Chapter 3: The Demon Lord at Miskatonic High School (1)

The moment Lars von Rosen stepped through the gates of Miskatonic High School in Vrenford, he realized that defending his status as Demon Lord wouldn’t be the hardest part of his new life.

He and Camila had taken only a few steps into the courtyard when hysterical screams erupted just ahead.

"CAMIII!"

"Camila! We missed you so much!"

Camila ran toward them with her arms wide open, leaving Lars behind. The four girls threw themselves into a group hug so melodramatic you’d think they hadn’t seen each other in a century.

In fact, barely twelve hours had passed.

One of the girls shot a sly glance over Camila’s shoulder.

"Hey, Cami, who’s that hot guy you came with?"

"Don’t tell me you finally decided to get yourself a boyfriend?" another asked.

"I never thought a party girl like you would have a thing for the dark and brooding type. Guess opposites really do attract," the third added.

"No, no. That’s actually my big brother."

"Your big brother...?"

For a few seconds, the three girls stared at her in confusion.

"...oh, right! I remember you telling us once that you had a brother studying abroad. So that’s him?"

The girl turned her gaze to Lars, who was looking around with curiosity.

Tall and lean, with hair as dark as night, gleaming black eyes, and skin almost as pale as milk.

Then she looked back at Camila.

Short and curvy, with naturally wavy brown hair dyed a flashy pink, caramel-toned skin, and hazel eyes.

"Something doesn’t add up."

She looked back and forth between them one more time, just to make sure.

"Nope. Still doesn’t make sense."

"Just so we’re clear from the start: don’t any of you even think about flirting with my brother. Got it?"

Camila’s tone was so cold and threatening that all three of them simply nodded.

"Perfect! Good girls."

Camila’s radiant smile returned as if nothing had happened.

She turned to Lars and waved one arm enthusiastically.

"What are you doing all the way over there by yourself, big bro? Come on, get over here! I want you to meet my best friends!"

With his hands in his uniform pockets and his backpack hanging from one shoulder, Lars made his way over at an excruciatingly slow pace.

It was pretty obvious that meeting them wasn’t exactly high on his list of priorities.

"Big bro, these are Jessica, Emily, and Mia. Girls, this is Lars."

"N-N-Nice to meet you, Lars..." the three stammered, their teeth chattering as if they were standing in their underwear at the North Pole.

He responded with a simple wave.

Girls these days sure are strange...

A little farther away, a group of boys watched Lars with less-than-friendly looks, exchanging a few words under their breath.

One of them — a very tall, broad-shouldered redhead — glared at Lars with even more obvious hostility.