Misfit At Magic Academy: They Wanted a Godly Summon, Got Me Instead - Chapter 40: I’m Always Here If You Ever Feel Bad

There was war in hell. The flames of hell turned against itself and the demons tore each other apart. It was a terror to behold; one that the devil himself could not escape. Every other terrestrial being was against him, trying to take his power and throne.Knowing that he wouldn’t survive it, Lucifer fled from hell into the earth feeling regretful. His fall came from a woman whom he thought he had grown to love. But at that point, it all didn’t matter….he needed someone to will his power to…it was much better than leaving it in the possession of those demons. And while he was running out of time, he immediately gave it all to a prince in his mother’s womb before he vanished into eternityThe prince; Francis was born and he grew just as powerful and as fierce as the devil himself. He was a devil, but he ruled on earth…unstoppable and strong willed. He was hardly referred to by his name and was mostly called the devil, right from when he was a child after a powerful seer revealed the reason behind his power.But even though Francis had all the power he wanted and would ever need, he had one restriction. To keep history from repeating itself, he was given just one rule, never to love a woman.****But on the far side; in a village, lonely princess lived with no hopes of survival even though her father, the king was still alive. But it wasn’t much of a surprise since the royal family itself was the reason behind the princess’s tight chances of living. Even her mother the queen couldn’t save her because she was very much afraid of her husband, the king and his second wife who bore him sons.They lived their lives in fear, not until one day, the queen was about to take her last breathe. She was poisoned by the king’s wicked wife. But before she died, she had just one wish: that her daughter Aurora avenges her death and take over the village by attaining a level of power and authority that could only come through one means….and it is to “Marry the devil” the strongest, ruthless, merciless and powerful king that lived.She knew she needed him to love her if she ever wanted to access his powers and make him revenge for her.And so, Princess Aurora was set on a journey to marry the devil who was warned to never love a woman.What happens when the devil falls in love?Would he receive the same fate as the previous Devil?Or will love change his fate?Will Aurora's determination lead her to a world of power, love and strength?Or will the devil's fate cause her a life time of peril and pain?

[Main Plot Completed]A love doomed from the start, a lost cause, a losing battle—and yet, neither hearts are willing to let go until the very end.-----Arlan Cromwell, the epitome of the perfect Crown Prince. All he wants is to live a normal life of a human but the life of a dragon is anything but normal. He has but one goal—to find his runaway betrothed and behead her. What happens when he discovers that the woman who has snagged his heart is the one he vowed to kill?Oriana, a Black Witch, disguising herself as a man, has spent her entire life on the run without knowing what she is running away from. When the mysteries of her past slowly catch up to her, she has no one to turn to…except Arlan. But when she learns that the man she has given her heart to is the same man who wants to kill her, how can she accept the cruel card life dealt her?Two people with secrets to keep, identities to hide, and answers to find. When the certain darkness threatens to take Oriana away, will the Dragon be able to protect his mate?-----Excerpt-“If I knew you were my betrothed, I would have killed you the very first moment we met.” Arlan's gaze darkened with hatred.“If I knew I was betrothed to you, I would have killed myself before you even killed me!” Oriana mirrored the same emotions as him.He pulled out a dagger and offered it to her. “It’s not too late. Just slit your throat with this and you'll bleed out painlessly.”She accepted the knife, her fingers clutching its handle tightly. The next moment, he was pressed against the wall and the knife was on the right side of his neck. “How about I try it on you first, my betrothed?”“Feel free to try. But when you fail, this knife will first taste your grandpa's blood, then yours.”Anger rose in her eyes, and the next moment, blood was flowing through the right side of his neck. She cut deep enough to severe an important blood vessel.“You should not have challenged me,” she sneered and stepped back, waiting for him to collapse.He simply smirked and brushed his finger along the deep wound on his neck. “Seems like you failed.”She watched the wound on his neck heal on its own and felt shocked to her bones. “You.. what are you?”“Guess?”

“I only want you, Theia. Always have always will and this shall never change. How could I ever want another when I possess the one I solely exist for?”“Phobos,” I call his name fondly a need to hug him and breathe in his calming scent surfaces.“I do not wish to treat you like you are made of glass because you aren't. Your body was made for me and it can handle everything I choose to give it. And this I will prove it to you.”“When?” I ask breathlessly as he ultimately turns around to meet my curious eyes. Golden rings outline his irises his beast announcing his presence and they stand as one before me. A wicked smile paints his face with a flash of canine displayed to me. A promise he gives that I will be ruthlessly devoured.“When I fuck you senseless.”~~~After years of excruciating loneliness, Phobos approached me. A frightening beast, my soulmate who emerged from within the bounds of a ruthless thundering storm. The male I yearned for. He caught me off guard and I was under the spell he cast through his ocean eyes. A spell I couldn't defeat and that very moment I knew I was in trouble. The second our eyes met I knew he would bring me endless heartache.We were childhood friends, him and I. Phobos the gentle and playful juvenile I grew up with and looked up to as a pup vanished and was replaced by a cold-hearted barbarian, he terrified me as he killed many with a blink of his eyes. No regret, no concern his beast often in control surging forward consuming his senses. They were equals.How can I connect with a beast like him? How could I make him call me his? How can I love my childhood friend who has become a merciless monster?

What is a story without a reader?Nothing.Stories are for the readers to define.What about a story with four readers?It is a lot for the story, but for the author the story is far from being satisfactory.So when the author closes the story beloved to only four readers.How do they deal with it?How do they deal with the end?What happens when the author swallows the key to the story’s life.Especially when it simply became beyond human terms.