Memphis's Story

Laurence had to look twice as he saw Dúyè holding the staff, twirling it around proudly as the demon showed off a little to the Headmaster. The boy just couldn't believe it, that the demon had fooled him so easily, so simply, and so soon. He didn't know what he hated more, that the girl had tricked him or that he never even suspected her of doing such an act towards him. Frowning, the mage just stood there for a few minutes.

”W-Why did you do that?” He asked rather sheepishly, though his voice was not filled with anger as such, but instead more emotional and soft as expected from the boy. ”I thought we're supposed to be a team, but how could you be so... dishonest. Why did you trick me!” Narrowing his eyes a little Laurence tried his best to appear as frustrated as he could towards the demon, though the boy couldn't quite pull the look off. It was only then after hearing the light chuckle from Etelka did the boy eventually voice something more truer to his inner feelings, as he uncontrollably snapped in the direction of the demon beside the tree, ”It's not funny! At least I was trying to fight, so stop laughing!”

As quickly as he had spouted it out the boy regretted his words, raising both hands as he placed them tightly over his lips with a look of surprise about him. It was out of character for him to speak like that, and yet just because one had outsmarted him the young mage was taking it out on the other. Looking to Dúyè briefly, the boy then looked to the ground and awkwardly tugged on the edge of his sleeve. ”I still forgive you, whether you deserve it or not. You may have pulled that trick on me but I won't fall for it so easily in the future.” He muttered quietly, seemingly unaware of the thin trail of black aura that began to form around him, his eyes appearing to freely alter into an odd pale shade of red.

Looking around at the other groups who had yet to even start, Laurence began to feel somewhat self-conscious as technically he had already lost. Just that fact on its own caused the boy to bite down on his lower lip, an attempt to hold back his emotions as the last thing he wanted to do was break down into tears just yet. But the fact still remained, and the young mage could only speculate as to how such a foolish choice of judgment could impact on his mark. Would he be marked down for it? Raising his shoulders a bit the boy lowered his head and allowed his chin to touch his chest a little, as he mentally refused to look back at the red-haired girl who’d deceived him so easily. The inner embarrassment he felt at that moment was overwhelming though he tried to keep it in check, attempting to gain control over his nerves but even he knew that was not an easy task.

”I-I need a minute.” He said, turning his back to the demon for a few minutes as the boy rubbed his eyes with his sleeves. And no, he wasn’t crying. Though perhaps feeling like it ever so slightly the boy got himself together, taking a deep breath as he relaxed his shoulders and got his thoughts straightened. ”S-Say Venom,” He began, and slowly turned back around to face Dúyè. ”I know you've got the staff, but if I reclaimed it then that would still count as defending it, right? Plus, I won’t have to be sneaky about it either, unlike some.” Raising a brow in a rather amusing way, a smile then formed on his lips as the boy appeared more like his usual self.

Without warning suddenly, the mage quickly leaped into the air as he practically bounced right over the redhead and came to a graceful landing on the other side of her. Almost as if he had been propelled into the air, he performed it quite effortlessly though that didn't stop him staggering a little as he returned to his upright position. Wasting little time the boy hurried over before jumping up and grabbed the end of the staff before landing back down on his feet, pulling the stick with him as he then gripped it with both hands and pulled it just a tad closer to himself.

”I re-challenge you, Venom! I'm going to get this staff back one way or another!” As a flare of confidence came about him all of a sudden, likewise the black aura too had grown around his small frame. His red eyes looked to the demon in a challenging way, his hold on the tip of the end of the staff just managing to keep on. Though the demon still held the other end, if not more of the staff than he did and could easily snatch it back completely, mostly likely. Parting his legs, the boy pulled on the staff and edged his upper body backwards. The demon was stronger than him, mostly due to that Laurence had little physical strength to him, but he was somewhat oblivious to this fact until now. After a few minutes of heaving and pulling, his feet hadn't moved at all and his head was halfway down his back as the mage had leaned back so far!

