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Belial Lynch

"There's so much to do, I don't know how I'm going to handle it all...Ah, I think I'm feeling a little light headed..."

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

Description






Age: "You want to know that?" She avoids looking at you directly in the eyes, shuffling her shoes as if the movement will encourage you to change your mind. "I've existed much longer than most here..." Her face starts to grow red, the flush spreading from her cheeks to her ears. "But in mortal years I'm fifteen! So it's not so bad..."

Gender: Female

Race: Royal Demon

Sexuality: "Girls are cuter...well, some boys are cute too...I guess it doesn't matter as long as they're cute, right?"




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Height: 5'1"/154 cm

Weight: 100lbs/45kg

Voice

Hair Color: Violet

Eye Color: Heterochromia. Her left eye is blue, the other is a luminescent yellow.
"My right eyes draws too much attention, that's why I cover it up...Please don't ask about it, okay?"





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Personality: Belial is serious at heart, she sets up goals for herself and works methodically, usually within reason, and aims to finish the assignments she is assigned to the best of her ability, so unlike her brother, she is far from lazy. Though she manages stress well, she is prone to breaking down especially when picking up after her brother’s messes, or making sure schedules run smoothly at last minute. Though the girl is most commonly perfectly composed and in control of her emotions there are times when she can’t help but snap because of overworking, or of certain comments that somehow manage to crawl underneath her skin. When worked up her brain completely shuts down, turning her into a blubbering mess instead of the usual, completely able and independent secretary of the student council. While this is true, as a child of Satan Belial doesn’t possess the same emotional capabilities mortals have, and it’s rare, if not impossible, for her to succumb to misery or become love struck.

She presents herself as a capable, friendly student, willing to help out others and maintain the order, and it is not a complete charade as she does seek to see the student council doesn’t reach a calamity and wishes to see her brother graduate, but she isn’t as kind as she may appear. Belial is a demon, and a proper one at that, and she is cruel and merciless, an entity that has damned thousands of human souls to Hell and tortured them too. She is merciless and still remains hungry for power, wishing to bring forth a new age once she seizes her father’s thrown. With that covered, she is also not pure evil either, as she has no problem with supernatural creatures and enjoys their company. Belial is a demon that’s benevolent to all, including humans, as while she finds them disgusting she only is cruel to them as a necessity to become stronger and get what she wants, otherwise her main purpose is to share knowledge and help others reach their full potential, but this often means abandoning frivolities and burdensome emotions.

The young demon is still, overall, incredibly manipulative, albeit, with a cute side. She gains no guilt for besting people intellectually and taking advantage of them for the benefit of herself and the student council, but she also enjoys having fun not unlike normal teenager girls. Belial adores cutes things and is easily made flustered, embarrassed by small things, including attention and compliments, but she simply wants to do her best and be the best she can be…even if that means dooming human souls to burn forever in Hellfire. When she is not caught up with her various duties she can be more of a bubbly figure when surrounded by the right people, otherwise she escapes to peace and quiet, but overall maintains the same habit for being thoughtful and keen, and opposite to Amon Belial does respect her elders and superiors, in fact she’ll follow their orders without question, making her almost like a solider at times. This however, though genuine, isn’t a core part of her personality, as deep down, beneath her control, remains that demon that wishes to be called both a Queen, and a Savior.


Talents:

  • Rhetoric & Manipulating Students
  • Maintaining Academic Superiority
  • Baking
  • Keeping The Student Council Organized
  • Acrobatics

Likes

  • Organization
  • Corrupting Souls
  • Ecchi Manga
  • Cute Things
  • Spicy Foods
  • Female Idol Groups
  • Technology
  • School Festivals
  • Blood
  • Gorey Movies
  • The Despair of Humanity

Dislikes

  • Lecherous Men
  • Being Stuck on Earth
  • Loud & Rude People
  • Her eye being commented on
  • Romantic Comedies
  • Cold Weather
  • Unfinished Paperwork
  • Small, Confined Spaces
  • Messy Rooms
  • Anthropocentric Humans
  • Anything to do with God and Heaven. ex. The bible, Churches, Rosaries

Powers:

