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Amon Lynch

"If you don't learn how to follow the rules I'm going to put you in a skimpy maid uniform, don't test me."

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a character in “Academy for the Supernatural”, as played by coricidinForte

Description






Age: "My age?" The look he gives you is incredulous, but it quickly transforms into amusement, the corners of his mouth rising in silent deprecation. "I may be a child in demon standards, but I've still existed long enough for me to be your elder, show some respect." He pauses, considering something, and speaks again with a frown. "Alright, fine, in Earth years I'm eighteen. Happy?"

Gender: Male

Race: Royal Demon

Sexuality: "Girls, boys, they're pretty much the same thing - aren't they?"




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Height: 5'6"/167 cm
"Listen here, everyone in this school is just damn tall. Make a comment about my height and I'll give you detention. Got it?"


Weight: 112lbs/50kg

Voice (Warning : Spoilers for Sankarea)

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Dull Amber




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Personality:Calling Amon evil would be cliché and stereotypical, it’s true that he is a demon and lacks morality and that he definitely doesn’t possess the emotional spectrum that humans have, but he was kicked out of Hell by his father for his laziness and lacking the passion for damning souls to Hell after all. That being said, he is far from being a ray of sunshine either. He abuses his power and enjoys terrorizing the other students with strict rules, harsh consequences, and questionable school events. If you cross his path and you might find yourself cleaning the old school pool, by hand, while he sits off to the side playing a hand held video game, so he’s not about to roll you in the fires of Hell anytime soon. The boy is arrogant, believing himself to be practically untouchable, and he is also affected by massive pride, reacting badly whenever he is disrespected or insulted. He’s royalty, the son of Satan, and he expects to be treated as such, but he’s not against forcing people to practically become his servants either.

The skill he harnesses to control others, and maintain his power, is merciless manipulation and black mail. He doesn’t really care about what happens to others as long as he gets what he wants, so while he’s not needlessly cruel and doesn’t run around literally torturing people, he’s cruel in his own ways. The student council president is dogmatic and wants things done his way, and isn’t one to listen to reason, so if he wants the school festival to have a zombie maid café in the middle of the haunted house and a shooter game that shoots back then it’s going to happen one way or another. Amon’s actions are based on his own selfish amusement, although just because he’s happy doesn’t mean he’ll be any less of a little shit. He’s blunt and doesn’t hold back with his opinions, and he can be sarcastic and quite mean, it’s a mystery whether or not it’s possible for him to care about anyone besides his sister who often receives the same harsh treatment.

He is a bit of a playful entity, and though he plays souls and the dead, often in some of the worst ways, his mischief isn’t always disastrous. Like many supernatural creatures he enjoys having fun, no matter how unconventional that type of fun is. He likes some competition, despite hating to lose, and though he is regularly overwhelmingly intense Amon can be less than dead serious at times. Of course, he is far from kind, but even he seeks to maintain some friendships, although how healthy those friendships are is debatable considering he takes advantage of others so he doesn’t have to do much work. He enjoys sleeping in and cutting class, he likes to go on adventures and sitting in front of a television screen and doesn’t seem to care too much about anything important outside of living the type of strange, frivolous, absurd life he is so fond of. There is one factor that makes him particularly dangerous though, and that is his short temper. While he doesn’t show any qualms against being violent it isn’t until he is angry that he actually proves himself to truly be the demon that he is, and when he starts, it’s hard to snap him back to being the regular eccentric student council president that the majority of the student body loathes so much - but at least he’s good at organizing interesting school festivals right?


Talents:

  • Manipulating The School Board
  • Maintaining Academic Superiority
  • Black Mailing
  • Organizing Events and Festivals
  • Fencing

Likes

  • Orderly Chaos
  • Power
  • Horror Movies
  • Fencing
  • Sweets
  • Female Idol Groups
  • Dead Things
  • Organizing Events and Festivals
  • Blood
  • Video Games
  • Generally getting under peoples skin

Dislikes

  • Being Disrespected
  • Following Rules
  • Cocky People
  • Having his short stature being pointed out
  • Documentaries
  • Coffee
  • Paperwork
  • Thunder Storms
  • Broccoli
  • Delinquent Students
  • Anything to do with God and Heaven. ex. The bible, Churches, Rosaries

Powers:

  • Necromancy: This is Amon’s primary and most powerful ability, being what he has practiced the most. Amon can reanimate the dead and control them; he also has the ability to decide whether or not to affect the brain enough to give the cadaver sentience. More often than not he will use the dead as puppets but there are plenty of occasions where he allows them to roam on their own terms, particularly with his pet zombie cat, Rascal. The dead he reanimates can only be killed again through decapitation, but he can undo his actions at will. Along with this he can summon the dead in the form of spirits that are trapped on Earth, aka, ghosts, and he can communicate with ghosts and see them as easily as he can see the living, along with controlling them as well.
  • Induced Temptation (Sin): Being a descent of Satan Amon can naturally affect the desires of humans, and to an extent, other supernatural creatures as well, although this is more difficult and is an ability that he has not yet mastered. People that stand close enough to Amon can be affected by changes in his aura, which essentially poison the mind, and although this can be enough the effects are stronger with words – it is similar to the snake tempting Eve to eat the apple, and is a form of mind control. However, how he affects people is limited to the seven deadly sins; Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy and Pride. It simply makes other inclined to let go of their inhibitions and give into their sin, and the stronger the sin already is in the individual, the most successful the enchantment will be.
  • Monster Transformation: Otherwise known as his true form, Amon can shift into his true form at Earth, but at a price. His true form is impeccably large, which is most likely the reason he is so upset about the size of his human form, and also holds his true power, being considerably more powerful than his human form. To transform Amon must consume an enormous amount of blood, and that usually means he must sacrifice someone and drink them dry, but isn’t necessarily the only way to get enough blood, but it is certainly the easiest. The power he gains from consuming such a grand amount remains for three days before it depletes, so he must transform within the allotted time frame. In his true form Amon gains the ability of absolute necromancy, being able to summon legions of the undead, and along with this he gains the ability to breathe fire, but not control it. How long the transformation lasts depends on when he transforms, if he transforms 48 hours after he drinks enough blood, then he’ll have 24 hours before he must transform back. After a transformation Amon becomes utterly exhausted, needing to sleep for days to make up for the strain, and it also exhausts his powers, making him terribly feeble for at least a week.
  • Hell Portal: Using mirrors Amon is able to communicate with demons, and his father, back in Hell. He is also able to use the mirrors to move between Hell and Earth however, he is unable to do so currently, as his father prevents him from doing so.

Flaws/Weaknesses:

  • Prideful, Arrogant & Dogmatic
  • Passionate with his interests, but is lazy and cuts corners anywhere else
  • Needs Blood to Survive
  • Vulnerable to Exorcisms and Holy Water
  • Using his Powers on Earth results in Fatigue
  • Afraid of Thunder Storms

    Romantic Interest:N/A




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    History: Amon Lynch, honestly, Lynch is a surname he decided for himself and his younger sister, this child of Satan has no true surname. The creation of the royal demon mirrored the birth of a star, and it was the fire in the heart of Hell that remains coated in unforgiving ice. The dead seemed to favor the child, often catering to his commands, no matter how harsh the brat was with punishment. As he grew so did his influence over those that had once been living, and the macabre creature would spend hours learning how to control his power, until he was able to make the souls of Hell dance around the kingdom and engage in amusing antics that entertained himself, but pissed off his father. It was what he enjoyed more than anything else, absolute power over the dead, but this spawn of Hell soon learned that as royalty there was much more expected of him, and he grew to resent these rules as he attempted to simply brush them off.

    He did live up to the expectations of how a demon should be, Amon, in short, was a lazy brat who didn’t even show much interest in damming souls to Hell. He wasn’t soft hearted, and his tricks were typically cruel, but he was marked as childish and a lover of what was seen as pointless. All he seemed to care about was human fun, breaking rules and the dead that he loved oh so much. The young demon claimed to not care about torturing souls and yet still claimed that one day the throne of Hell would be his, what he planned to do with it at that age remains a mystery to his father, who would hear none of it. Satan was sure that with time his son would grow out of his apathy and immaturity, but the day never came, so he punished his son by taking away luxury and most of his power and sent him up to Earth to attend Supernatural Academy, banishing him until graduation.

    However, Amon doesn’t seem to mind this too much. He’s upset and bitter about how much of his power has been taken away, and certainly misses being waited on and treated as a prince, yet quite enjoys it at the Academy, and at Earth, and it is where he found some passion. Angry at his father, from first day of his exile he decided that he wouldn’t kneel down to his father’s rule and would rebel, and not by murdering or torturing others like his father might have hoped. Instead Amon got himself on the student council and learned to manipulate the staff of the school, using his abilities and rhetoric to an advantage, and now he has gained great control as the student council president. He organizes festivals and events that are more or less, controversial, and uses black mail when other manipulation tactics fail, and in this position of power is where his cruelty manifests.

