has no wings!!!
Me: !!!!
Say what now?
I believe everyone saw my green leathery and scaly wings.
FurFur: His wings!?
Momonoki: Nonsense!
Orias: He might've stored it into his back!
Balam: There's no wing roots on his back either! Feel it for yourself!
Me: !!!
Wing what?
What's that?
Never mind!
This isn't good!
I am in a human body right now. So now wings!
I don't have them in my back either I am a dragon. They grow out if I want to. Why should I store them?
Robbin: Oh Show me your back!
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Come on!
You saw me fight you all the other day with wings!
What is this bullshit now?!
I am soo not gonna let anyone strip me!
Me: Er... Nope!
I began backing away from them.
Balam: Don't be scared now.
Me: This is harassment! Just let me be!
Momonoki: I would love to agree but this is a serious topic.
Me: But you all saw my wings!
Dali: We did but you were too fast for us to even have a good look at them.
FurFur: Oh I would love to take a glimpse at them. They had a greenish shine to them.
I was still backing away until I hit the wall.
Me: Kalego-sensei!!!
Robbin: Oh he isn't here.
Great!
JUST GREAT!
The one time I need him, he isn't here!
Since there was so way out, I tried powered up some magic and wanted to ran passed them if not for me stumbling over someone used a whip and fall to the ground. Before I knew it, it was Robbin that pulled my shirt up.
Dall: .... no wings....
The moment he said that the whole situation hit me and I was angry more like furious at them and so I immediately shifts into my dragonkin from. My wings pierced through my skin and began growing in size. My back began covering itself in scaled and I turned around and punched Robbin into his face flapping my wings to get on my feet.
Me: GRRRRRRR!!!!
The aura around me was deadly to say the least.
My eyes were the ones of a dragon and I also had a dragon tail out. I was done playing human completely.
Balam: An Ancestor...
The moment everyone else heard him say that they all bowed before me.
Me: Get me a fucking cup of tea before I explode in front of you all and rip your goddamn heads off!
I was still angry but I managed to shift back into my human form and went towards the couch making myself at home. It didn't take long for Midnight to come over with a cup of hellgrey. It thankfully took it from her and began sipping at the tea to calm my nerves down. They all only looked at me and so after finishing the tea, I decided it would be best to let them recover from the shock and return back to class.
Me: Don't tell anyone about me.
That was all I said before going out. Balam was running after me.
Balam: Forgive me!
Me: It's okay. That's in your nature isn't it? Though you should be careful. Not everyone can hold their anger back as I can.
Balam: I know. I already learned that lesson.
She removed her mussel and I could see a gushing wound on the side of her mouth stretching all the way up. Her teeth were visible and I could tell it was a bad wound.
Me: *Sigh* Don't tell anyone about this!
I let my fans grow and picked myself into the thumb. She just looked at me completely shocked and in the next moment I jumped and touched his wound with my hand carefully making sure that the blood would touch the old wound. The moment it did, it began healing and not long after that it was completely healed.
Me: Better?
Balam: ....
Me: Let this be a lesson and remember not to tell anyone about my origin.
Balam: Yes! I will forever be loyal to you.
She went down on her knees and bowed to me showing her complete respect and vowed her loyalty to me.
After this incident a couple of weeks later the big test came and I accepted it being on top of everyone. No one thought this was possible but it was since I was a dragon and I could learn things really fast no matter how ignorant I was. This was my motherland and I had an obligation to it as a king and royal ancestor.
What I didn't know and only found out later was that both Balam and Kalego were Cheth a rank 8 demon.
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