All Chapters of Zarah and The Seven Apocalyptic Princes: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

As the black miasma is no longer a treat, I am back to the books to study for next week’s finals. There’s been a huge uproar about the sudden disappearance of the black miasma. Numerous questions have been thrown left and right how the poisonous gas could disappear overnight. There have been rumours about someone spotting a raging dragon. Others say that it was a miracle of the citizen’s prayers to God. Some say that the miasma might have a limit on how long it could stay in the earth’s atmosphere. Multiple theories has been posted and reported online, but no one was sure what really happened—that it was the Dark Reaper who cleansed the air.I smile to myself as I flip the page of the book that I am reading. For the last three days, I have spent most of my time in the school library, which I rarely do since I get a lot of stares from other students. Before, I would get stares because of my family name, but this time, with my great contribution to the miasma as the head healer, I ha

Swarms of flies are gathering everywhere, and it almost seems like theres a black river devouring every edible display on shelves. It is only thanks to Mammon and his aura that I haven’t been swarmed by the flies just yet. Seeing how the flies were buzzing frantically as they hit the shield procured by Mammon almost made Belphegor faint. Amazing. One of the great demon princes is afraid of bugs. “NOOOO!” Speak of the devil. Mammon suddenly screams. I tried to look over to Mammon, but with Belphegor still clinging to me, I had to throw the seventh demon prince over my shoulder just to get him off my back. “Ow! Zarah, that hurts!” I ignore Belphegor’s whining.“What’s wrong?” I ask out of panic, ignoring how Belphegor was clinging to my legs at the time. Mammon responds to me by pointing at the fruit aisle. “They ate all the grapes!” This stupid little bitch. I know that I am cussing a lot in my mind lately, but can you blame me? “This isn’t really the time to be worrying about

The uproar regarding the flies soon turned huge. With no explanation on how to deal with the flies, range hunters have been placing pods that connect together to form a shield around evacuation areas since we could not possibly place them all over the town. However, against the flies from Belzeebub, it was futile. The flies could easily break through them. The only reason it is holding is because I asked Mammon and Leviathan to reinforce it and make it stronger. “Are you sure that’s where Belzeebub is?” Belphegor and I are now back in my room, discussing the whereabouts of the sixth prince. “Yes. I am definitely sure. How could you doubt me?” Belphegor sternly crosses his arms. “I know I may be a coward, but I doubled check the place. He is certainly there.” “Calm down.” I show him my palms. “Even though you are a demon, I trust you. I just want to make sure that I am not hearing things. I want to ask again—is Belzeebub’s location in the landfill?” I try my best not to gag at the t

I have long since lost sight of the twins tailing behind me as I run closer to where the scene of action is. Archer and Belzeebub were still at it, firing and charging at one another. Belzeebub has the upper hand. He continues to charge at Archer brutally that the only thing that Archer could do was build a shield around him. Archer was alone. Where are the other hunters!? While the two were in the midst of clashing, Belzeebub seemed to have found a weak spot on Archer’s shield. Using his claw, he jabs long, pointed nails to Archer’s side. The claw punctured and broke the shield. Ajax screams and it is only then that I realize that the claw punctured his side right below his lower rib, leaving him in immense pain and bleeding. I fear that it must have hit one of his lungs because he seems to be having trouble breathing.Archer mustered up some strength so he could swat away Belzeebub. The sixth demon prince flew back with a shriek while Archer falls to his knees. Grinning, Belzeebub

I’ve never been such a good liar. And even if I were, the guilt is always eating me up. With Archer, it feels more difficult because I am under immense pressure. I never expected him to ask me such a question that the alibi that I needed wouldn’t come out. How am I supposed to cover this up? “How could you say that I am the Dark Reaper just because the sensation of my healing ability is similar?” “You’re the only huntress here who has a superior healing talent.” “I am the only huntress that you currenly know to have such a talent, you mean. There could be many others like me that haven’t allowed themselves to be known.” I can’t believe that I am learning how to gaslight one of the academy’s top hunter. I can’t believe how low I have become. At this point, I don’t think that I can still blame this entirely on the demons. Archer looks slightly convinced by my alibi, but I know that it is not enough to fully disclose his suspicion that I am the Dark Reaper. “Yes. You’re right.” Arch