Barbatos's Vision

Barbatos's Vision

Barbatos stood still, observing the doors that dotted the wall of the room. Each of them was a portal to a specific moment in time and space, and he knew them well. Through these doors, he had witnessed epic battles, cruel betrayals, and moments of triumph.

But today, a new door had appeared. One he had never seen before. It emanated a strange energy, a sensation that made him shudder. Barbatos approached, his hand hesitant on the knob. He knew this door was different. It wouldn't take him to a past or future event, but to something deeper, more personal.

The door swung open, revealing a scene he instantly recognized. It was Rachel, a mysterious figure he had not yet met. She stood before him, with a determined look in her eyes. A shiver ran down his spine. This was the moment she would make her first demonic pact.

But how could he know this? Recognize Rachel before even meeting her? A voice echoed in his mind, his own, but from a distant future. "Barbatos," the voice whispered. "This is the moment. Make the pact with Rachel. It's crucial to our destiny."

Barbatos frowned, perplexed. He had no memories of this vision, couldn't remember seeing Rachel before. But the voice insisted. "Rachel Desmonte," the voice continued. "She is the key to the future of the demon realm. Make the pact with her, guide her, and protect her. The fate of all of us depends on it."

Waking from the memories that enveloped him like a veil, Barbatos found himself back in reality, in the vast library of RAD. The solemn silence of the surroundings contrasted with the agitation of his past visions, but he knew something unusual had occurred. A sense of urgency drove him as his memories slowly dissipated, leaving behind only a subtle echo of his presence.

Closing the recipe book in his hands, he took a deep breath, seeking clarity amidst the confusion. Walking among the shelves, he tried to unravel the puzzles haunting his mind. Fragments of the vision assaulted him, mixing with the murmurs of the ancient books surrounding him, creating a whirlwind of thoughts.

Finally, a flash of understanding hit him as his eyes met Rachel's, standing before him with an inquisitive expression. She still didn't fully understand what was happening, but Barbatos knew it was time to act. With renewed determination, he reached out his hand to her, ready to embark on the journey that was about to change the course of their lives.

"Miss Desmont," he said, his voice firm and soft like a whisper, conflicting with the intensity of his gaze. "It's time for us to make a pact."

*When Idia accidentally hacked MC's social media accounts and saw everything related about the dorm leaders*

Idia: ...

Idia: Ortho, do you think we should share this or not?

Ortho: Do you mean to the other dorm leaders?

Idia: Yes. These are pretty neat.

MC: Guys, have you noticed anything weird today?

Ace: Yeah. It was quite obvious, honestly.

Epel: Vil gave you a kiss on the cheek and thanked you.

Deuce: Rosehearts-senpai smiled at you warmly and asked if you would like to study with him.

Jack: Leona-senpai ruffled your hair, and Kalim-senpai almost hugged you to death.

Ace: And we shouldn't forget Azul-senpai giving them a discount coupon.

Ortho: Also, Malleus Draconia visiting your dorm with lots of presents in hand.

Ace: Seriously, what did you do for them to act like that?

MC: I don't know?

MC's posts/social media activities about the dorm leaders:

Has designed a plushie for Riddle, and was hoping to start soon in making it

Created a personalized ad that would help promote Mostro Lounge

Has bought a pair of comfortable slippers for Leona (but Kifaj told them that the size was a bit small for his feet)

Has drawn a cute sketch of Kalim and Jamil and is planning to give it to them before they return in their own world

Made an inspired makeup palette solely for Vil

Collecting lores about gargoyles that they could share with Malleus

Released a gaming app (playable in a browser) where users can interact with cats, befriend them, and start their own story. Two of the cats in the game resemble Idia and Ortho.

The Mysterious Human

Diavolo and Lucifer strolled through the halls of RAD, their voices echoing amidst the solemn silence of the environment. The topic of conversation was the human exchange program and how mortal students were adapting to life in the demon realm. Barbatos, the silent observer, trailed behind them at a discreet distance.