  • Demonic Weapon Technopathy: Although she is trapped on Earth and unable to return to Hell Belial remains connected to the Underworld, which is manifested in her right eye, which yellow in color and radiantly bright. Remaining connected to the realm allows her to summon the various weapons she has stored in pocket dimensions, being able to quickly take the demonic energy and transform it into large weapons and dismantle them as well, all she needs to do is take off her eye patch. All of her weapons are created by herself and are of her own design, as the power is a type of limited creation, and they come in many forms; particularly intimidatingly large scythes and guns, although she is capable of making smaller weapons as well. Belials weapons work with demonic energy, often having a toxic effect on other species, and humans that come in contact with her weapons are automatically doomed to an eternity in Hell, but for supernatural creatures fighting her, the longer they do the weaker they’ll become.
  • Induced Temptation (Sin): Being a descent of Satan Belial 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 she has not yet mastered. People that stand close enough to Belial can be affected by changes in her 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 she 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, Belial can shift into her true form at Earth, but at a price. Her true form is around seven feet tall, and also holds his true power, being considerably more powerful than her human form. To transform Belial must consume an enormous amount of blood, and that usually means she 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 she gains from consuming such a grand amount remains for three days before it depletes, so she must transform within the allotted time frame. In her true form Belial gains complete dimension over technology, electricity and magnetism (often used to control electromagnetic waves) which allows her to break down her form and teleport at will. How long the transformation lasts depends on when she transforms, if she transforms 48 hours after she drinks enough blood, then she’ll have 24 hours before she must transform back. After a transformation Belial becomes utterly exhausted, needing to sleep for days to make up for the strain, and it also exhausts her powers, making her terribly feeble for at least a week.
  • Hell Portal: Using mirrors Belial is able to communicate with demons, and her father, back in Hell. She is also able to use the mirrors to move between Hell and Earth however, she is unable to do so currently, as her father prevents her from doing so.

Flaws/Weaknesses:

  • Merciless and Cruel to Humanity
  • Follows Orders from Superiors Without Question
  • Needs Blood to Survive
  • Vulnerable to Exorcisms and Holy Water
  • Using her Powers on Earth results in Fatigue
  • Claustrophobic

    Romantic Interest:N/A




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    History: Belial Lynch, she begrudgedly agreed to take the last name her brother posed, as he is the elder. Unlike Amon Belial is a proper demon, far from being lazy or avoiding the work of their kind. She, like many demons, enjoyed damned human souls to Hell and the extra power it brought, and with each soul she grew stronger, practicing her abilities with diligence that impressed her father. She led demons lower then herself to success, often leading them and teaching them how to harness their true potential to gain favor with her superiors. Belial enjoyed the perks of royalty, relishing the power she was given and tormenting souls alike, she displayed repulsion by humanity and holy creatures alike, making Belial her father’s pride and joy. Well, at least she was, as simply being a member of the royal family eventually proved to not be enough for her.

    What she did was plot against her own father, and in secret she began venturing up to Earth without permission, pushing other demons down so she could crawl through the crust, just so she could cause chaos up above. Time for immortals and the dead cannot be the same for mortals, and she caused panic up above during times where they were still hiding in the dark. She slipped between Hell and Earth, collecting power from the spirits she damned, creating planned chaos wherever she went, waiting for the day where she would be powerful enough to take the place of her father, and besting her older siblings as she damned entire villages to Hell. She made armies and watched them fall, reaping the souls and dragging them down to Hell. The rings were filled with screams of the souls she poisoned, and on Earth she imbibed from wine glasses filled with blood, waiting for her vision to be reality.

    Belial, she saw Hell as a place that was in shambles, of pointless actions that lead to nowhere, she wanted to harness the souls to form armies, and she wanted to barricade the gates of heaven to humanity for all eternity. She, the inventor and innovator, looked for change and better use of their powers, and she sought to replace God as the human savior, being merciful where he was not, and greeting an utopia with her intervention, one where sin reigned supreme and where no one had to die.