    Today Amon abuses his power typically without remorse, often breaking the school rules just because he can along with terrorizing the other students. He may be a ridiculous ruler but he is often seen as a proper representative of the school by the school board and is practically the school’s poster boy, typically praised for festival success, his grades that usually make top marks and trophies won for the fencing team. To an outsider Amon may look the like perfect student, but this is far from the truth, and he remains a lazy brat, messing around and playing with the lives of other students to his heart’s desire.


    Clubs: Student Council (President), Captain of the Fencing Team

    Relationships With Other Characters:

    • Katherine Goldsworthy - The Student Council Vice President
    • Belial Lynch - Sister




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「まじっすか?」

So begins...

Amon Lynch's Story

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Katherine looked up to the large school and felt a smirk tug at her mouth. She was anticipating another school year there. At the end of the last one she ended up being the school vice president and made a friend name Belial Lynch. She made it through the school year without issue or without anyone discovering her true lineage. Right now she was happy about the situation. She had just been dopped off by a taxi after a long ride from her home. Now here she was carrying her luggage to he room. "106." she stated and remembered the letter she had receieved a few weeks earlier about her roomate situation and she only knew one of them but that was okay as she was good at making good first impression.

She unlocked the door and walked in taking one of the big single beds and sighed. Katherine decided to unpack her stuff later and left her luggage on her bed. She stood up again and left her room, making sure to close and lock the door before heading outside the dormitory. Katherine started walking around unsure of where she was goung but she didn't care. Katherine ignored the looks of disdain from those students who knew she was a vampire as i was normal. Most of the students she knew hated her race but again she didn't care as she saw it pathetic. If they had issues with one vampire common sense would be to hate that one vampire not hate all vampires as it wasn't all of them that did wrong to you. Then there were those who hated vampires without an appearant reason and Katherine found it idiotic as really they weren't the scariest of the races. Katherine thought that maybe those who were literally the spawn of Satan would be hated more than vampires.

Katherine giggled lightly at the thought and continued walking. In her lifetime many have hated her most of the time without reason when she was younger while when she got older and grew into the cold-hearted, possibly sociopathic, bitch she is today and really she didn't care. Katherine doesn't love anyone and looks out for herself and herself only and that's just how she is and someone has yet to change that and she doubted anyone would care enough to as if they served no purpose or were useless to her she wouldn't hesistate to mentally torture them as they would probably annoy the hell out of her. No one gets close to Katherine as she refuses to let them. It would possibly "soften" her and she couldn't allow that. Even so she was not a bully. She doesn't pick on the weak or harm the weaker without reason but rather those who feel as if they can overpower her or those who wish to pick a fight with her or simply those who she knows are strong or arrogant and she chooses to hurt them like they hurt others. That's what made her different from bullies as those worthless beings are weak themselves for picking on those who are smaller or weaker than them.

That's just how Katherine is and that's what she was guessing what made her sort of friends with Amon Lynch as in some ways they're similar. She didn't hate him but she doesn't love him as she doesn't think she's unable to love anyone as she says. She continued walking choosing to push those thoughts from her mind and figure out where she wanted to go.

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Character Portrait: Amon Lynch Character Portrait: Belial Lynch Character Portrait: Katherine Goldsworthy
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There was a giant eyesore in the middle of the sky, it was probably called something stupid like the sun, but honestly Amon currently didn’t care for formalities, right now it was ‘that stupid big ball of fire that was glaring through my window’. Groaning with exasperation the short boy reached forward and tugged the curtains over the dormitory window, and the metal beam supporting the navy material shook from the force. Why was this happening? His eyes were similar to felines, and they narrowed in his enmity, silent rage practically radiating off of him. Stupid, it was all so stupid, how could they put him in a dorm room with other students? Three years and he had never had this problem; this was supposed to be his final year dealing with these imbeciles, why if one more thing went wrong –

“Onii-sama!”

He practically heard something bursting in his head. “Yes, Belial?” The young demon turned his head to catch sight of his sister, of that silly eye patch covering her right eye, dressed in that frilly red and white uniform. Her hands unconsciously played with the hem of her skirt, and as her eye looked around the room he walked forward, slapping her hands away before some pervert came around. “Ow!” The girl frowned, and without remorse the prince pushed past her, out of his dorm and into the hall, his sister trailing after him. “Aren’t you going to unpack your things?” Her questions were annoying, and he shook his head, figuring he could get someone else to do that for him later, and continued down the corridor.

It was bad enough when she showed up at the end of the year, now she was actually a student, and what was more was that she was a student council member. Amon placed his hands at his temples and rubbed the spots, making sure the petite girl would keep her mouth shut as he thought over the situation. It wasn’t terrible that she was here, she was useful, but she could also be dreadfully annoying when she decided to pester him, or when she attempted to convince him of something, and really, he didn’t want to hear it, especially not when it was still morning. When he saw her mouth open again he snapped, glaring at a student who had yet to dress in this uniform, and soon the words were coming out with his sister gripping onto his forearm. “Hey.” His voice was steady and dark, dripping with unspoken threats. “Does it look like we’re at an American public school to you? Fucking Hell, dress properly.” He allowed his sister to pull him away, too lethargic to act against it, or listen to her words of how classes hadn’t even started. This was going to be a long year, hopefully he could make it at least sort of entertaining.


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She increased her pull on her elder brother, taking him away from the confused victim to the wrath born from a series of vexing occurrences. The violet haired girl only let go when Amon returned to looking in front of him, his eyes drifting, most likely in thought, and she huffed, rolling her eyes at his behavior. Honestly, she didn’t get him at all! Why did he think he could just do anything he want, ignore the duty of his species, but continue on expecting to be pampered because of his heritage? They shared blood, and she hadn’t given up on him yet, but it was difficult and already there were drums beginning to bang in her head.

Still, Belial was excited; she held her hands together and twiddled her fingers, looking around the ornate school with an impression of wonder. What would it be like attending school? Already was she friends with a girl named Katherine, but she imagined what she might learn, the allies she might make, everything that would make her stronger and wiser, and then suddenly she ran into her brothers back, the male suddenly coming to a stop. “What’s going on?” She questioned, peering over to the space he was staring at, and spotting the very person she was just thinking about – Katherine.

What her brother thought of the student council Vice President remained a mystery, but Belial worried for the young vampire, fearing that her brother was more inclined to treat fellow supernatural creatures like toys before discarding them. With the bow attached to her skirt bouncing with her movements the freshmen walked forward ahead of the brother, her lips curling upwards as she approached the other female who kept her elegant hair long. “Hello Katherine-senpai.” Her words felt awkward, still not completely accustomed to using Japanese honorifics, but she remained confident, keeping her voice regular as she stood in front of the upperclassmen, with her brother soon standing by her side.

“You look like you’re in a good mood. Snap any necks on the way here?” Belial’s head jerked to her brother, eyebrows curled as she wondered what he meant by that sentence, but the demon’s expression only held casual amusement, a smirk paired with his hands tucked into the pockets of his uniform. Deciding to not think much of it the younger of the Lynch siblings chose to speak up as well, curious about things unrelated to shattered spines. “How was your vacation?” She asked, head tilting to the side if just by a few centimeters. What did vampires do during their vacations? Stuck on Earth she mostly prepared for the school year and tried to coax her brother into changing his attitude, well, at least she could successfully manage the former.

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Character Portrait: Amon Lynch Character Portrait: Belial Lynch Character Portrait: Katherine Goldsworthy
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Katherine had been walking as normal as ever when Belial approached her. "Hello Belial." she replied with a smile. Her attention turned to Amon and his statement. "Well it depends if you mean a human if so then no that's why if you mean a vampire then of course I did." she giggled once again at the truthfulness to her words. Before she came here she decided to take it upon herself to go after her paternal uncle and kill him as he posed a problem to he rif he tried to take the throne. Right now her current plans were kept under wraps but she also wondered what the headmaster was thinking letting several different royals attend the academy so suddenly. Either way she decided not to think about it for right now unless something seemed more suspicious.

"Though it wasn't snapping his neck alone that killed him." she smiled at the thought and finally replied to Belial's question. "My summer was actually great. I spent it in Italy like always and what about yours Belial, Amon?" she answered nonchalantly and and yet still showed interest. For right now she had her fill of inflicting pain on someone else and as proven it didn't matter if they were biologically related to her. Many of her "friends" knew this already about her which made them scared of her. She wasn't sure if Belial or Amon knew this but she thought on some level Amon knew this probably though she wasn't sure if she wanted Belial to know but this was also something she'd think about later. "Amon I was thinking we host some big event soon maybe to celebrate coming back?" she suggested for a reason. It gave her an excuse to hurt someone if they didn't complete their tasks or disobey any of them and though she wasn't big on feeding on random creatures she may easily find blood. So just like the many things she did it had an underlning purpose.

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Character Portrait: Amon Lynch Character Portrait: Belial Lynch Character Portrait: Katherine Goldsworthy Character Portrait: Carmon Whisp
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He pictured a faceless vampire lying in a ditch, the man's neck hanging limply and Katherine standing with her grin spread, a cartoon backdrop completing his mental scene. A smile crossed his visage, and briefly Amon chuckled, his funny bone tickled by his mental silent film. Now, he wasn't bloodthirsty, killing wasn't so fun to him personally, but Katherine on the other hand, now she was interesting, and he could tell that her heart had the valves to sustain a sadist. "Summer was alright, I completed some more games, terrorized villagers, that's a game in itself." He mused, glancing over to his sister, who currently stared at him with quite resentment.