"Human show surprising resilience," reflected Diavolo, adjusting his crimson cape with a carefree gesture. "Even without our natural abilities, they manage to establish themselves here."

Lucifer nodded, his expression impassive as ever. "No doubt." His piercing red eyes swept over the bustling students, each carrying the weight of a distinct demon lineage. "But there is one human who stands out."

Diavolo raised an eyebrow, curious. "Ah, yes? And who might that be?"

As they turned the corner, they witnessed the scene that was the talk of the school: Raquel Desmonte, standing in her impeccable uniform. Her gray eyes overflowed with determination as she gazed down at the figure at her feet with a mix of disdain and authority, as if she were determined not to accept challenges. But it was the demon entangled in her whip that truly caught their attention—a bound and pitiful figure, with tattered clothes and a disheveled appearance, revealing an unexpected fragility beneath the facade of power.

"What's going on here?" asked Diavolo, genuinely surprised. "Why is she—"

Barbatos' voice sounded low, analytical. "She's protecting herself, my lord."

Raquel's figure emanated an aura of power and determination, an intriguing mixture of strength and vulnerability that drew the eyes of the demons present. Even without a formal pact, she kept the demon under control with a firmness that impressed.

"She's a force to be reckoned with," continued Diavolo with a mischievous smile. "Her pride can rival yours, Luci."

Lucifer crossed his arms, his gaze fixed on Raquel with a penetrating intensity. "She may have pride," he said, "but she's no match for the experience and skills of a full-fledged demon, let alone the Avatar of Pride."

Diavolo laughed, enjoying the exchange of words between the two. "Luci, you're underestimating her."

Lucifer maintained his impassive expression. "I don't underestimate. I just observe."

Barbatos intervened, his sharp gaze analyzing the situation. "She doesn't have a formal pact. How does she control that demon?"

Raquel, still holding the whip and without averting her gaze, responded to the question with silent determination. "I don't need a pact to impose my will."

Diavolo applauded, still laughing. "Well said, little one!"

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, his calculating mind already plotting future possibilities. "Keep it up, Raquel Desmonte. Your pride can be your greatest strength or your greatest weakness."

As they walked away, leaving the bound demon behind, Diavolo whispered to Lucifer: "Maybe she's more like us than we imagine." His eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and admiration, reflecting recognition of Raquel's inner strength.

Lucifer, meanwhile, pondered Diavolo's words, his deep gaze revealing hidden thoughts. He didn't respond immediately, but the calculating expression on his face indicated that his mind was constantly at work, considering the implications of having such a determined among them.

As for Raquel, she remained where she was, her posture firm and her aura of determination intact. Despite the apparent fragility of her demonic companion and Lucifer's challenging words, she did not falter. Her pride, now more evident than ever, was both her armor and her sword, guiding her along the dangerous path she had chosen to tread.

As the three went their separate ways, the halls of RAD echoed with the echoes of their conversations and the murmurs of those who witnessed the encounter. Raquel's journey was just beginning, but her determination burned like a flame that could not be extinguished, illuminating the path ahead with an intensity that rivaled the stars of the demon realm.

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, the true essence, It's not in appearance, but in the strength of experience. In victory or defeat, in tall or short, In fat or thin, lies their mark.

Beauty is in the eyes, beyond the superficial, It's recognized in the journey, in the individual path. Like different jewels, each has its value, Even in the face of cancer, there's light in its glow.

Sweet little sheep, amidst challenges, With time, the jewel gains more value, in its threads. May your actions shine in splendor, Don't worry about others' opinions, continue in your labor.

For the brightness of your soul, even avatars attract, In every step, your light, the world reaches, never fades, never dissipates.

Personal

My dysmorphia and depression are bad today and I'm hiding from my partner and my kids in the bathroom sobbing. I made the mistake of looking in the mirror.

I hate myself so much.

So ugly and fat.

Wish I looked like all the pretty girls on here I really do.

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