    Everything collapsed underneath her when her father confronted her, and in a panic she acted in a preemptive strike against her father, but overpowered by Satan she was shut down, and like her brother her powers were limited as she was forced into permanent human form, her true forms unreachable without sacrifice, even in Hell. Although Satan did not kill his daughter or punish her through placing her in the deepest abyss of the Underworld, he instead disciplined her through banishment, sending her to Earth to Supernatural Academy with the mission of watching over her brother and making sure he does well, and only after he graduates will he consider allowing her to return back to Hell, and to be frank, she is not happy.

    Her elder brother is a pain to her, hardly doing anything to make their father happy, and she remains stressed in the environment, but she takes punishment well and actually thought over her brash, arrogant actions. Belial returned to being the demon she once was, with a new level-head, following the orders of her superiors and honoring rules. Although she still harbors an insatiable thirst for the despair of humanity, with her powers limited she is able to control herself, keeping her feet on the ground as she just tries her best to get through freshmen year, anticipating the end of the year for her brother to graduate, so she can finally go back to plotting against all of human kind.


    Clubs: Student Council (Secretary I), Member of the Cheerleading Squad

    Relationships With Other Characters:

    • Katherine Goldsworthy - The Student Council Vice President
    • Amon Lynch - Brother & Student Council President

Other:Belial wears the first version of the girl's school uniform, since she finds it cuter.




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「はいマスター。」

So begins...

Belial 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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"Excuse me, but are you okay?"

Carmon heard a voice behind her. She whirled around, and spotted a violet haired girl, with an odd patch over her eye.
"I-I'm fine.."
She murmured, biting her lip a little. She didn't like to talk to anyone, period. It made her itch with nervousness. She just wanted to be known as the person who doesn't talk. Nothing more, nothing less. Then again, that never really worked out.

[OOC: Her hair is black 0.0]

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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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"M-My name is Carmon. It's n-nice to meet you too..."
Carmon had replied, right after Belial had bowed.
"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 had beamed at Carmon, which honestly made her a bit more comfortable to find someone who actually appreciated her company for once.
"A-alright."
As Carmon spoke with Belial, she still tended to bite her lip.

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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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Belial suddenly pulled something out of her pocket.
"Lets exchange numbers!"
It was a phone.
"Err, O-okay."
Carmon made a small smirk, then realized her phone was back at the Dorm.
"I-I'll be right back, I left m-my phone in my room."
Carmon rushed off to room 109, and quickly snatched her phone from the edge of the bed. While she was getting the phone, she noticed that Callista had made a trip to the room. Carmon went back to Belial in almost a sprint, and met her with the very words,
"I g-got it."

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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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"Here, go ahead and add your number."
Belial handed Caron her phone, and she did the same, and added her number to Belial's phone.
She handed her back her phone, as she asked,
"So, what year are you in?"
Carmon replied with a small frown.
"Freshman. Can't w-wait to get this year over w-with,"
She held her hand to her head, and made a small sigh.

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“What is it going to take to some sleep around here!” Sam wailed, rolling over onto her stomach and clamping her hands over her ears. With an annoyed hiss, she sat up and hopped off of the bed. She looked down at her school uniform and scowled. She loathed the fact that she had to wear a skirt. Under her skirt she was wearing a pair of white shorts. You couldn’t see them, so she hoped that no one would notice. Sam wasn’t sure why she didn’t want anyone to notice… hopefully this was allowed. She has never been to a school where she had to wear a uniform. Plus, her body was so small that she had to buy from the sizes from the year younger than her, and it was still rather baggy. This was very aggravating in many ways.

“Fresh air will do me good anyways…” Sam muttered under her breath as she snatched her iPod from her dresser. Turning the door knob, she peeked out; making sure that the hallway was empty. Glad that it now was, she made sure her dorm key was in her pocket, and then left the dreary, empty room, closing the door behind her.

Sam walked down the hall briskly, while putting her ear buds into her ears. She scrolled through all of her songs, not sure what to listen to. Sam walked out of the building and entered the garden. She wasn’t exactly paying attention to where she was going, which was rather stupid of her. Being preoccupied, she bumped into a guy who seemed to be much taller than her, which wasn’t an oddity. The guy whipped around to face her with a very annoyed expression.

“Watch it freshman!” He snapped. Sam’s nose twitched, catching a large whiff of body spray and vampire.

