Yes, everything that happened up until this point was like a webnovel, pretty cliche if you asked me.

What next, would a system screen pop up once I woke up? I don't know but I was really hoping for one.

From what I've read, those things tend to make you grow stronger faster; which I really needed at this point. I was 2 year lagging beyond others.

Although I was unconcious, I could still feel and hear eveything. I just could not open my eyes. I was much focused on the sweet addictive feeling I was having as a warm numbness coursed through my body. Basically, I think I was high at the moment.

I could hear myself let out groans of pleasure from time to time like I was having a wet dream. How embarassing! Thank heavens no one was around to hear me; and see me naked too.

I bet my parents had already left the house to attend to their duties-otherwise, they would have already stormed into my room to find out what was going on with all the noise.

The warmth going through my body soon started to dim and I was waking up. I was kind of disheartened, I did not want it to stop. But like I always say, nothing lasts for ever.

Waking up, I soon got to my feet, still savoring the little sensation that was dying out. I noticed that it was still dark outside.

I could feel goosebumbs rise and fall in waves as they travelled all over my body but soon I found out they weren't goosebumbs but actual miniature dark scales when they go to my arms.

They left as quick as they came.

With just this, I could already tell I wasn't human any more. So if I wasn't human; and the book that turned me into this was written by a demon, then it only made sense that I was now a demon.

I did not know whether to laugh or cry at the revelation. I new becoming a demon was some sort of punishment to divine beings and I was hoping I wouldn't stay like this forever. But yet again, if this was a form that could give me strength to prove everyone wrong and have my revenge, then I would gladly accept it.

The word demon just didn't sit well with me.

After, adjusting my mindset to accept my new self, I proceeded to check whether my emblem had activated and like expected, it had. Only that it was-a bit strange.

It was now big enough to be seen and had taken a shape of two wings facing outwards with their root tips almost touching each other. Like they had been plucked out of a bird and arranged in a position the bird would have while flying.

One of the wings was golden and shaped like a demonic wing while the other was still dark but shaped like an angel's wing.

"Hm, I guess that confirms that I am now a demon. Does the twin emblem have anything to do with Ramiel being angel turned demon? But then, why would I have both wings? Ramiel was now a demon so it would only make sense if I had just the demon wing," I stroked my chin thoughtfully.

While thinking, I figured that maybe the system, if I had one could answer my questions. I just had a belief that the book had disintegrated along with the black smog and entered my body to form a system.

Unfortunately that wasn't true!

The book was on the floor next to my feet. Looking at it, I had a feeling it was ridiculing my stupidity and fantasies.

I picked up the book and noticed that the skeletal fingers locking the book started opening when I touched the book. Once they fully opened, they disintegrated into golden specs. It was quite impressive to watch.

"Okay, here we go? " I let out a long deep breath in anticipation.

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I could feel my heart racing with excitement. Why wouldn't it? Who wouldn't be excited to unraveled the deepest secrets of the world.

*FLIP*

I flipped the cover open.

Lo and behold, NOTHING!

*FLIP FLIP FLIP*

I flipped and flipped through the whole book and not a single letter I could find.

There was only one word that could describe how I was feeling right now - Disappointed!

However, two ideas came into my mind. One- that maybe the knowledge had now transferred into my head. Two- that maybe I had to write down questions in book to get the answers I needed.

Without wasting a moment, I carried out the option which seemed realistic.

Picking a pen from my backpack that was surprisingly the only thing that was still intact in my room, I wrote down - [Can you explain what just happened?]

Infront of my eyes, the words I had written down inside the blank page disappeared into the page, making it blank again.

A couple of seconds passed as I waited in anticipation for an answer.

"Story time," a deep wise calm voice came out of the book as black smog started forming on top of the pages which started making dramatic life-like scenes which where later narrated by the voice. It was like watching a movie.

"After a long time traveling around the world, The Book Of Ramiel finally found a nephilim rich in misery to wield it. That nephilim's name- Tyler Azarel. Found as a baby eighteen years ago and raised to the man he is now, he has lived a miserable life. All this misery stored and pent up with in his soul. Thanks to this, he was able to supply the book with a large amount of misery to unlock it.

