(BL) I teleported again and now all demons want me!

Another character conquered

To help the demons become successful authors, Eric realised that he had to get to know his students on a personal level, so he honestly said, "I am," which stunned Fil.

"Heh, I see, teach wants to know about my past," Fil thought of how to start. But then he resorted to, "I'm just a normal demon."

Eyeroll. Eric wanted to give Fil 1000 eye rolls but ... you really fucking thought I'd believe you?

"So, you were a normal demon before the Demon Lord made you the second prince? Then would you mind telling me of the time you were a normal demon?"

There should be a reason why Fil wanted to become an author and was so... fiery. For Nol, it was because reading was his only escape, thus he wanted to become a writer like his favourite authors. So, Fil...

"It's nothing special."

It was clear that Fil didn't want to talk about his past. Oh no, was it some kind of sob story? Eric must have touched a sore spot. In order to not let Fil reminisce about possible bad memories, Eric patted his shoulder and said coaxingly, ''It's ok. Whatever happened I'm glad you're fine now. Look at you becoming an author."

"Teach..." Fil mumbled. Seeing Eric's bright smile, something within Fil's body stirred.

No, it wasn't his desire but this time it was his heart. 

His heart... was being moved by Eric! 

Little did Eric know what his words did to Fil and what kind of tragic sob story Fil had that could make all those wannabe isekai MCs pale in comparison. Of course, without fail, Eric was about to get to know. Of course, things went this way. This time the skill was quite prominent and Eric's mind was sucked into Fil's memories.

Bleak. Dark. Nothingness. This was what Fil saw when he first opened his eyes. Surrounded by nothing but darkness. 

Terrifying. Fear and despair. This was what Fil instantly felt.

Level 10, this was the hell of darkness. This level was nothing but a completely black night. The demons that roamed around in this level had their sights incapacitated. They were able to move around with other senses.

However it was a blessing for Fil, he who was born akin to a human. A demon with a human appearance. A taboo, a curse and a deep-seated hatred to the demons below level 3.

Below this level, the demons became less and less human-like in appearance and personality.

Once Fil realised he was different from the other level 10 demons, true panic settled in and a desperate search for an exit, out of level 10 began.

Wandering through the endless nightmare, Fil was able to pick up conversations between the demons.

The hatred towards the demons in level 0 was inexplicably intense.

Yet it gave Fil a silver lining who had to constantly be afraid of anyone finding out what he really looked like.

Level 0. He had to get there! No matter what, to escape this hell of blackness and suffocating hiding, not going to do anything, constantly being afraid of being torn apart, ground and eaten by the other demons, wasn't a life Fil was going to endure anymore.

Why? Because Fil witnessed it. More than once. Some helpless demons who looked like humans caught by the other demons. All alone, for many years, Fil endured this terror.

But this slight hope he grasped and clung onto become a full-fledged start of his misery. Hope, anticipation and expectations made one reckless. The cautious Fil became more daring to leave this place.