And yet still he didn't give up! ”C-Come on Venom, show me what you can really do, or was that all you had? How disappointing!”

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Dúyè's grin remained as she turned to face her mage as he spoke up meekly. The boy's expression and tone of voice was one that might have made someone that wasn't a sociopath feel bad for what they had done, but to Dúyè it was only amusing. "Why? Isn't that obvious? I was tasked with taking this from you and did so using the method I thought would work most easily. It turned out splendidly didn't it? We may be a team but as soon as that disgusting headmaster made this a competition we were enemies." Her orange eyes glance over at Etelka as the sound of her laughter reaches them, her brows rising at the unexpectedly heated reaction from the normally quiet little mage.

Her face twisted in amusement as the boy covered his mouth, apparently surprising himself even. Dúyè could hardly contain her laughter as the boy so pitifully looked to the ground and said he would 'forgive' her. It was around this time however that something of the mage's power seemed to leak out. It was easily detectable to the demon and was enough to change her expression from used to curious as she arched a brow and watched the mage carefully. The boy seemed to making quite the effort to contain himself as he turned away, refusing to even look in Dúyè's direction. Dúyè only shrugged as her gaze wandered to the other groups around the yard, it seemed she was quite obviously the first victor among any of the groups. Whether that was because none of the others were as clever as her or their defenders were a bit too wise didn't much matter to her, she couldn't deny the small ember of pride she felt at being the first to achieve victory.

These thoughts however were interrupted as Laurence finally deemed himself ready to rejoin their little group, now finally turning to fave Dúyè once more. Again a look of curiosity came over her features as she heard the mage's words and saw his expression return to something that seemed to be more normal for the boy. She could easily follow his logic but cared little, to her the contest was over. Before she could say much of anything however the boy quite literally leaped to action. Her head rotated to follow his movements as he jumped overhead and landed effortlessly on the demon's other side. A smirk formed across her lips, perhaps this mage wasn't so helpless after all. Dúyè made no effort to keep the staff away from the mage as he ran up, leaped, and grabbed the opposite end of the wooden stick.

Dúyè held tightly onto the staff, easily resisting the boy's feeble efforts to pull it free from her grasp. Re-challenge? Pff! What a laughable suggestion. With her lips curling into an evil looking smile she spoke gently, "I understand that I've wounded your pride, but my task was to -take- the staff, not to keep it, I have fulfilled the conditions for victory and am thus, the winner." She pulls lightly on the staff before letting it go, the sudden lack of resistance likely causing the mage to stumble back and fall on to his rear. With her grin returned she swiftly returns her hands to her coat pockets, "Instead of getting all mad and crying about it, you should consider this a lesson mage. Never forget who your enemy is and don't place your trust so foolishly in others." With that she turns and begins walking towards the tree where Etelka stood not far off.

Shortly after her chuckle the master shouted at her to desist at once, and of course she stopped immediately. Shame carpeted her as she bowed deeply, "My deepest apologies m'Lord." The master raised his hands to his mouth after the outburst, it seemed he thought he had said something out of place. It was completely irresponsible, disrespectful, utterly distasteful of her to laugh at the master like that, truly the servant deserved worse then a verbal scolding. However despite thinking she deserved it Etelka was hardly going to encourage the young Lord to harm her. Lord Snow then muttered something to Venom, from her place under the tree she did not catch the words but was aware of the growing dark aura around him.

How intriguing, it seemed that this master was not to be trifled with. This aura was powerful, yet it seemed he was trying to suppress it. Why would one want to hold back their strength, this was utterly baffling to Etelka, never once had such a prospect occurred to her. What was the purpose, what was- No, don't think that, don't ask questions. The master would do as he pleased and she would serve him, nothing more. Returning her focus to the matter at hands it seemed the master had pounced at the staff and was wrestling to reclaim it, good, he was determined.