"Right...It was fine. I'm glad to hear your summer was good!" The girl gave in, defeated, and though he looked back to Katherine Amon wondered how much Belial knew about Katherine. He wouldn't be surprised if she could easily read between the lines, in fact, judging by the quirk in her lips it seemed like she did. "Oh?" The proposition of an event brought up his mood, and his expression displayed mischief, while his sister rubbed the back of her neck nervously. "You know just what to say to make things interesting, Katherine. I'm dying to have some fun." Exaggerating his words he stretched ins arms, and landed his hand on Belial's shoulder, pushing her away gently, the short girl stumbling with a pout. "Go do something, adults are talking." He stated, his voice monotone and humor dry. The girl was fine at organizing things, but after her hanging around all summer, he needed some air, and to plot chaos in peace. "So," Again Amon spoke, clapping his hands together as the purple haired girl walked away anxiously. "What kind of event did you have in mind, my Mistress of Evil?"


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Having no choice but to listen to her brother, Belial walked away from the student council president and vice president, but only after bowing apologetically to the other girl. As she made her way down the hall she occasionally sent them concerned glances, brain picking apart of what they may do. Already her brother was looking to assert his dominance over the student population, looking to see that his power remained in tact so he could do whatever he pleased, and groaning the young demon placed her face in her hands. This was going to be a living Hell, wasn't it? Well...not literally, she still missed Hell, very much so, but already could she sense all the work she was going to have to do to make sure that the both of them will be able to return to their home.

Twirling her hair she continued to make her way down the hall, humming to herself as she regained her confidence. No! She could do this! All she had to do was get through this year and then she can officially be back on her path of seizing the mortal world for herself! "It's just a matter of time~" In a sing song voice she cheered for herself, and in the middle of her reverie she found herself exiting the building and entering the garden area, and instantly she spotted a blue haired girl, who for some reason, appeared upset. Blinking in her confusion, Belial tilted her head, her lips pressed together as she tried to decide what had caused the stranger to wear such an expression, and soon she approached the girl. "Um..." Stopping beside her she spoke up, hoping the student was okay, and not injured, or insane. "Excuse me but...are you okay?"

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Character Portrait: Amon Lynch Character Portrait: Belial Lynch Character Portrait: Allen Tabernathy Character Portrait: Katherine Goldsworthy
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Supernatural Academy. A worthless place located in an unpleasant nation. Allen picked at the scratchy uniform he had been 'given' few days prior. Another useless thing the Academy did that Allen did not understand, but then again, clothes were not something he concerned himself about; it was not as if he could see what the uniforms even looked like. The Japanese people, and he was loath to call them that, seemed fascinated by the idea of conformity. This would be his third year, junior, the term was if he was to remember correctly, and in that time he had come to have some knowledge of the Japanese culture.

A culture he detested. They were far too quick to bow their heads to others. They were only too eager to be the same as everyone else as if that was the great goal in life. To be nothing more then another brick in the proverbial wall. Pathetic. The trains, which he admitted he would like to actually see sometimes given the odd sounds they made and the rate in which they traversed, were a cesspit of the Japanese weakness. Allen's blind eyes saw what others' cannot. Allen saw the older men touching the younger women using the crowds to hide his actions, he heard the men cowering before the 'tougher' man playing his loud music day after day, and why? Because this was their pathetic excuse for a life. In the face of adversity, they bowed their heads and fled. Cowards. Yes, Allen hated this nation. Hated their weakness which tried to infect him, but it made sense that the royals would wish the academy to be there. Conform to what they desired and bow to their desires. It was mental conditioning.

"Tabernathy-san." Allen's head snapped up to face the interruption to his minds rant to face the boy who called his name with the annoying accent that was not able to properly pronounce his name. His efforts made his surname come out as 'Tabelnathy'. The man had a soft aura of blue that flowed through his body making it stand out starkly from the sea of light putrid green that came from the grass behind him. The boy's features were impossible to tell as he only saw the mans outline... as if someone had placed the man on a paper and traced the outline and then colored it in with a sky blue color pencil.

Allen was not sure what race the boy descended from, but it was apparent he held little magical talent, "Call me Allen. If I have to hear you butcher my name, at least let it not be my last name." A couple seconds went by before the man gathered his wits at the rude introduction, "Allen-san." He said in slow breath that Allen understood was his way of trying to both warn him and control his temper, "It is rude to speak to your senpai like that."

Allen waved his hand to dismiss such a claim, "Drop the suffix. I said call me Allen." Allen leaned closer to the older boy who smelt faintly of wet dog, wolf it was. All the honorifics this nation seemed to prize were nothing more then a mild annoyance. Senpai. Chan. Kun. San. Sensi. A waste of his time. If Allen was lucky they would get through this little juant fast, and they could seperate from each other's company, but he was never lucky.

"This way." The older student grumbled and turned on his heel to march off across the grass not bothering to make sure the blind boy was following behind him. Allen didn't need an invitation as he followed behind him as this happened every year. It was an annoyance as he did not need the help, or at least, that is what he told himself, but the truth was he did. While he could see living things aura's he could not see walls, stones, and the ilk, and so it was impossible for him to navigate the school without smashing into things. Every year the school sent a student to lead him around the school to spots he was familiar with and then to the various classrooms he would be going to and his dorm room which would give him the chance to count the steps and turns it took to get to each one.

With the boy leading the way, Allen took the time to examine the surroundings as they traveled over the school grounds. His world was always half red. His 'eyes' saw everything around him in a complete field of vision; however, most of his vision was obscured by his own head which was filled with the color of his own magical aura which was a deep crimson. The rest of what he saw tended to be fields of green, but every once in awhile he would see a tower of brown that would represent a tree. He heard it before he saw it, conversation.

Allen turned his head to the source and took in the sight of the students milling. A multitude of colors from metallic, to plain. Weak hues to vibrant. Allen had noted a long time ago that every person had a certain look and feel to their aura's. Some where dull and plain, others were bright and warm. Rarely, he would run into some that were cold and dark. The people, themselves, looked like outlines of people... The best way to describe such a thing was to imagine a manikin without a face. Allen could see body shape, but that was it. In his world, everyone was a bald, faceless manikin of raw color.

Allen's observations were cut short by the unnamed boys awed comment, "Look, it's the president and the vice-president..", truly, Allen noted, a mindless drone to the whims of his betters. Also, look. Clever. Despite that, Allen turned his head in the direction he pointed and noted that there were three aura's, not two.

Who was the President and Vice-President last year? Honestly, Allen had no idea. He never cared enough to know, but now that he was the Captain of the Magical Arts Club; he would have to figure it out eventually.

"And who might they be again?" Allen said, "Also what race are they?" He asked. He knew they would be royals because there was no way those 'higher' beings could ever let a 'lesser' being be in the council. Power was for Royals, it was decided from birth.

The boy did not miss a beat, happy to be talking instead of walking in an oppressive silence, "President is Amon Lynch. I, uhh." The boy said, "Heard some things about him. You know." He said leaning in giving Allen another 'wonderful' whiff of wet-dog, "Dark things." He leaned back out and raised his arms to his sides, "But you know how people like to talk. Especially if it's about demons or vampires. Oh, right. The Pres is a demon."

They had long since stopped to examine the trio, well, the elder boy had the sense to pretend to be looking around, but Allen was not a subtle person and so chose to simply stare and become accustomed to the aura's. He doubted he would be able to memorize them as they would probably not be worth the effort, but it was not as if he had much else to look at. From the figures, he knew one was a male and assumed that was Amon Lynch. An odd name. The other two were both females... The taller one who stood off further away from the president had the larger breast. Was it noteworthy? No. Not really.

"The vice-president." He said, "Her name is Katherine Goldsworthy." Goldsworthy? Allen mused raising an eyebrow further above the line across his face the sash made. Two odd names it was then. "Vampire, but she is beautiful, too bad she is always so, well, she is a little unnerving, you know?" The elder boy said, and Allen clenched his right fist, feeling his nails bite deep into his flesh drawing blood. Vampire, and no doubt a royal. Such a revolting creature was in the council?

"I don't know who the other girl is." The boy said cutting in on Allen's thoughts which were quickly going towards the homicidal path, "But isn't she kinda cute?" He turned to ask Allen before realizing what he said, "Yes. Very fucking beautiful. Allen said sharply. It was one thing when it was a joke on purpose, it was another when the person was so incredibly stupid they forgot that he could not see. Still. A filthy vampire royal in the council. It was going to be a very, very long year.

Allen watched as the male 'Amon' pushed the shorter unknown female who walked off to... well, wherever was over there.

"Let's go." Allen commanded feeling no desire to stand so close to the Vampire Royal. Even yards away was still far too close to be near a living vampire.

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Everything was quiet. Her curtains were shut and the room was rather dark. All that could be heard was the slow, calm breathing of the sleeping girl that took claim to this bedroom. When, suddenly, the wonderful bliss that was silence was shattered as a loud alarm clock went on. It did not have the usual beeping sound, but a very loud electric guitar strum.