What he said immediately ticked her off because she was not a freshman. Everyone had a kick out of judging her by her height. “I’m not a freshman!” She hissed through clenched teeth. People stopped and stared at their little scene.

“Are you sure? I mean, just look at you!” He snickered rather coldly, and his buddies behind him joined in. Sam felt no embarrassment in what was happening. Just anger. Her fists balled up as her red eyes locked with his. He stopped laughing and swallowed, and decided to bring his attention elsewhere. “Whacha got there Shorty?” He said snatching Sam’s iPod out of her hands. “Ohhh cool! Little kids shouldn’t be playing with such expensive toys! How about I keep it for you?” He snickered again. Sam’s entire body tensed. Her eyes darted around, settling on each of this annoying guy’s buddies. Then back on him. In half a second, Sam crouched down and swept her leg underneath the bully, making him fall backwards onto his back. While he was stunned, trying to gasp for air, Sam darted forwards and took back her music player. She stood up straight, gave the group a mock solute, turned on one foot and sprinted off. She gained speed, her feet thumping against the ground. Sam released an annoyed snarl when she heard them giving chase. It feels like an inverted version of cat an mouse… Sam smiled to herself.

“Excuse me!” Sam yelled as she ran in between two dark haired girls. They both seemed to be playing with their phones. Not too soon after, five guys, her pursuers, ran by them as well. Sam took a sharp turn and ran back into the building hoping to lose them in the halls.


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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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Belial took off, leaving Carmon standing still. She hoped Belial would talk to her again, as she figured she might as well head back to the Dormitory. Once entering room 109, once more, she took a long stare at the place.
"Hmm."
Carmon figured she might as well put on the uniform now, she already noticed others in theirs. She had picked out uniform #2, because she didn't really like dresses in the first place. The bow wasn't going to help make Carmon any more comfortable then she already would be.
Carmon strapped her black hair up in a high pony tail, leaving two pieces of hair out on the side. She liked this look, because the two dangling bangs made her feel so she was at least in a slightly smaller room, and maybe even with darker lighting, while her whole face wasn't covered, making her look...awkward. She unpacked her things, then figured she might as well explore while she could, at least without dropping books every time the bell rang.

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These guys just would not give up. It was going to end badly for them…

Sam ran down the halls, and became aware of another being that seemed to be chasing her. She uttered a snarl and tried to run faster, but she was at her limit, plus she did have some distance between her and them. She rounded a corner, and suddenly slammed into a mass. Being completely unprepared, she bounced off and stumbled back, landing on her butt. She ran into an opening door.

She ran into a door.

Stupid stupid stupid!

“Gotcha!” The lead douchebag grabbed her by her hair and lifted, picking her back up to her feet. Sam did have to admit, this hurt quite a bit. She let out a little gasp and her eyes widened, then narrowed again.

Well if he wants to play dirty… Sam smirked.

"Stop!" A voice from behind shouted. Some of the group turned to look, which supplied her with a distraction. With her jaw clenched, she concentrated hard, squeezing her eyes shut.

Her hands changed first. Her fingers grew shorter and shorter, not to mention silver-blue hair grew on her hand. Claws grew and quickly, her hands became large, fluffy paws. Her sickeningly sharp new claws slid out of place. Sam reached back and felt the tips connect with flesh, leaving nice thin marks.

“Ow!” Her tormenter dropped Sam. She was ready for this. She pivoted on one foot and faced the boys. Taking a few steps back, she darted forward, hopping into the air. Sam planted a solid scissor kick on the leader’s chest, making him fall flat backwards. Sam used him as a spring board and back flipped off of him before he hit the ground. She landed steadily and looked down at him as he groaned on the floor. Her eyes locked with the black haired girl who she had run by outside.



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"47, 48." Allen muttered as he counted under his breath. Each step had to be relatively even otherwise it would throw off his count, and he would slam into a wall which would put a damper on his day. It was always a strange feeling to see red feet shaped shapes stepping onto utter darkness. The darkness, of course, being the hallway's floor because lacking any sort of life, save for the occasional insect lime green, it did not have an aura and left only a dark abyss. He was constantly walking on something that he could not see. Sometimes it felt as if he was going to fall into the unyielding darkness and be swallowed up for an eternity.