Still he was naive, Venom had not be assigned to keep the staff, only to acquire it. His struggle for the staff ended as the demon released her grip and allowed the young master to fall down with his own force propelling him. She heard the demons advice, Etelka agreed with it completely, trust was not something that should be easily given. Yet hearing Venom speak so condescendingly to the Lord angered his servant, as the red haired demon walked to join Etelka she ignored her approach. She wished to aid her mage but had no desire to wound his pride further, or venture into the sunlight. She also wished to condemn Venom yet she had done nothing wrong, so all the girl could do was maintain her stance under the tree and keep her eyes on the master.

While Etelka choose to not look at the demon and instead continue to observe the defeated master she still spoke quietly as the demon arrived under the tree with her, quiet enough to hopefully avoid the master overhearing. "Ms. Venom, while I do congratulate you on victory I ask you to be more... kind? The humans they have at this academy are undeveloped, and I would like to see my master develop. As such I request of you to humor this trial, of course," the servant reached her hand slowly up to the demons head, pulling her face into her cleavage. She placed her chin atop the head of the demon she had planted in her breasts and whispered sensually, "Of course if you do I'll be glad to give myself to you in return." Etelka let her soft grip go and pushed the demon off her breast, giving a small smile as she waited hopefully for a response.

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Well, if it's an order... Hive mumbled, as he made the conscious decision to turn around instead of getting out of bed. Yesterday had been eventful... And Hive was slowly learning what type of place the academy was. There were still scratches on his face, showing that his insects hadn't been fully replenished yet, and Hive's thoughts buzzed around, trying to make sense of yesterday. He had blanked out completely, waking up with wounds he didn't know where he got them... But nobody seemed to have seen anything much either. And then there was the dark door sealed underneath the wooden floor. He had but two cockroaches down there left, seeing it was impossible to slip underneath the door without vaporising... Hive figured he'd have to bide his chances and wait for one of the dark mages to open the door for him.

Kasumi was gone already, and it seemed his other roommate hadn't slept in the dorm at all that night. Not that Hive paid any mind to that, he'd just ditched him on their first exercise... Rumour had it he'd been deported from the academy. That seemed simple enough, hive thought, although he did wonder where such demons were sent... Mages did not like what they could not control. Hive guessed he was either imprisoned or slain. Neither convincing Hive the lazy bum was a good example to follow... In stark contrast to his decision to sleep in. Still, he could only stand so long to be alone with his thoughts...

When Hive arrived, the exercise had already began. Hive had little idea what was going on, but there were many new faces... Including a rather fierce one. Was that the new headmaster? Hive guessed it to be so. Well, anything better than that wicked, pretentious dark mage, the demon figured, as he slowly worked himself inside the crowd.

“You seem new.” Hive mentioned as he squirmed himself next to a pale girl with a pair of horns and wings. “Though we recall something familiar.” He added, somehow feeling her presence not to be all that new to him. “Have we met?”

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Memphis was already outside and mentally occupying himself whilst the students and staff readied themselves and eventually came out one after the other in their own time. So far, his group was one of the first few to emerge outside and was quick to jump into their exercise, or so he thought. One of the girls stood beside a tree and was seemingly uninvolving herself with the other demon and mage, however the man himself wasn’t too experienced with talking to young girls, and really he didn’t fancy delving into such a thing right now and opted to cast a blind eye to it for the time being. Figuring he’d say something later.

The young mage was already beside the staff and looked ready to defend it, though when the demon he was to face beckoned at him, it looked as if he was allowing the redhead to examine the staff – though from where Memphis stood he couldn’t exactly hear what they were saying, but going by actions, it suggested as much. Rolling his eyes the man knew already that the boy had been played, and sure enough the demon snatched the staff and held it high into the air. "An A+ performance if I do say so myself! Hahaha!"

In response, Memphis merely clapped his hands somewhat unenthusiastically towards the red-haired girl. His applause was short and quickly came to an abrupt end, before the demon gave the other students one last glance, before deciding to walk over to his group. During that time he witnessed the mage attempt to reclaim his staff, a sort-of honorable attempt, however it ended as well as he could have expected. Once over beside the group, or at least the mage since both demons were over by the tree, Memphis looked down at the boy who sat on the ground and gave a disappointed sigh.

