My Life in Wednesday With a Vampire System

Chapter 153 152 : Valak

The three of them sat on the floor, papers spread out between them, the room still carrying that uneasy feeling from before, even if the immediate danger had passed.

Wednesday had already arranged the documents in a way that made sense to her, separating symbols from written notes, her attention fixed as she went through them again.

Enid picked up one of the papers, her eyes landing on a drawing immediately.

It was a snake.

Its mouth stretched open wider than normal, exaggerated, almost unnatural, the inside shaded in black and red like it was meant to represent something more than just an animal.

"Ew—ew," Enid said, pulling the paper slightly away from herself. "What even is that."

She looked up at Wednesday.

"Where did you even get all this creepy stuff?" she added, her tone halfway between disgust and disbelief.

"In a murder house," Wednesday replied without looking up, turning another page as if that explained everything.

Enid stared at her for a second, the paper still held at arm's length like it might do something if she got too close.

"Okay, yeah, that tracks," she said, her tone flat but strained, then looked back down at it with visible reluctance. "Still gross."

She shifted closer to Ethan without really thinking about it, like proximity alone was enough to make the situation slightly less terrible.

"This is not normal, right?" she added quickly. "Like even for us standards, this is… extra."

Her eyes flicked between the papers again, then back to Wednesday.

"Also, can we talk about the fact something literally tried to get into my head," she continued, her voice picking up again, frustration slipping in now that the fear had somewhere to go. "Because I feel like that should be the main topic right now."

She dropped the snake paper back onto the pile like she was done with it.

"And why is it always me," she muttered, dragging a hand through her hair. "Like, I didn't sign up to be demon target number one."

She paused, then glanced at Ethan.

"…I'm not demon target number one, right?"

There was a very real pause after that.

"Umm… don't know," Ethan said, glancing at the papers before looking back at her. "But I might've pissed it off enough that it actually comes after you."

Enid blinked at him.

"Wow," she said flatly. "That is not comforting."

She crossed her arms slightly, still sitting close to him, then looked between the two of them.

"Why can't it target you or Wednesday instead," she asked, her tone shifting into something more pointed.

Ethan didn't react much.

"First, it's more than welcome to try," he said. "But you know how that ends with me."

Enid looked at him for a second.

Yeah.

That tracked.

After what she'd seen, Ethan was probably more dangerous than whatever was out there, which honestly didn't make her feel better.

Her gaze shifted to Wednesday.

That was worse.

If something tried to get into Wednesday's head, it probably wouldn't end in possession, it would end in the demon regretting its entire existence.

Enid let out a slow breath and dropped her shoulders.

"Great," she muttered. "So I'm the easiest target."

She flopped back slightly, then sat up again almost immediately, still too on edge to relax.

"I hate this," she added, running a hand through her hair. "I just want one normal week without ghosts, demons, or anything trying to crawl into my brain."

"If it makes you feel better," Wednesday said, her tone even as she continued going through the notes, "this thing is less dangerous. There is a larger entity behind it."

Enid looked at her immediately, not reassured in the slightest, her expression tightening instead of relaxing.

"Really?" she asked, her voice carrying more doubt than comfort.

Wednesday didn't respond with words.

She simply turned another page and slid it toward Enid, deliberate, like she already knew the reaction it would get.

Enid took it, her eyes dropping to the image—

And then stopping completely.

It was a nun.

Or something using that shape.

The face was pale in a way that didn't look human, like the color had been drained out entirely, the lips dark and hollow against it, and the eyes yellow, not glowing, not exaggerated, just fixed in a way that made it feel like they were looking back instead of being drawn.

Enid's fingers tightened around the edge of the paper as her throat went dry, her usual reactions not coming out the way they normally would.

She swallowed slowly, her gaze still stuck on it.

"…yeah," she said, her voice quieter now, stripped of its usual energy. "That is not helping."

She held it there for another second before pulling the page slightly away from herself, like distance might make it less real.

"That's the 'big boss,' isn't it," Enid said, already knowing the answer and clearly not liking it.

"Yes," Ethan replied, his tone matter-of-fact as he looked at the image. "That's Valak. A demon that was cast out and ended up in hell, and it's not just powerful, it's sadistic."

Enid stared at him for a second.

Then she grabbed his collar and shook him, not gently.

"Why the heck are you messing with this kind of thing?" she snapped, pulling him forward and back. "We are teenagers, not some demon-exterminating squad!"

"I signed up for school drama, maybe some claws and fangs stuff, not… whatever this is," she continued, gesturing at the paper like it personally offended her.

Her gaze snapped back to him.

"And don't say 'it just happened,' because it always just happens around you!"

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