Surviving in the Demon's Academy as a Human

Judas stood atop a jagged hill of obsidian, his form radiant against the crimson sky of Hell. His once youthful frame had grown strong, broad shoulders wrapped in a flowing tailcloat of black and gold. a thick black horns protrudes in his head, trimmed with fiery accents that seemed to flicker like living embers. His eyes burned with an intense, otherworldly glow—flames that mirrored the infernal energy coursing through his veins. To most who dared glance at him, he was a figure of terror, a living nightmare, the kind of man whose presence alone could crush the will of even the strongest demon.

And yet, to certain demon chicks, he was something entirely different. They whispered and giggled, their faces flushed with admiration. In their eyes, he wasn't just a powerful Demon Noble—he was a heartthrob, a darling, a dream made flesh.

He shook his head, letting out a soft chuckle. How did it come to this?

His mind drifted back to a conversation long ago, to a simpler time when he was just a frail human boy trapped in Hell. Lilith's laughter rang in his ears like a phantom, her voice as sharp and teasing as ever: "Enjoy the journey, not the destination."

Back then, he had scoffed at the absurdity of her advice. What journey was there to enjoy in a world that wanted him dead? How could he savor chaos, danger, and despair? He had dismissed her words as the ramblings of an eccentric demoness who thrived on mocking him.

But now, as he stood surrounded by the weight of his own legacy, he couldn't deny the truth in them.

Hell, for all its madness, had brought him to life in ways Earth never could. Back there, he was just a boy with a dull routine, shackled by expectations he couldn't meet. Here, he had fought, bled, and clawed his way to the top. He had laughed, cried, and lived with a fire he never knew he had. Every wound, every triumph, every moment of absurdity—it all shaped him, carved him into the man he was now.

His gaze shifted to the group of women standing a respectful distance behind him—his harem. Each of them was a force of nature, beautiful and deadly in equal measure. They were psychopaths, every one of them capable of unspeakable violence, and yet they had fallen for him.

And it was his fault.

He had loved too much, cared too deeply, and refused to abandon anyone who had reached out to him. That love, that stubborn refusal to let go, had drawn them to him. Now, they depended on him, looked to him for guidance, protection, and even happiness.

It was a responsibility he didn't take lightly.

He remembered at that time when he was just a humble human named Aiden. "Aiden," his mother's voice echoed in his memories, warm and soothing. "Be happy, no matter what you do in life. Cherish it. It's yours, after all."

Those words had stayed with him, even here in the depths of Hell.

He turned to face his harem, his smile softening. They were watching him, some with expressions of adoration, others with their usual mix of defiance and longing. They bickered and clashed, their jealousy simmering beneath the surface, but Judas wouldn't let them destroy each other.

He loved them too much to allow it.

"I'll make sure you're all happy," he murmured, his voice low but resolute. "Even in this Hell, I'll give you the life you deserve."

The flames in his eyes burned brighter, a reflection of the fire in his heart. He didn't care what Hell threw at him next. He would face it head-on, just as he always had.

Because in this infernal realm, he had found something he never thought possible—life. A life worth fighting for, a journey worth savoring.

And for the first time, Judas truly understood what Lilith had meant.