"That was the dumbest thing I have ever, sadly, witnessed." He said, reaching down as he grabbed the boy by the collar of his clothing and pulled the mage back upright and onto his feet. "First thing you should know mage, is that, despite everything, never let your competition see the prize." Moving over his hand the demon flicked the youth’s forehead, somewhat hard, just to emphasis his words. "And you sure as hell should not be so naive, I can see we’re going to have a fun time with you." Peering down at the boy Memphis could sense his slight displeasure of the demon, or rather the uncomfortable nature that was evident whenever around him, but the mage would just have to learn to deal with that in his own time. "Besides the obvious issues you have, I guess you’re not entirely that bad. Attempting to get the staff back was a… nice idea, but once it’s lost - it’s lost. That demon outsmarted you and won fair an’ square, so next time think before you act so stupidly, and beat her - oh, and keep an eye on that aura of yours, its so obvious."

With his words of wisdom over the demon was about to head over to the girls, though the pair seemed to be having some form of intimate moment, which kept the demon at bay for the next few minutes. But once they seemed to have finished their brief chatter, he grabbed the boy by the upper arm and lightly pulled him along as the Headmaster approached the females beneath the tree. "Well done Freaky-Eyes, you managed to trick your mage and gained victory through a rather simple method. Though this boy is hardly a challenge for a demon like yourself," He didn’t mean his words to come out as a compliment, and once realizing he was still holding onto the mage the demon quickly let him go."Anyone could fool this boy, so shame on you for taking the easy route. However, a victory is a victory and I cannot take that away from you, and thus you win."

Sparing a moment the Headmaster shot a glance at the other girl, figuring now would be an ideal time to question her a little. "You, tell me why you did not participate in this exercise? If there is a problem then it should be dealt with and addressed now, not later. I expect this team to function together, not individually. You are a demon and capable of doing something, yet do nothing. So speak girl." His words were direct and to the point, carrying little care and concern as really he only wanted an answer, an explanation, nothing more.

His master had always told him to treat the young mages and demons as if they were his own children, but Memphis clearly could not grasp this concept, as he had neither children nor much else to call his own. As such, he’d address the young ones like he’d treat anything else, quite frankly. From the corner of his eye he noticed a new face joining their class, as a demon made their way into the area and sat beside the other demon-girl who he had told was not participating in the exercise. It must’ve been the late student, who finally decided to join them it seemed. Memphis mentally chose to deal with the boy later, once he’d finished dealing with his own group. Turning back to face the three youths, he placed both hands to his hips and let out a puff of smoke. "All in all, not bad. Could be better - though I don't believe it could've been any worse, so an interesting start."

The next thing Laurence knew was that he felt himself falling flat to the ground as he dropped hard onto his backside, visibly causing the boy some discomfort. Throwing his head forward he looked to the demon with a displeased expression, rubbing his side as he edged himself forward a little more. He had heard her words, though clearly wounded more emotionally than physically, as he looked away momentarily with a slight pout. Regardless of what the demon had said it was hardly surprising to think that the mage would most likely still trust others as easily as he did, if not more so without even realizing.

As the girl walked off the boy still remained on the ground, his clothes getting a little dirty as consequence to his sudden fall. The aura still burned around him, growing more rapid as his emotions turned rather downward, though a sudden surprise quickly killed off any little remnants of the darkly source. It was the Headmaster who spoke to him just then, pulling the boy back upright whilst giving the boy a mini fright in the process. From what Laurence could tell the demon was not happy with him, pointing out little flaws here and there, and generally having a go at the boy for his foolish behavior. "Besides the obvious issues you have, I guess you’re not entirely that bad. Attempting to get the staff back was a… nice idea, but once it’s lost - it’s lost. That demon outsmarted you and won fair an’ square, so next time think before you act so stupidly, and beat her - oh, and keep an eye on that aura of yours, its so obvious." The mage smiled just a little to this, feeling just an ouch better about himself as the boy felt oddly encouraged by the Headmaster.