Sam flew out of her bed, almost literally. She hopped out of the bed with amazing speed and did not hesitate to slam her fist onto the alarm, practically breaking the beaten thing. “I’m never going to get used to that, am I?” She huffed, dragging her feet over to a mirror. A small hand rubbed the sleep filled eyes, creating a very unbearably cute motion. She stopped, realizing this, and let her hands drop onto the desk. With a light groan, she trudged over to her things. All day yesterday she packed and packed and packed, making sure she had everything she needed. “Clothes, uniform, laptop, laptop stuff, iPod, electric guitar…” She grabbed her normal red and white electric and gripped the handle to its case firmly. Though Sam will never admit it, she was very nervous. With a sigh, she started migrating her things downstairs.

“Let me help you with some of that stuff, Sam.” Her father said grabbing her guitar and bag from her hands and carried it downstairs for her, dropping it near the front door. “Sit and grab something to eat before you shove off.” Sam nodded and walked into their kitchen, and made toast and had some milk. She was ready to go within another ten minutes.

“I’m ready.” Her voice was firm yet quiet. Her father nodded and opened the door, letting her out first. She sat in the back of her now luggage loaded car. She shoved her ear buds deep into her ear and leaned her head on the wall, blasting Skillet in her ears.

The drive was about an hour long, so Sam caught a quick nap. Her father shook her shoulder gently, and she woke up gasping for air, eyes wide with fear. She quickly calmed her breath and rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn’t crying.

“Again? The same one?” Her father knelt down and asked her softly. Sam nodded and looked at the ground, feeling like a child. Her mouth was dry and she swallowed multiple times, feeling a lump form in the back of her throat. “Everything is alright. You’ve got a great school to go to, not to mention I’m still here. No come on, it’s time for you to make friends.” He stood up and pulled her out of the car. Sam was rather annoyed with her father, not to mention she felt tears still pricking the back of her eyes.

Sam’s father took her bag and guitar case from the trunk and handed them to her. “Want me to help you settle in?”

Sam whipped around on the spot and glared him. “God no! The thought of that makes me embarrassed already.” She shuddered jokingly. He snickered and walked up to her, and plopped a kiss on the top of her head. “Stop it!” She hissed, jumping out of the way. He laughed again.

“Hehehe… I’ll call you later sweetheart.” He walked back to his car and drove off, waving in her direction.

Sam walked with her bag and guitar. She had practically no idea where she was going, but wandering around can be good to get the feel of things. After about twenty minutes of wandering, someone seemed to notice her lost expression. They pointed her towards the girls’ dorm. She nodded, not giving him a thanks. “Room 106…” Sam muttered and once again found herself wandering around. Another twenty minutes later, she reached her destination.

Fumbling with her key for a moment, she finally seemed to get a good grip on it and unlock the door. Dragging her stuff in, she noticed that two beds were already claimed, so she took the last one. Sam unpacked hastily, stuffing things into drawers. She set her laptop on the desk and plugged it and started it up. She then clicked on one of her favorite songs. Little did she know it was one max volume. The intro music to the songblared as she jumped out of her seat and smacked the pause button.

“My God!” She gasped, turning the volume down then shutting the laptop off. So she just hopped onto her bed and lied down, her fingers laced together and her hands behind her head. Maybe another little doze is in order…

As Sam was trying to catch a few Z’s, her super acute senses picked up on a conversation that was taking place not too far from her dorm. The sound of the two individual's voices sent shivers down her spine. Somehow, she could tell that this would not be the last she would hear of them…



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Katherine waved to Belial when she had left and pointed her gaze back to Amon and once again giggled at his words. "Well I was considering a festival or maybe a party?" she was glad to be vice president. She could still have a say so yet not be the one many rely on as she would probably make even more people hate her but that didn't matter. Amon was probably the only person she deemed okay to get on some personal levels with possibly Belial if she could handle what Katherine was really like. For right now she wanted to celebrate. "When do you think this celebration should take place?" she asked with mischief laced in her tone. She knew it wouldn't be some normal school festival like with regular Japanese schools as things that happened there never were normal.

On top the headmaster wouldn't refuse them as one she was sure Amon wouldn't allow that and two katherine had her own hooks embedded into the school system and the headmaster. The details of of this was a secret to everyone just like Katherine liked it. "In the meantime what shall we do for the arriving students?" she asked. Katherine wondered maybe making them go through a challenge or maybe a scanvenger hunt. For newcomers it could be kind of like an initiation and for those who have been attending for a while now would still participate for fear of the consequences. Katherine wasn't scared of such things as throughout her time of knowing Amon he hadn't made her suffer such consequences even knowing that she was far from and innocent and good little girl. In Katherine's views a good girl follows the rules while a smart girl finds loopholes and following this she doesn't necessarily follow rules yet isn't scared of consequences as she isn't scared of being caught.

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She was quiet as she watched students walk around the court yard, her favorite place on the roof gave her a great view. Her girly uniform caressed her knee's. Unlike everyone else Shiloh didn't like to show off her body so she got a uniform a few sizes bigger. The light breeze of the morning air blew her soft wavy indigo hair around her face and she made no move to tie it back.

"SHILOH!!! MY DARLING!!!" the sharp sweet sound of her best friend filled her ear's and Shiloh peered over the ledge to see Matt, her best friend for 5 years running. He was dressed nicely in the uniform with his blazer open, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. His arm were spread wide as he waited for her to jump. Some of the passing students gave him funny looks and Shiloh gave a quiet growl before leaping off the roof. The three story jump was easy with her werewolf abilities and she landed gracefully in his arm's which instantly wrapped themselves around her shoulder's. Shiloh was a little taller then the average girl but Matt was still taller.

"And how was my baby's summer?" Matt asked, his pearly white teeth shone brightly with his wide set smile and Shiloh rolled her lavender eyes at him.

"You should you i spent most of my summer with YOU" she giggled as he stuck out his tongue. Grabbing his bags Matt let her go, without a word he started to walk away confusing Shiloh. Then he stopped suddenly and swiftly ran back to her and through her over his shoulder.

"I knew i forgot something" Matt chuckled as Shiloh squeaked happily, blushing up a storm as he carried her into the school.

"Matty put me down people are watching" Shiloh quietly scolded as some jocks passed by and started laughing loudly making Shiloh blush in embarrassment.

"Haven't you heard that a princess's feet must never touch the ground?" he asked as they headed towards the dorm-room's. Shiloh grumbled but didn't respond knowing it was hopeless to argue with him when he was this bubbly.

"Oh hello president, vice nice to see you" Matt shouted happily and Shiloh's whole body went red in embarrassment. Great good job Matt. Matt quickly passed and swiftly ran to his room, bursting the door open. Swiftly he put Shiloh down and she went back to her normal color. She turned around to see two, one with bandages and the other of her own kind.

"Hey your Allen right nice to meet ya i'm Mathew but you can call me Matt" Matt said cheerfully moving swiftly and shaking the bandaged man's hand. No matter where Matt and Shiloh went they followed their customs. Moving slowly Shiloh went to stand in front of Allen. She had gathered enough to know he was blind. Gently she shook his hand.

"Its nice to meet you Allen, I'm Shiloh, i'm a werewolf" she said softly then let go of his hand and stood beside Matt.

"Oh and I'm a Fae" Matt grinned, proud of his heritage. He was no Royal but he loved being a Fae.

"Oh and i hope you don't mind rooming with a gay guy cause i'm almost as gay as they come" Matt announced proudly.

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There seemed to be butterfly wings brushing against the hallow organ in her chest. The way the mystery girl murmured her words, how her teeth pressed into her bottom lip - she was completely, utterly, irrefutably adorable! Belial's eyelashes batted in a light daze, her mouth forming a small circle in comprehension. This school, was it actually a home to the adorable? Her fingers laced together, and she had to prevent herself from cooing, or insisting on petting the ravenette girl and insisting that they put on girly dresses and go out for cute bubble tea, just so she could fawn over how precious the shy girl was.

"Is that so?" Her voice was light, still mystified, but soon a smile grew, seeing this as a change to begin her duties as a member of the student council, and get to know her fellow students a bit better. "My name is Belial Lynch, it's nice to meet you." Conforming to the customs of the Japanese she bowed politely, speaking once more when her posture returned to being perfectly straight. "It's good you're doing okay, but if you're ever having a problem feel free to come to me. As a member of the student council, and your classmate, I'll be happy to help when I can!" She beamed, mentally wishing that soon she'll make a good name for herself, preferably as a savior to all those cute and adorable, but she supposed that could just be a bonus.

[ooc: May bad, her hair looked blue in her icon picture. :P]


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He was so very lucky that Katherine was the vice president, opposed to some boring, rule abiding suck up. As nice as it was to turn people into his personal servants with blackmail as a leverage it couldn't replace these moments where he could breath in anticipation, feel the agitation poking at his veins. "If I could make it happen I'd have the lot of them preform on stage for our amusement, and all that don't make the cut wold be stranded on a deserted island in a battle royale. Now that would be a celebration." His devious words were not from a wish for death, and the truth laced within them from his curiosity to psychological reactions, horror movie material, yet such an event would not be coming true in the near future, and he sighed languidly. What would he do with an empty school? Perhaps rot away from boredom - Oh, the humanity!