Allen snapped his head up as a voice interrupted his counting and musing, "I'm so, so sorry!". Allen glanced at it and wished he hadn't. The bright white light pierced and made him wince. At a far off distance like earlier, the brightness was manageable, but she was so close now that it was like staring into a light bulb. It took a few seconds for his mind to adjust to the brightness, and he noticed the faint 'discharges' that were almost like lightning running along her body. It was an odd aura, but not the strangest he had ever seen.

"Man, such a wasted chance. She is such a cutie." The wolf-boy said with a whistle, "Don't you th.." He started before realizing once again that Allen was blind. Fighting down the numerous insults and desires to inflict bodily pain on his 'companion', Allen chose not to respond and merely ignore him. He was a little annoyed that he missed a chance to insult a royal as she seemed to be in a hurry, no doubt chasing those five boys and the girl with no breast. Well, that was a little unfair as she had breast, just not enough. When all one could see was shapes, there was only so many ways that could be used to describe people besides 'auras' which normal people did not understand, so Allen tended to use breast to judge females. Every guy did it; he was merely more vocal about it.

"52. Fifty-" Allen said staring once more at his feet to ensure the stepping distance remained consistent. His guide turned the corner and Allen followed and met a wall. Or it felt like a wall. Allen stumbled backwards from the sudden and unexpected impact before finally falling backwards and crashing against the ground with a grunt of pain and surprise. "What the fuck!" Allen growled looking up to what he smashed into. The aura was one he remembered, the vampire from earlier. Goldworthy. The disgusting creature with the stupid name, and there she was. Looking down on him after smashing in to him. How dare she.

Allen clenched his hands drawing blood once more as he pushed himself up and off the ground. How dare she look down on him after running in to him, probably on purpose. "You okay?" Wolf boy said appearing from around the corner and then stopped when he noticed the same beautiful woman he had been ogling before.

"No, I am not fucking okay. This stupid," He said motioning at Katherine, "Vampire bitch ran into me like a fucking retarded bull."

Allen took a step towards Katherine, staring down at her... figuratively speaking of course, and then he realized it. In the collision, he had forgotten what number he was on, "God damn it." Allen said furious, "You made me forget how many fucking steps I had taken. Apologize wretched, filthy creature."

Wolf-boy stepped forward and grabbed Allen's arm, "Hey man, chill." Allen ripped his arm out of his grip, "Don't you tell me to 'chill'."

"Apologize." Allen said, and pointed at the ground, "On your knees."

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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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Sam was in another battle stance already, one foot a bit apart from her other, and her paws were almost like little fluffy fists as she held them out in front of her. The dark haired girl smiled a bit and asked, "Are you okay?" Sam gave her a slight nod. "Wait one second." Her smile was more apologetic. Her glare rested on the five boys. "Are you seriously chasing after people on the first day of school? That's truly pathetic, I almost feel sorry for you five." She spoke sternly, as if scolding a group of toddlers, which was how they were acting anyway.

"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.” Sam made the mental note to remember this girl was in the student council. One of them stepped forward threateningly, and Sam tensed up, slowly going back into her battle position.

"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." Her menacing tone and powerful glare seemed to overpower the boys as they all came forward and gave her their names. As the lead douche walked past Sam, she stuck out her foot and tripped him, sending him stumbling forward. He turned and glared at her, and then kept walking when his buddies told him it wasn’t worth it.

"Now that that's out of the way, I'm Belial Lynch, and are you hurt?" Sam turned back to face their girl. She was younger than Sam, but about the same height. Sam mentally growled.

Sam was going to snap a response along the lines of, “I can take care of myself,” but a certain old man’s face popped into her head, asking her, begging her to make friends. That man being her father and her last living relative, Sam sighed and decided it was worth a try.

“My name is Sam.” She stuck out a hand to shake, but realized her hands were still paws. “Whoops…” She muttered and watched as her fingers elongated, the fur shrunk back into her skin, and her claws turned back to finger nails. She stuck her hand back out and continued by saying, “I’m fine. He didn’t have enough time to hurt me.” Sam nodded.