Though when the demon suddenly pulled him along, the mage had to make sure he didn’t trip up or fall whilst being hurried over by the Headmaster. Thankfully he didn’t trip, and was at least saved from further embarrassment for the day at least. The man spoke to the redhead first, and Laurence listened keenly to what he said. However when hearing, "Anyone could fool this boy, so shame on you for taking the easy route. However, a victory is a victory and I cannot take that away from you, and thus you win." The man had released him, and the mage quickly turned round to face the demon.

”N-Not just anyone could fool me! I just didn’t think that’s all, I won’t mess up again!” He protested and formed his hands into firsts, as the boy dared to speak at that moment. It was one thing to have a demon trick him, but to have another one treat him as some dumb child was another thing. ”I know I can beat these demons, and I will next time. J-Just don’t judge me by today, I’ll be a better mage tomorrow! You’ll see.” His aura had returned and was a tad more violent than before, even if the boy tried his best to keep it under control his emotions proved too strong for it to remain in a calm state. However, the Headmaster hadn’t seemed to pay much attention to the boys little outburst, as Memphis moved onto Etelka and questioned the girl about her lack of involvement in their exercise.

The young mage stood silently for the next few minutes, attempting to keep his inner struggle of feelings hidden from the others. Although, so far, he’d more or less failed in that respect and wondered why he was still trying to appear tougher than he was. The Headmaster knew the boy was no good, and his demons most likely viewed him in the same way. Whilst the man looked away briefly for whatever reason, the boy looked to his two demons and said with a disheartened tone, ”I’m going to go clean up, I don’t think I’m needed anymore, anyway.” By the time the Headmaster turned his attention to the group, the young mage had already headed off and made his way back to the class and quickly hide inside. Really, he just needed some excuse to leave, and quickly made his little escape back into the comfort of the classroom.

Running a hand against his sleeve he noticed he was slightly dusty, and began to pat himself down. Laurence debated whether it was worth running and hiding in his dorm, or daring to face his demons again knowing the embarrassment he felt deep inside.

The 'headmaster' walked over to the master and began to speak to him, however the way he went about it annoyed the servant to no ends. He grasped him by the collar and flicked him on the forehead, Etelka wished to lunge at the demon who dared act as such, but still knew it was not her place or in her ability. The two men traveled to meet the girls under the tree, it seemed the exercise was done with and the master would not receive any practice today. It seemed her attempt to get the other demon to continue to play with the boy was fruitless, the exercise was over and they all knew it. It seemed the male demon shamed Venom for taking her route to victory, it was true that was the easy route, someone as worthless as Etelka would win with methods like those. The boy verbally protested for a moment, at least he wished to improve.

Then the 'headmaster' adjusted his attention to Etelka, ""You, tell me why you did not participate in this exercise? If there is a problem then it should be dealt with and addressed now, not later. I expect this team to function together, not individually. You are a demon and capable of doing something, yet do nothing. So speak girl." The girl stared at the man for a moment before looking back to the mage, she still entirely lacked interest in anyone but him. Still, she had no real reason to not reply to the male demon so she did so, "I did not participate because I have nothing to contribute, I entirely lack combat magic and if you cannot tell by my frame and dress I am not a combatant. As such I am only a nuisance in battle, feel free to ask anyone who witnessed me yesterday. Yes I am a demon, I am capable of sewing, cooking, cleaning, torture, and sex, my uses beyond that are limited."

She let out a long sigh as she finished, during her explanation of skills the Lord had mumbled something and began to leave. Etelka looked up to the 'headmaster', "Since your curious I might as well tell you for future exercises, I cannot see in the sun and it burns my flesh quickly, as such I avoid it. Now since our group has already finished our exercise I wish to stay by his Lordship, excuse me." She made her way past the man, venturing into the crippling light again, if he did not believe her before the way she flinched and squint in the light would instantly prove that part true. Now finding the mage would be the tedious part, ugh the stupid girl had forgotten about giving her wand to the Lord.

