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"your really... annoying, Desmond your going to pay for this later" growled Deilos when he was completely overpowered by the amount of tentacles that was binding him down.

~a few minutes before Deilos got pulled into the teleport spell~

Deilos felt something grad his arm and a large blue seal was underneath him, just as he opens his eyes more of the large tentacles reaching up towards him very quickly, as a combative demon, by his natural instinct was to fight back, he first grad the tentacle that griped him by his arm and tore it off with a single swipe, his left hand touched his necklace, "release" he commanded, and instantly a large 6 foot scythe appeared in his left hand, when he did that his feet had already sunk into the seal, making him immobile. the teacher shouted at deilous about no fighting in the class, but Deilos didn't bother about the warning, he swung his scythe around violently sniping off any tentacles that attempts to grip his body, even though there were none gripping him, his still continues to sink into the seal, as more amount of tentacles appears to drag him down faster. Soon he was overpowered as the tentacles grips his joints tightly making him unable to move any longer. Deilos stare at Desmond with a wicked smile, "your really annoying..." If Desmond noticed, Deilos wasn't even making much of an effort to run away in the first place, he just wanted some entertainment.

The tentacles that were violently snapped during the small struggle damaged his surroundings when they went flying out apparently some of the weaker students got slapped hard in the face by them. Leaving a deep red mark across their faces.

~present~

Deilous opened his wings when he realize where he was being sent too, however he was dropping off from the ceiling he had to hover down otherwise he would crash into the table and chairs below him, opening his wings and flapping, he looks trice as huge as his demonic black and blue wings appeared, landing with a small thud on the ground with his scythe behind him, looking around that, that were no others nearby his wings disappeared into thin air like magic, and speaking of a demonic language his large weapon shrunk and turned back into a necklace again, putting it around his neck once again.

Looking around he sees a pile of paper, walking over, he started to read them "this is... clubs approval? Don't Desmond have enough people to approve of this? why would he need me"