When a voice called out to him and his right hand woman he turned away, looking at Mathew and Shiloh with the most unimpressed expression without needing to try and coax his facial muscles into strict apathy. This was typical for the two, the happy-go-lucky Matt and the epitome of what was a Princess, Shiloh. He hadn't thought much of them prior to this year, but perhaps they would prove to be more than insipid. "Stop messing around." His command was blunt, eyebrows lowering before he brought Katherine back into his line of vision, mind snapping back to the thoughts of an upcoming festival.

"A party we can do quickly, a festival takes more time to plan, but the enjoyment we can get out of either...it's time to weight the scales." Amon rambled on, placing his hand over his chin in thought, pupils drifting off to the side as his mind ran off all the possibilities. "Do we go for a festival that serves human flesh baked into the pastries at the maid cafe or a party with the potential of humiliating those that think they can dismiss our authority?" He hummed after vocalizing his ideas, and as they continued to evolve in his mind the boy nodded his head, moving onto the next subject. "About that. There's something I wanted to tell you, but with all these assholes listening in," His head jerked to the side, glaring at werewolf students who were standing a bit too close them, both scurrying off after blubbering apologies, and slowly he looked to the vice president once again. "We should probably go someplace more private to talk about these matters."

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Katherine agreed with him because if they were planning something...devious then having random students evesdrop wouldn't be a good thing Even so she greeted the two sytudents that had approached before leaving. "How about we head to the student council room as it's off limits for non-student council members." she said. It wasn't unusual for him to request to speak about this alone as it wasn't something for everyone to have knowledge of.

"Your pick dear student ruler." she laughed lightly at her statement. She knew that anyone on the student council whom heard of the upcoming event wouldn't tell the student body as they knew Amon or Katherine wouldn't want that and the consequences wouldn't be a price worth it to tell everyone about an event that was underwraps. Students on the other hand , especially newcomers may not be as knowledgable about what would happen to them if they shared such information so that is why she guessed Amon wanted to speak about this alone.

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This girl, Carmon, she was too much. It was too bad that supernatural creatures, aside from demons, didn't go to Hell. As far as she knew, they didn't go to heaven either. Was there an afterlife for the supernatural or did their existence upset the universe enough for them to merely stop existing upon their passing? Belial began rocking on her heals, and after a second of thoughtful momentum she snapped back in place. Oh well, that didn't matter, she didn't want cute girls to be in Hell to torture them, she just could help but thinking how wonderful it would be to have a collection of them to take back to Hell to coddle, like how some might take home adorable stray dogs.

"Great! Oh," Her eyes blinked and quickly she retrieved the phone from the pocket in her skirt, and when she flipped open the pastel purple model several childlike, girly phone charms swayed. "Lets exchange numbers." Belial suggested, her smiling returning naturally, not seeing anything wrong with such a request. After all, they were classmates and she was part of the student council. What if they needed to cram for a tough exam? What if Carmon ran into a gang of delinquent students? Or what if she wanted to go and get bubble tea but had no one to go with? The possibilities kept piling up, she needed to ensure that her plans and connections were stable at all costs!


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"Of course it's off-limits. Who do you think made it that way?" A certain glint of pride glowed in his eyes, but it was less because of success with manipulating the teachers to implement that rule than it was from blackmailing a witchy student to carve barrier wards into the room's wooden frame. No one besides students council members could walk in, literally, all others had to gain permission, not unlike how vampires needed to be invited into homes. Not only that, but supernatural creatures couldn't penetrate it with their senses, which meant no werewolf super hearing. He was really, incredibly, pleased with himself for that. "Lets go before I suffocate." Amon's voice returned to antipathy as his eyes ran over the crowd, and for whatever reason, his pupils stopped over some guy he felt like he should recognize, as if he had seen him and that long, silvery hair somewhere before.

Right, the school files, a special needs student, because he had gotten the short end of the stick and ended up with eyes that couldn't work. For a fleeting moment one of the corners of his mouth raised. Funny how a warlock couldn't fix his own eyes, but the amusement remained transient, was gone in a moment as the student practically disappeared from his perception of those that existed. Amon jerked his head to the side to gesture to the nearest staircase, and he walked through the halls with his eyes narrowed at those that thought they could get away with anything because it was their first day back. Honestly, who did they think he was? An empty representative? Please, he'll show them what it means to live underneath the same roof as him.

It didn't take long for them to make it to the top floor, and although there was an enchantment he still used a key, unlocking the door and sauntering into the large, lavish student council room he had built up over the years. The sun was permanently blocked out by the windows touched by the same spell caster, not a drop of natural light falling into the room. The glass remained transparent on their side, clearer than purified water and allowing them to watch over the students below, but from the other end they saw nothing, as if the windows had been heavily oxidized. The lighting was usually provided by lit candles, since he loved intimidating people, or just working in their glow, but today he turned on the overhead light, heading straight to a wall covered in bookshelves.

At one point the expansive room was reserved for important meetings of the school board, but now it belonged to them, and he decorated it in elegant furniture; couches in crimsons and whites, curtains of the same color scheme, translucent glass tables, mahogany desks, marble floor, crystal chandeliers, art dating back to the renascence. It was a tiny palace in the theme of blood splattered innocence, its light haunting, and the only thing that disrupted the pattern was a large collection of video games and movies beside the thin, wide television, but for his entertainment he was willing to make a few sacrifices.

Amon pulled out a box from the bottom of one of the dark shelves, the wood having carvings of mythology into the edges; hydras devouring humans, sacrifices and Archaic Latin - which he could still read and speak with ease. Dead language, humans were adorable. "This," He retrieved a roll of blue paper from the case, traveled over to the largest desk, his own, and spread it out, using a human skull he named Fernando as a paper weight.

"Is a blueprint of what's underneath the school. As if this place wasn't huge enough, it has a Goddamn labyrinth underneath here. Hell, I'm nearly convinced that some shady sacrificial ritual stuff went down here back in the day, but really, I didn't care enough to find out." His explanation of the picture of small, winding white lines ended in a shrug, they could have been eating the hearts of newborn pigs for all he cared. "But this, we're going to use this." Amon declared this, his voice caught up in the thoughts of the future spectacle, of students running around confused. You know, it would be the perfect place - "For a party."

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Katherine walked into the lavish yet familiar student council room. Though her frilly version one of the girls uniform was supposed to be matched with regular school shoes for today she matched them with black heels which those who knew her from last year kew it wasn't an unusual thing for her to do. Seeing as how they were black it was fine and right now the only thing that brought attention to them was the noise they made when she walked on the marble floor. Katherine had took in the sight once more as it had been a little while since she last stood in the room. This would also be her last year , as depsite her being only sixteen she had skipped her junior year and was now a senior.

It's why she was in the same year as Amon and therefore it would be her last year on the student council. It's why she was all for throwing random and crazy events with the student council president himself. Right now she stood staring at the blueprints Amon had layed out. Katherine was far from thinking of such a place for a party but even so looking them over once more she smirked. "I think it's perfect for such a party now all that's lef tis to pick a theme." she stated. It was times like these that she was happy about how demented she really could be at times. It alo made her extremely happy for such things as the holidays. During the year the headmaster whom was also her current caretaker had made it so she was to stay on campus as she had no family to celebrate it with and really he was unsure of what she would do if he let her out of his sight for that long.

For right now she was excited about such an event. "So when do you plan on having this take place?" she asked him. She was sure he'd mke sure every student would attend as what was a party if the true guests don't appear? Besides Katherine would make sure that either she or Amon would make an announcement about the party later on once all the details were sorted.

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A theme, now that wasn't something he had pinned down quite yet. "Lets think. It's the beginning of the school year, people are nervous, excited, whatever else, and most of them want to gain recognition - even those that are quiet and hide themselves behind books." Amon's opinion was more or less, indifferent, and he drummed his fingers on the desk, the ideas beginning to materialize in his mind. "Groups of friends have yet to be made - so how about a masquerade?" He proposed, half amused by his unintentional rhyming, and how it was made with venom beginning to sink through his tone. Of course, it wouldn't be as simple as just a plain masquerade, and it certainly wasn't a benevolent gesture to encourage students to mingle with those that they didn't know. He could care less about their happiness, it was his own enjoyment that he cared about. This was his senior year, and it was the last chance for Katherine and himself to turn the school into their own personal jungle gym, therefore he would not allow it to go to waste.

This was the time for him to grin like a mad man, and he wouldn't show mercy or sensibility when the holidays came around either. "Why not make a game out of it? A murder mystery. A who-done-it. A finger pointing, rage inducing, widespread betrayal of real-life Clue. Trademark." His tangent ended with chuckles falling off his lips, fantasizing about their arguments already. "See, there are plenty of corridors here, hidden rooms...in other words, where people can get lost, or find themselves alone, better yet, alone with another. Oh course, I'm not insinuating real murder, I do hate funerals. Bad food and boring service, where's the fun in that?" With a sigh the president crossed his arms, his pupils snapping back to Katherine, examining her expression.