Thankfully the servant had guessed correctly, he had returned to the classroom and sat dusting himself off. The servant stood in the doorway and looked at the boy for a moment, she had to serve this? Powerful as he was mentally the boy was nothing, naive, uncertain, tedious. Etelka kept her blank expression as she approached the boy, she did not know how to comfort him and would not try, instead she tried to do what she knew. Her eyes ran up and down the boys body, "Do you want those washed now, I can do so with haste. I am to serve you always my Lord." Etelka reached an arm out into the air, the wand conjuring itself into her grasp. She then placed it on the table in front of the master, "That is yours, I would appreciate it if you kept it on you, it will enable me to better serve you."

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As the headmaster announced the task for the day Ichiro's excitement was rightfully placed. Though he it was dulled a tad bit by the fact it was between each own team. It seemed as if Bugby would have to defend himself from Cleo and himself, Ichiro already starting thinking of battle tactics, running through different scenarios in his head looking for the best outcome. Glancing over at Cleo he could feel some potential issues that could arise if they couldn't workout this awkwardness that sprung up all of the sudden. It seemed just on cue though the root of all evil strutted his stuff on over towards them plopping himself down right in front of Liliane.

Listening to him made Ichiro sick. The funny thing was they were not to different in some aspects, they both had enough arrogance to last a life time, from listening to his challenge to Liliane it seemed as if he enjoyed challenges and games as well which made the world go round for Ichiro. Though maybe it was for those reason that Ichiro couldn't stand his Demon counterpart, the funny thing was they are complete opposites when it comes to lust, sex, and physical contact in that manor. From what Ichiro had seen and heard the Demon had clearly no quarrels with being open about it and had no shame when it came to such things. While Ichiro on the other hand talked big talk and had the charm to back it up, but when it came down to it anything of that nature reverted him to childlike behavior. Instantly he gets insanely nervous which is very unusual for him, as well all his vocal charm flies out the window and he becomes hesitant. One instance in particular was on his way to the school were he meet a girl and after a chat she took him to her apartment and they got close and she decided to remove her shirt which after only coming half off, made Ichiro's eyes widen and gave him a atrocious nose bleed, which really kills the mood when the other person thinks your dying. Also with every encounter he shares with the Demon he grows to dislike him even more.

After the Demon walked away Ichiro slowly stood up looking back at Liliane. "Please beat the crap out of him while getting that staff, I can be slightly satisfied watching that smug look being wiped off his face even if I can't be the one doing it." With that he wished her and Muse good luck and headed out. Trying to focus more on his own task then bothering thinking about ways of "accidentally" letting a spear get loose and having it fly at the source of his frustration.

Arriving outside he approached Cleo with a slight bit of hesitation. It worked out fine since in the end Cleo seemed to be ok with starting the conversation. "Ah, it wasn't that long. Don't worry about the sitting thing." He said with a half smile not to sure what to say. As Cleo brought up Ruzik, who Ichiro could easily guess was the red haired Demon, it angered Ichiro a little. "Why does she listen to him, why even hang around him can't she see who he really is." Ichiro said to himself as he clinched his hand into a fist.

Seconds later before allowing for a response he jumped of shock as Cleo grabbed hold of his collar. He had never seen her like this and it was for sure scary. She seemed to calm down after restating the question, but he was still a bit hesitant, he knew that they only had meet the other day, but Cleo didn't seem like someone who could have such ferocity it was a little unsettling. Taking a pause to think it over Ichiro could see that his actions had hurt her. His expression softened as he began to speak. "I'm sorry for what I did, but I would never dump you ever, not Bugby or you. You have nothing to worry about no mage could replace you guys, you are my teammates that's family in my book." He said as he placed his hand on her head slowly petting her. "Did you really think any girl could just replace you." Withdrawing his hand as he folded his arms as he tried to seem more serious, though still holding his calming smile. "I think Ruzik is a bad influence on you though and you shouldn't be so friendly with him, but we can save that for later we don't want to make Bugby wait all day." Saying as he turned to look at Bugby.