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Katherine dropped the shards after hearing him declare his defeat. "You put up quite the fight but I see no reason in kicking you when you're already down. So now I'll spare you but if theres a next time you won't be so lucky." that was a promise not a threat though either her voice remained sweet-sounding. She had already beat him and she had no vendetta against him so she saw no reason to end his life. It was those she hated or did have a reason to kill, those are the ones who should fear for their lives if they were to get into an altercation with her. "Sorry but I can't stay and chit chat. I've got other things to do but you should probably take it easy for a bit." Katherine was gone in an instant. She stopped when she spotted Belial and a red-head.

With a kind smile she approached the two. "Belial I'm glad you made that announcement." she said to the underclassmen then turned to the red-head. This seemed interesting to her for some reason. She was sure her uniform had taken some damage this was proven bu the two holes and singe marks surrounding them. One was on her sleeve while the other was a hole near her the lower part of her stomach. For right now though she hadn't spoke about it. She stuck out her hand for the red-head to shake it. "Hello, I'm Katherine Goldsworthy, student council vice president." she introduced. She was thinking that she may have just found the killer in the party.

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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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"It's nice to meet you Sam. I'm glad you're not hurt." Sam nodded again, her face still rather blank. She hadn’t even smiled yet.

Sam heard another student approaching the two girls. Her head turned just before she had rounded the corner.

"Belial I'm glad you made that announcement." She complimented Belial by patting her back. Sam remembered hearing an announcement. One about some party with masks that was mandatory. She’ll find out more about it later. Belial thanked her rather embarrassed. "Hello, I'm Katherine Goldsworthy, student council vice president." Katherine turned to Sam and held out her hand, wanting Sam to shake it. Sam glanced at her hand for a moment before slowly grabbing and shaking it.

“Sam Campos.” Sam said blatantly, with another curt nod, no smile. She dropped her hand and it remained at her side. Sam looked the girl over, and saw the burn marks on her uniform. “What’s with your clothes?’ Sam asked bluntly, actually a tad curious.


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Katherine sighed lightly at Sam's question. She was sure Belial must've been wondering the same thing so she simply answered with, "Oh it's nothig really I just got into a little...scuffle." she stated. "Anyways on to more interesting topics can I talk to you about something in a more private place." Katherine was now sure that it would definitely be an entertaining party. After officially getting a killer for the party then she'd go to her dorm and change or kill time until it was time for the party.

At the current time she had to make sure she did in fact complete her part of the party preperations and after getting the killer she'd make sure everything else was in order for the night's events.

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"Oh it's nothig really I just got into a little...scuffle." Sam looked at her with interest, wondering who she had fought with. Before she got a chance to ask, Katherine cut her off.

"Anyways on to more interesting topics can I talk to you about something in a more private place." Sam blinked slowly.

What does she want with me? Sam asked herself, tilting her head to the side slightly in confusion. And why does it have to be private? Everyone had to attend, so what was there to hide? Sam huffed out a breath. Whatever… this school sure it weird as hell…

Sam tilted her head upward instinctively and stared at Katherine for a moment. She shrugged. “Ok then. Lead the way.” Sam muttered, putting her hands into her pockets. Sam glanced at Belial, giving her a silent apology just with the look in her eyes.


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Katherine looked at Belial. "It won't be long. In the meantime decorations need to begin at the location. Once I'm done talking to Sam I'll stop by to help." she said to her before beginning to walk. The only place she could think of where no other would be able to hear their conversation is the student council room so that's where Katherine guided Sam to. Once walking to the lavish space she sat down and looked over at Sam. "I'll simply get to the point. The party happening tonight is no ordinary party. It is a murder mystery game. No one will actually be harmed as the weapon or weapons used will be charmed to prevent real injury or actual death though the victims will be unconscious for some time. You seem like a pretty interesting person so I think you'd be perfect to play the part of the killer. If you win you get a prize but if you lose...well it'll be bad for everyone." she informed.

Katherine knew it was sudden for a girl to be asking someone she litterally just met to play a killer at a party but seeing as how she told her of the conditions she didn't think she would tell. If Sam were to tell she would face punishment as would the person shet told it to. The truth about the sudden party needed to be kept under wraps so if needed Katherine would simply compell Sam to forget. She could compell her to do it anyway but that wouldn't be very much fun.