"We could make it happen tonight, there are people that owe me some...favors. And it's simple, really." Amon let his gaze fall as he rummaged through one of the drawers of the desk, and soon he was pulling out a dagger. "Enchanted weapons. They don't actually kill or injure the person, they just make them fall unconscious for awhile, as well as temporary blocking their memories of who attacked them." He set the curved blade down on the desk, the metal holding its own shine, a slight illumination that would make it glow even in complete darkness. "We'll have them hidden, and the kicker is if someone 'murders' another without getting caught by the end of the night, they'll be rewarded. But if they're caught, they'll be punished. It's classic risk and reward, and it's too tempting to pass up." The ends of his lips twitched, a smirk appearing on his visage as his heart picked up speed, it'd be better than television. "And the rule to ensure our midnight show : Nobody can leave until after someone dies."

It was time for the dam to break, and insidious snickers touched the walls of the room, vibrating off the floor and Katherine's high heeled shoes. "It's all a game!" His enthusiasm reached new levels, and his hands slammed down on the desk, his fingers curling over the wood. "Oh, but it will be brilliant, I do love seeing people lose their ability to trust. It's funny." Amon's mirth faded, but it remained in his grin born from picturing the strife ahead of him. The boy tilted his head, and again, studied Katherine's facial expression, searching for something, he just didn't know what yet. "Don't you agree?"


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It was almost bewildering, the girl who displayed anxiety now was smirking. Perhaps she was finding her footing now that she had spoken to somebody? Belial nodded, watching as the girl ran off, vaguely wondering what the girl may look like when she was dressed in the school uniform. She tugged at the small grouping of hair she tied up with a white ribbon, twirling it for a second as the thought remained, her face turning red and stomach feeling nearly giddy. Oh, how would she survive? The uniforms were too adorable, and when everyone was dressed in them...Belial had to shake her head to banish the thought. She couldn't be raising her blood pressure like this, the cute was too much for her!

It didn't take long for Carmon to return, doing so in a perplexing haste - she even sounded as if she was out of breath! Regardless, Belial smiled and pulled up the contacts selection on her phone, not sure of she should feel guilty or successful to get the girl to suddenly become so lively, but in the end it was sympathy that won. Why did Carmon strain herself? "Here, go ahead and add your number." She kept her voice jovial and passed the taller girl her phone, and she held out her other hand, expecting her to return the gesture in the same way. "So, what year are you in?" With curiosity getting the best of her the question was interjected into the conversation when she saw the opportunity for it, her eyes blinking with innocence. She already had her suspicions, but she would hold her tongue and wait for an answer, it was the smart thing to do after all.

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Katherine thought it over for a minute before she herself started to smirk. "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea. I think what would be more entertaining would be to have our very onw headmaster as our butler and have the students working on a time limit. For every hour they are unable to guess who the killer is or if they guess it wrong then there shall be another victim by the same killer." she giggled. "Of course that's your choice dear student president though I suggest we make it a ru;e for them not to be able to use their abilities you know spells, enhanced scent and speed, or things of that nature pertaining to inhman abilities."She saw no fun in allowing them to essientially cheat by using their abilities to quickly figure out who did it which also stopped many from changing to another form.

"Now all that's left is choosing who will be the killer and making the offcial announcement of the seemingly normal masquerade ball." she was visbly excited about it to say the least. It seemed like a great way to kick off the year that was bound to be filled with chaos thanks to the president and vice president of the student body. As Katherine viewed it this was just a small sample of the real chaos that was to occur throughout the year.

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Of course it was a wonderful idea, his brain was practically blessed with the Midas touch. He didn't solve the Water Temple level on pure luck, he had something called creativity and genius. What? Did people think he scored aces on exams and tests without straining himself because he had to cheat? Yeah right, that wasn't worth the effort. Then again, demons were on a whole different level, one couldn't just expect other creatures to rival those that mastered trickery and rhetoric upon their first birth. For a moment he considered this, eyes traveling upwards to the ceiling, engrossed with his thoughts. How did they even live? Really, it must be terrible. Wait a second, what were they doing again?

Oh right, tormenting students! With his attention again focusing on causing some beginning-of-the-school-year-chaos Amon looked towards Katherine, nodding his head to approve of her suggestions. She was one of the more intelligent examples, it probably helped that she didn't have her mind set on bringing world peace and all that vapid bullshit. "The headmaster? Why are you mentioning that old geezer?" He asked, confused, but the thought was deemed too boring to hold onto, and his amber colored eyes darted to the side, imagining their current plan in action, and soon a smile grew. "I like it though. The killer will be easy to find, we'll just threaten them, and if they loose, it'll be them to act as our personal butler, or maid. I like to keep my options open." Really, whatever would get underneath their skin the most is what would be implemented, maybe he should see to it that they'll loose.

"But say the killer wins, then we don't get to punish anyone. So if the mystery is never solved, we'll make it Hell week." Pun intended. "Maybe I'll sign everyone up for gym classes and volunteer hours. Help out the school, clean my pool, run a few miles, it'll be nice, sort of like vacation but with miserable teenagers." Amon hummed, twirling the dagger in his hand, their tears could be their ambrosia. "Either way, it's win-win for us." When was it not? The dark haired boy's expression only budged through a twitch in his eyebrows, starting to grow bored with just talking about it. Now he needed some action, and he reached forward with his other hand, grabbing Katherine's wrist and pulling it towards him, placing the dagger in her palm. "So why don't you find our serial killer and I'll gather my connections and get the masquerade set up? Don't worry about advertisements, I'll have Belial work on that." He held onto her for a moment, their eyes meeting with his jaw tense from the excitement, and when he released her he smirked, stepping to the side soon after. Well, it was time to get to work. Really, the students should be thanking them, otherwise they'd live humdrum lives in a boring slice-of-life anime, talk about lame.



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Quickly Belial entered her number and name into Carmon's contacts, and a light ring rang inside her head, as if she had just received an achievement award. She had just made a friend! Or at least, gained an acquaintance, either way it began on good terms, plus the girl was cute, and that's all that mattered. Maintaining a good, positive presence among peers was always beneficial, it's what made warriors conquerors after all. You can't get anywhere without followers, supporters and allies. She passed the phone back and looked over the new address in her phone, and with a tiny smile the phone returned to the safety of her pocket, but the lift in her lips didn't last long, not when she spotted Carmon's obvious dismay.

"Hey, don't worry!" Tentatively she reached forward, placing her hand on the young woman's shoulder in a way that was meant to be comforting, but not over stepping her boundaries and Belial soon returned her hand to her side. "I'm a freshmen too, we'll be able to get through it together!" She insisted, curling her hands into determined fists, and that's when a voice broke her thoughts with a flash of red passing through her vision. Why so much red? Stunned, Belial's head swiveled over to where the mass ran off to, and deduced that the flash was actually a very petite girl with lengthy, crimson hair, and while at first she felt as if the stranger was at fault, five older boys then pushed passed her and Carmon as well, running after the girl.

Bullies, a group of brutes were targeting a cute girl! It made something snap inside her, and anger flowed, her veins beginning to flood with the wrath of the demon she was, and she would have to praise herself later for being able to turn towards Carmon with a straight face, maintaining enough control to seem normal. "Well, it looks like I'll have to take care of that. I'll talk to you later, Carmon-chan!" With a forced smile she bowed quickly, and then darted off to where the group had ran, her legs burning as her heartbeat accelerated, pounding with rage directed at the five males. Oh how dare they! Not in this school would they terrorize this poor girl - oh, how she would love to wring their necks...

It was her brash haste that led her to nearly run into two male students, one with silver hair, and the air practically escaped from her lugs as her shoes skidded across the tile floor, creating a harsh screech in her ears. She stumbled to the side, nearly falling to the ground, but she found her equilibrium or at least, part of it to prevent such an embarrassing disaster. "I'm so, so sorry!" She apologized quickly, breathlessly. Although she would usually say more, right now she had a job to do, and she ran off down the hall, her toes hardly making a sound against the floor, moving with ease and practice, as if she practically ran on top of air. "Stop!" Belial shouted the command, and her voice had changed it's pitch, even its nature. It was lower, harsher, and it caused some of the boys to look back, startled that the anger had some from her tiny frame. She needed to catch up with them now, and she had to try and do so without having to display her showy ability to the world. Was school life always like this?!

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Katherine had agreed with what Amon had said but even she was shocked by his actions. When he released her she gripped the dagger in her hand and smiled over at him as she walked towards the door. "My, my Amon you're a bit more touchy than you were last year." she stated before laughing lightly and making her exit. It was true as last year when they first met they didn't so much as shake hands. Katherine wasn't the type to do so and guessed possibly Amon wasn't either but she didn't think he'd make such a bold move of grabbing at her, glancing at her closely, andhanding her a dagger all within one swift moment. As she made it outside she shook her head free of that.

She was focusing at the task at hand finding the killer for the night. Katherine could easily do it as Amon could to but there would be no fun in that rather than having a random student do so. She could easily compel some student to do it but again there was no fun in that. She wanted to pick the perfect person to do it. It may not even be someone she knows so long as it ends in entertainment is what mattered. Truly if Katherine didn't know any better it could be as if Amon was asking her to cause a massacre handing her a dagger like that but that would defeat the purpose of many things including Amon's plans of tormenting and dominating the student body.