It seemed Cleo was ready for the challenge though as she was rearing to go. "I agree, though i'll refrain from using any of my magic unless Bugby forces my hand. I would hate to give him a weapon in the middle of our task." Just as he finished Cleo took off with insane speed. Ichiro took off into a run as well, but it just hit him without his magic he was below weak. He had a decent build, but wasn't either strong or weak when it came to strength and his speed was ok no track star worthy or anything though. Normally he would just summon his armor which increased his strength and speed tremendously, but he couldn't risk giving Bugby the ability to copy it. For now he had to bank on Cleo doing most of the work unless Bugby started using someone else's magic then he would go all out. Still it was surprising to see Cleo's speed as he was still running over by the time she sank her fangs into Bugby.

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Stood by watching and listening with only moderate interest, finding some of it a bit humorous even. She huffed indignantly at the headmaster and spoke, "Only a fool opts not to take the path of least resistance, anything else is simple stupidity. There's no such thing as honor or a fair fight." Seeing as she had no desire to talk any further with the headmaster and that her other two teammates had fled off somewhere to do what she could only imagine was a lot of sulking, she turned and headed back towards the academy herself, a wave given as she went. "I'm off to find some real food. Have fun with the rest of these children."

Her stomach had been protesting the demon all morning. She had had barely a thing to eat and the food she -did- have was some cheap, trashy junk food. She wanted something warm, something cooked, and a hot cup of tea along with it. After a bit of wandering she had found herself at the cafeteria, seeing as it wasn't lunchtime however the place wasn't staffed and meals were not being served. Nevertheless, what -was- there was hot water, instant noodles, and teabags. Certainly not a grand meal but at the very least a warm one.

As she sat in isolation her thoughts drifted to her two other 'team mates'. Laurence was clearly someone who could become a powerful mage, and was perhaps one of respectable power already but, his frame of mind was most certainly his biggest weakness and flaw. Such a naive quality was a dangerous one, especially so around demons and enemies as was the case here at this Academy. Etelka, while beautiful, also seemed to be a bit inept when it came to an all out fight. That said, she hadn't truly yet seen the woman's powers or abilities as of yet, so a final judgement was not possible. All in all however, her confidence in her group had wavered severely. Dúyè was a woman who liked to win, and stuck with these two she was uncertain if she would able to achieve such victory here at the Academy. She could only sigh before slurping up the last of her noodles and leaning back in her seat. She was uncertain what was next for them that day but she didn't really care, if she was needed someone could find her and until then, she was content to laze about here and sip at her tea.

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Memphis stood and gave little response as the red-haired demon walked off, clearly seeing little else to converse with to the Headmaster. The other two had slinked off earlier, Etelka and Laurence, and now the other demon had too, which left the elder demon questioning his approach. Was he too hard on then? Maybe he lacked a sense of kindness towards them, or something like that. Not that he overly cared, he was their teacher and they would have to accept his ways. However. Having that girl just walk off as she did irked the man a little, not to mention the other two, though perhaps not through his expression he showed this, but the general temperature around him increased just a little. But it quickly died out a few minutes after.

With a shrug he brushed the thought off, puffing away at his cigarette as he turned and walked off towards were the two other demon sat. The horned-girl and late demon, who had caught his attention earlier. As he walked over the fire-demon kept what his own group had said to him deep in his mind, figuring perhaps there was some work that could be done to help improve the three as a team. Either way, Memphis wasn’t exactly experienced with this sort of thing, but if he needed to, he would bother the other teachers about it and hear their thoughts and advice later on, out of class.

Once over, the Headmaster sat up and behind the two younger demons. Peering down at them almost, he figured he ought to interrogate the boy who had been late. "You," He tapped the boys shoulder, expecting him to face him and continued. "Why were you late to class? Does it bore you that much, or were you unaware that there’s a new boss here." Leaning back, he casted a glance over the other students, before briefly looking to the horned-girl. He knew she wanted to participate, but she couldn’t. At least she didn’t seem like the whiny type and actually accepted his decision, somewhat. "It’s kind-of handy, since you two are in the same group. Perhaps you should take advantage of this, you know."

