I stared deeply at Meta in the darkness, exchanging my gaze sceptically between him and Zets.
"So let me get this straight," sensing an incoming headache, I rubbed in between my eyes. "The Will of the Demon Zets is no longer a threat to me."
"Precisely," Meta calmly responded.
The silence of the dark, empty space settled in for a while, filled only by the uncomfortable gaze of Zets staring 'kindly' at me.
I wasn't sure what to make of all this.
Ever since I realized I'd been branded by Karma, it was almost an understatement to say I had begun counting down my days. From the very little I came to understand, there was no cure or method to getting rid of a Devil's Karma, other than a death sentence.
It was you literally housing a demon inside of you that was set to take over your existence when the time was right.
And if the Academy caught wind of me with one, I'd be hunted, and it was game over.