Katherine herself wasn't one to be trifled with as many knew last year anyone who tried to pick a fight with her whether it had been some angered and ego-crushed guy or a girl with a jealous girl she still would keep her usual demanor of dementend actions and comments and giggles. It made many afraid and unnerved by her and she knew this. Those who'd rather avoid conflict with the unpredictable Katherine wouldn't make snide comments or say things behing or back or even deny her answers or favors. Even so Katherine doesn't use her royal status as leverage to manipulate others as it wouldn't be as much fun. with that in mind she was determine to keep her true lineage a secret as a long term goal and find a killer for the party as her current goal. As she rounded the corner though, she unexpectadly slammed into someone but being the race that she is with her strength and agility she hadn't fallen.

(OOC: I kind of left an opening for anyone in the end so anyone could've been the one to bump into her even if she doesn't know them.)

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Katherine was distracted for only a moment. She wondered if he thought such a pathetic attack would falter her. She was already as many could say fully charged as having another pureblood vampire's blood ran through her veins due to the killing of her uncle Katherine was much stronger than usual and therfore had much better stamina for the time being. When he came at her she smirked and in that same instant all the glass windows surrounding them shattered sending pieces of glass everywhere. She deduced he was new to the academy as their biggest rule was not to kill any other creature on campus and during your time time attending but she'd be glad to refreshen his memory of the rules. She quickly sent shard his way cutting through the fireball and dogded it before sending them his way.

She was sure not all of them did not cut him but as many as she had sent flying she knew some did. The fireball had hit a nearby locker and now it was her time to lunge at him. She was faster than any car, human, or wild animal. This was proven when her hands were at his throat as she stood behing him and a larger glass shard she grabbed before lunging was aimed at his back. The slightest movment and the shard would cut into his back. "Don't you know that you are not to kill any student here? I'm a lot stronger than you and faster. I'm willing to break a rule or two in the means of self-defense." she still had a smirk plastered on her features. When in times like these her instincts would automatically kick in which explained why her eyes were now a bright, lit crimson and her fangs were beared.

"I don't understand what your hatred for me as an individual is stemming from as I don't even know your name bbut if it's a fight you want then you got it." in that instant she was gone. The glass shard now dropped and she stood a good distance from him. He was beginning to irk her but knowing he'd refer to a female as a bitch a demand that she apologize to him showed a bit more of his character that she disliked but she did give him credit of him picking a fight with her depsite the risk of possible death but for now she'd fight him to show him she wouldn't allow him to act such a way and demand such things from her as would never do such things he demanded and she was also a bit curious about why it is he hated her when really this is the first time she's ever laid eyes on him.

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Touchy? Perhaps, a lot changed in the four years he had been at this school, and in a way he became smarter, saw more, learned what contact could do to people, if so timed right. Considering her words with an amused smile he stored away her reaction in his mind for future reference. For some reason Katherine only became more interesting in his perspective, and he sat down at the desk, flipping open a laptop and retrieving a phone. Was it because she had killed someone recently? Or was it her increased interest in tormenting the students with him that caused his interest in her psychology to spike? He began dialing the phone, ready to use the favors the student orchestra owed him, and thought of how much fun his vice president could be.

Time passed and orders were given, the group of blackmailed fools were heading to the underground passageways after retrieving the needed supplies for him. He would need to wait before heading down there himself, so currently he was sending and looking through emails, opening the first sent from a sophomore that worked for him a spy, again with the blackmail. It wasn't his fault if people were too stupid to hide their stalker photos of that werewolf girl, and without thinking he played the video file, watching as a low quality video of a boy he didn't recognize, and two girls he did, appeared on the screen. Amon's eyebrows rose, largely uninterested in the werewolf (who his little slave was still stalking, go figure) and the fae woman, but for some reason the picture of focusing on the stranger, who apparently was the blasphemous scum here.

"When I got 'ere yesterday, I over 'eard two students talkin' ta each other... A lad an'a lass... The girl didn't seem that off fer some reason, but the fella... 'E was short, only about five an'a half feet tall, black 'air, ye could confuse 'im fer a girl if 'e wore a dress... I eh overheard 'im talking..."

Wait...what the fuck? He was half convinced he just popped a blood vessel, because something had burst, be it physically and/or mentally, and by the way his fingernails dug into his palms, he could sense that it was boiling, red hot anger that had flowed through the closed circuit. So this guy thought he could just go around talking shit? Well, he was about to get hit, and with the words of short and girl running through his mind Amon stood from his seat with his body tense and he stormed through and out the student council room, down the nearest staircase, heading straight for the cafe, where the bastard was hopefully still at. He would tear this place apart if he had to, and stomping through the door with rage fuming off of him he heard an announcement over the PA system, the office secretary's voice as irritating as ever.

Tonight, instead of an assembly, we are hosting a special event to bring our new students together! Let go of your worries and be sure to attend our Masquerade - it is mandatory and all students are required to come! Rule breakers will not be tolerated! Drinks and food will be provided with music and space to dance and socialize! Take this as a chance to get to know your new classmates and form closer bonds! It will run from eight to midnight, the dress code is formal to semi-formal and a mask, if you do not own a mask one will be provided for you, and the location is the newly renovated school second basement! Stairways to the basement are now open off of the gym on the first floor of the main building. There will be a contest held that will result in a rewarded winner, so everyone – try your best and behave yourselves! But more importantly, have fun!

At least something was going right! Before long Amon was pushing his hands against the door of the cafe, the bell ringing as his foot hit the tile, and instantly he felt eyes on him, but he gave them no attnetion as he searched for that ginger haired brat. His teeth were bared as he walked through the building, and soon he found his target, making a beeline towards the table him and Callista and Blu were sitting at. Oh, he was going to get it, and when he stood in front of the table his hands slammed downwards on the surface, causing it to shake, the silverware jingling from the disturbance. "You." He practically growled at the other male student, his teeth transforming into sharp, pointed bones without him noticing, showing them off with his scowl. Paying no mind to anyone else his eyes narrowed, glaring at the boy as he let his wrath become concentrated. It was too bad he couldn't narrow his eyes until lazers began shooting out of then, but then again, that would be merciful.


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Her vocal intervention seemed to be enough to prevent the boy from hurting the girl any further, because soon the red head was fighting back, slashing upwards with paws in place of hands. Belial stood in place only a few paces away from the fighting, watching as the wereling displayed exactly what kind of power she had, that she was not some weak little girl that had to run away from a group of repulsive, cowardly bullies. Her style was impressive, steady and seemed to be what she thought to be practiced, as if the girl had been in plenty of fights before, and with respect the demon watched as the smaller student leapt and kicked the elder. In a moment it was over over, the ruffian lying on the floor with his breath stolen, her eyes meeting the crimson haired stranger, and finally her heartbeat slowed.

Somehow, she manged to smile, relieved that the girl wasn't harmed any further. "Are you okay?" She questioned, but her eyes flew over to the five men, and that smile was quickly pulled into a frown. "Wait one second." Sending the girl, who was about the same height as her, an apologetic look she approached the five boys, her hands on her hips. "Are you seriously chasing after people on the first day of school? That's truly pathetic, I almost feel sorry for you five." Her voice was demeaning, eying them with scorn and disappointment.

"You should be ashamed. Luckily you won't get unpunished, seeing that I'm from the student council and will see that you five will be receiving detentions for the rest of the week." From her threat one of young men took a menacing step forward, but Belial held her ground, glaring at the student. "Don't make me turn it into a month. Now, be good, and give me your names so we can put all of this behind us." She could feel her anger weaving into her light, carefree tone and false smile, and unsurprisingly each of them gave her their names, soon sulking off down the hall, talking amongst themselves in what was most likely, mindless chatter. A sigh escaped her lips, at least it hadn't ended terribly, and she turned back towards the unnamed girl, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. "Now that that's out of the way, I'm Belial Lynch, and are you hurt?" She questioned, quickly looking over the girl, and oh was she adorably tiny, with the school uniform being the icing on the cake. Actually, bandages might make her cuter...but hopefully she didn't have to go the infirmary!

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Calli had been waiting for Maxis' response when Blu showed up, and her brief sense of vulneribility disappeared. "Sorry I took so long you guys." Blu said with an apologizing smile as she sat in the third chair. "When are we going to eat? I'm so hungry I could eat an insert something edible and huge!" Calli laughed. Blu had always had a large appetite. "Here," Calli said with a giggle, "you can have the rest of my muffin while we wait." Calli pushed the muffin towards Blu and looked back at Maxis. Just as she was about to open her mouth the sudden presence of Amon Lynch, the school's vice president and resident bully, put her on edge. Hearing him threaten Maxis caused her to stand from her seat and put a protecting arm in front of Maxis, making sure to make eye contact with Amon.

"Amon, stop. What the hell are you doing here, threatening an innocent fae? Were you spying on people again?" Her blue hair swirled around her as she brought forth the moon's magic, what little she had control of during the day anyway, fully prepared to cast a Lunar Shield around Maxis if need be.