Now with the book, and being transformed to a half demon, he is intent on having his revenge on everyone who made him miserble. But first, he must become stronger."

The narration ended and the images formed by the black smog dissipated.

At this point, I was extremely shocked. My eyes had widened and my pupils had constricted to the point of being small dots. My mouth was agape that a housefly could enter it and I still wouldn't do anything about it.

My heart began beating strongly but at a slower pace.

"NEPHILIM?!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I couldn't help but scream out my shock.

Yeah sure, not being my parent's biological child shed some light on why they mistreated me and not my sister. But literally being a nephilim - that was so overfetched.

The word nephilim wasn't new to me. Even before I found the book, I knew about the nephilim from my mythology hobby.

I just couldn't imagine that I was one of them.

From what I learnt from mythology, the nephilim were literal giants, the heroes of their time. They were the strongest. Then why the hell was I average human size and weak beyond redemption?! Infact, I would be considered short for an eighteen year old boy in this generation.

The blurb behind the book also claimed that the nephilim were all cast out of the earth before it was wiped out - so what the hell was I doing here? Even if I wasn't cast out, I couldn't have possibly survived the flood as a baby.

No nephilim was supposed to exist on earth unless - another divine being came and procreated with a human 19 years ago to give birth to me.

"No this all a lie! Nothing adds up......." I broke into a meniacle laughter just thinking about it, "You know what book, if you wanted to lie to me you could have made up a more believable story! How stupid do you think I am?!"

Through the time I was laughing, I could see the black smog forming again.

"At least you have the heart to explain your self."

Suddenly, the black smog dissappeared and no narration came up. The warm numbness I was feeling earlier started draining to the point of nothingness. The draining effect did not stop but continued sucking my energy away. I was starting to turn pale and my forehead had cold beads of sweat. Just as I thought it wouldn't get worse, I felt an indescribable hunger threatening to destroy my insides. It was a hunger ten thousand times what I ususally felt.

With a pained expression, I fell to my knees, clenching my stomach with my free hand. It took all of my will to keep myself from screaming.

Pained groans still managed to escape through my grinding teeth.

"AHH, anghhh!"

"W-what is - happening?" I cried.

"I'm sorry you think your story was made up. You can do your research on that if you like. However, I cannot answer any more of your questions. You have exhausted all your demonic energy. Without it, you won't be able to use me. You will starve yourself to the point of losing your sanity. Once that's done, your demonic form will forcefully takeover to feed. You do not want to know what will happen once that occurs.

To stop this, please feed on misery to make more demonic energy and satiate your hunger.."

"Feed on misery?!!" the words barely managed to escape my lips as my eyes landed on my pet mouse that was squeeking at an arms length away from me. It must have been freed from its cage from the wind earlier.

I suddenly had the conviction to make the mouse - suffer.

Reaching out, I grabbed it gently and it seemed like it did not mind at all. If only it knew what I was about to do. I honestly did not want to but I had to - the pain was unbearable.

Petting it one last time, I said emotionally, "I- I'm sorry" My voice came of as a whisper towards the end of that sentence.

My resolve steeled and I started squeezing the mouse in my hand.

I could hear the mouse's struggling miserble squeels of pain as I squeezed harder and harder.

A dark smog began forming over the mouse's body and started moving towards me. Like a sponge, my body gladly absorbed the smog that was around it at an alarming rate.

Ah, the satisfaction!

The pain I was feeling in my stomach lessened to a bareable rate as I absorbed the last of the smog from the dead mouse.

Silence reigned once again and I threw the mouse away.

"Congratulations on your first feed. However, the misery wasn't enough to remove the hunger. You will have to feed again until the hunger is gone. " I could hear the same narration voice from the book.

"What did you make me do?!" I glanced at the dead mouse in disbelief, "Mickey?"

I stared at the book again, horrified.

"Wasn't enough? You want me to kill humans don't you?! I'm so- screwed!"