My Demon Professors Are All Gorgeous Girls

Lysara didn’t waste time.

She led me to the old garden, now overrun with black vines.

"Enter," she said, "and face what holds you back."

"Another trial?" I asked.

"Not from the world. From yourself."

The thorns responded to my fear. My anger. Every vine wrapped around a weakness.

Memories sharpened into blades.

Lilith bleeding. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Yuria screaming.

My own hands glowing with power I didn’t understand.

I almost failed.

But at the end, I found the truth buried beneath the vines:

I wasn’t scared of losing.

I was scared of becoming something unrecognizable.