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"Gosh, that sounds terrible! I couldn't even imagine it if I didn't have my wings." He shrugs again, seeming very uncaring that he was mutilated. "Well lass, I didn't really 'ave a good pair o' wings... not like your's! They looked kinda like the wings of o' dragonfly or somethin'... Made a very unpleasant noise when I flew, which was very little."

"Not really. After I was attacked and my father pulled me out of school, I lost touch with almost all of my friends besides Blu. The others that I still did manage to keep in contact with all have moved on from here and gone about their lives in their own lands. The only reason I really am lucky enough to still have Blu as a friend is because she was one of the ones who rescued me and knew the full situation. The others didn't know, and just thought I'd left school for some petty reason. Some of them even grew mad at me because I was too afraid to tell them. Afraid that they would judge me for being so weak." He shifts in his chair again, his smile turns into a straight face. "That's terrible... Yer friends aren't supposed ta abandon ye just because yer weak, 'ell! Because of our weaknesses that why we need friends, they make up for them with their strengths!"

"Sorry I took so long you guys." He turns in his chair to Blu, his smiles returned. "Finally, ye made it! We were just tal-"

"YOU!"Maxis turns to the short demon who has approached him, a sly smile growing on his face from hearing a very familiar demon speak... He turns to his Fae Friend and says with a smirk; "Well, speak o' the devil an' he'll appear...." He then turns to Amon, a grin on his face that says he knows exactly what he did and why he wanted to do it. "Me? Now what issue would ye 'ave with me? I've only been 'ere two days..." He gets up to face him, his height allows him to loom over the demonic student, the grin on his face widens, his teeth are visible and you can almost hear him chuckling. "Ye better calm down lad... it's unhealthy fer a such a milkmaid to be so... Short...With me..." He bites his own tongue, barely containing his laughter, waiting for Amon to explode.

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"Haha, thanks." Blu said as she started to munch on the muffin. A brow rose as the announcement of a masquerade party reached her ears, and it was mandatory. She frowned. The teen had planned on going back to her dorm to watch crappy T.V shows while she snacked on some cinnamon rolls. Parties drained her emotionally as well as mentally. Shaking her head, she began to munch on her muffin again. Blu stopped once again as some random guy came up to their table, screaming 'You!' and apparently at Maxis. Blu sniffed. He was a demon, and a royal one. She saw him somewhere last year, but wasn't exactly sure. The golden-eyed girl watched him warily as Callista stood up and confronted him.

His name was Amon and whoa...what the fuck? Spying? Blu made a face. The thought of having her privacy invaded sparked a slight anger inside of her. She always knew something was screwed up about the school.

She watched as Maxis towered over the other male, the corners of her mouth quirking up slightly at his insult. "I don't know if you guys knew this or not, but starting conflict on the first day isn't exactly the best thing to do." She spoke seriously. Blu didn't understand why everyone's hormones were raging. Shouldn't everyone be relaxed and focused for the new school year?

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His arrival seemed to disturb the boy's friends, the taller of the two putting an arm between them, saying something he didn't care about, and therefore didn't comprehend. She might as well have been talking about dish soap and clementines, and Amon turned his face towards the girl with long, blue hair (Wasn't her name Celestia or something? California? Calli-whatever), and his eyebrows raised, unimpressed. For a moment his eyes narrowed and he glanced up to the ceiling as if silently asking 'why does this chick think she can talk to me?' and without responding to her incomprehensible gargling he turned back to the dumbass who - was he smirking?

Again something was breaking, cracking under pressure, and the dark haired boy crossed his arms, furrowing his brow at the taller male - who was probably only that tall because of an enchantment, cheater. He was about to speak, spit out an insult that would shove a dagger into the male's lungs, and then he said it again. Short. It should have been impossible for him to widen his eyes so much, and he swore he could feel his pupils contracting into slits as he saw red. Someone else was talking, however he couldn't hear them, and Amon took three controlled steps backwards, away from the table, and his expression remained in that same, locked enmity.

"I'm going to tear your larynx to shreds." His threat was deadly serious in his wrath, and it was steady, calm, controlled unlike his previous display. This guy was going to regret looking down on him, and without warning Amon sprinted forward, pressing down on the ground and jumping up onto the table, smashing a glass plate as he landed. It was too bad he wouldn't be lucky enough for one of those shards to somehow fly up and become lodged into this guy's forehead. Nevertheless, gathering supernatural energy and concentrating it into his form Amon leapt again, throwing his weight and momentum towards the taller student, hands reaching outwards to grab onto his shoulders, aiming to knock the air out of the student with his knee, and then threaten him with detention. There was no discipline like physical punishment, the larva wouldn't learn any other way.


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Sam. Was that a nickname? The corners of Belial's lips lifted, deciding that either way the name fit the young, gusty girl, and when she went to shake Sam's hand she paused, noticing that they were still transformed into leopard paws. Her mouth formed a surprise 'o', and she giggled because of the girl's mistake, finding her absentmindedness endearing if not anything else. It must be difficult to keep track of your body when you're always transforming, and as the other girl shifted back into a full, human form she wondered if it was possible for her to just morph her ears into that of a feline...and maybe a tail too. Quickly her eyes darted away, imagining the sight, and deciding it was too adorable to keep in her head. So was this school a beacon for cute students? This wasn't fair...she wasn't sure if she should be happy or afraid.

When Sam offered her hand again Belial shook it, her smile returning and countenance steady as ever. "It's nice to meet you Sam. I'm glad you're not hurt." When she was done speaking she let go of the girl's hand, and just as she was about to say something else, out of seemingly no where Katherina appeared, thanking her, and in reaction she rubbed the back of her neck, embarrassed. "You're welcome." She replied, looking down to the ground for a moment. For a second there she completely forgot about the Masquerade, and the entire event sent off warning bells in her head. What were they planning?

She had to keep herself from gulping and she looked back up to Katherine, observing her warily, and occasionally eying the tears and burns on her uniform. What had happened? Belial wanted to question the vice president but thought it would be rude, and therefore kept her mouth shut, waiting for the opportunity. Worried, she shuffled her feet, looking at how Katherine offered her hand to Sam, and she remained silent. Why was the first day so chaotic? It seemed to that her brother and Katherine was behind a good chunk of the incidents as well...and the party didn't exactly comfort her. Oh, she had a long year ahead of her, didn't she?

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Maxis tenses up when the short-one tells him that he is going to tear out his... What? He has never heard of Larynx... But he didn't have time to ponder what it is, or even if it was a real thing. There was a flying student coming at him, a little Lucifer, and he had no time to prepare for it... Except for the fact he was hoping for this sort of thing to happen. He prepares himself for the strike, trying to throw up his arms to block. Amon knees him squarely in the chest however, despite an attempt to cushion the attack. His insides violently tighten from the blow, and he coughs up a cloud of brightly-colored dust straight at his attacker's face. He falls downwards to his knees, holding his chest in an attempt to somehow lessen the pain. After a few moments, he regains control over his diaphragm and for what seems like an eternity to him, begins gasping and coughing for air... But then he begins to chuckle... At first it was quiet, like a private laughing at a joke made towards an sergeant, but then he looks upwards, a bright smile grows on his face. He laughs harder and harder, practically rolling on the floor after about thirty seconds. "Augh! Ye do got some fire an' brimstone in ye then! That's what I like ta see!" He turns his head and spits, a bit of blood leaves his mouth... "Oi! Look at that! blood, ye got me 'arder than it felt!" He wipes off his mouth and stands up again, still holding his chest, slightly bent-over, and tries to set a hand on Amon's shoulder. "Ye got spunk! Nice ta know a son o' Lucifer isn't too "Royal" ta know when a attitude-adjustment is needed! And damn ye got a kick." He peels his arm away from his chest and places it on his hip, he has straightened himself out and is now chuckling heartily. "I like ye, Amon was it? Ye got my respect kid, maybe next time I might throw a few swings back yer way too!"

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Calli watched in horror as Amon flew towards Maxis. She tried bringing up her shield, but it only sputtered and then went out. Goddamn daylight! Calli cursed internally as Maxis went down. He coughed up some kind of weird dust, but it was when he coughed up blood that she ran to him. Kneeling beside him, she put her hand on his chest to help him up. "I like ye, Amon was it? Ye got my respect kid, maybe next time I might throw a few swings back yer way too!" Calli shook her head and glared at Amon. "Was that really necessary, Amon? You probably gave him internal injuries." Calli pulled Amon to a chair and made him sit. "Hold on, this'll fix you right up."

She placed a hand on his chest where Amon had kicked him and closed her eyes, calling the power of the moon to her. She may not have had enough strength to call something as powerful as a Lunar Shield, but healing was no biggie. Feeling her hair whip with the magical energy she was creating, she focused the moon's healing light on his internal injuries, seeing that Amon had indeed kicked him harder than Maxis had thought. In about an instant she had healed his injuries. Opening her eyes, she felt the energy die down and her hair move back into place. "There. That should heal you completely." She stumbled backwards and sat down, resting her head on her hands tiredly. She gave sideways glance at Amon, "Beat it, jerk. You got what you came for."