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Cleo kept herself low to the ground as the blades soared overhead, but once seeing Ichiro knock the staff closer to her, the feline knew she had to get it and put an end to all of this! As, perhaps unlike her two teammates, the girl wished to end the fighting as clearly everyone had taken their fair share of pain. And Cleo didn’t enjoy seeing her friends so hurt, and whatever else. With a deep breath the girl sprang forward, weaving in and out of the last few blades that came her way before throwing herself over to beside the staff.

Slamming her hands onto it and curling her fingers round it tightly, the girl lay on her stomach against the ground before rolling onto her back and holding the staff up high into the air. ”I-I got it! Look, see! It’s over! OVER!” She called as loudly as she could, before forcing herself upright and gradually getting to her feet. Once steady and finally standing, the feline raised her arms up whilst still holding onto the staff – just to ensure their teacher saw it, and knew that they had won! A moment after, the girl turned and faced her teammates. ”Guys, it’s over. We don’t have to fight anymore!” Clearly content with this fact the girl dropped her arms to her sides, though still held the staff in one of her hands before the demon dropped to the ground and rested on her knees.

She was tired and exhausted, her gut aching from the kicking she had gotten earlier, and not to mention the assault of blades that she had narrowly escaped from. The exercise had certainly not what she had been expecting, and given how she felt at that moment Cleo wasn’t entirely fussed about how well or badly she had done on the assessment. She and Ichiro had won, that was the main thing! And, she had learned quite a bit from the exercise too in regards to her teammates – in a way she felt like she knew both of them better through it, which was also a good thing. ”Guys… you both ok?” Whilst asking, the girl used what little strength she had left to propel herself up and off the ground as she staggered over to where Ichiro and Bugby were, standing herself between them. She didn’t want any more fighting from the pair, and given that the exercise was over, she didn’t expect it either. However, the way both demon and mage appeared, the girl couldn’t entirely say for sure if things were truly finished or not. ”Please don’t fight anymore, I don’t want us killing each other for no reason. So please, you know, let’s just go and relax now that it’s done with. Sound good?”

As the two Dark Mages finished talking, Memphis turned to them and gained their attention. The demon then replied Midora's offer earlier, "True, I do not know much of this academy and its ways – an assistant would prove useful. If you’re up to the challenge then consider yourself promoted," He grinned a little towards the him before concluding. "It may take some time for me to refer to you by your first names. My master taught me to always address others by their surname – he guessed it would make me seem more polite. But anyway, Mr. Kurayami and Mr. Akigawa, that is another thing for another day.”

"Thanks, it's my pleasure. I will do my best." Midora nodded as he turned his attention back to the noisy class. Mikari poked his cheek, again, "Well, well, someone got promoted. That's a good sign, hmm?"

"It's for the Academy's sake, after all." Midora answered.

"But still, it was nice though. Wanna go out for some BBQ tonight to celebrate?" Mikari grinned. It's been a long while since the two of them ever had a chance to hang out with each other.

Midora kept silent and think for a while, then nodded, "Sure, why not?"

"Hehe, I'm looking forward to, it's been a while." Still with a light-hearted grin, Mikari cheerfully said to his friend. A moment later, Memphis began to made his announcement of the assignment that they're going to have that morning. The Demon spoke with confident, to which Midora was quite please. He believes that their new Headmaster should be able to take it in a right way. And Midora can try to devote some of his strength to help him.

"Right, onto your assessment for this morning." The Demon intrigued. "I’ve decided that this morning will be spent doing an exercise known as ‘Defend The Staff’. One student from each group will defend a staff whilst their teammates try to capture it by any means. It is a simple exercise though it means a great deal, oh - and you will be marked on your performance. Obviously whoever wins will get more marks, though there are a few things that will be taken into consideration; such as skill, precision, and how many injuries you sustain – if any."

Defend The Staff, huh? Midora moved his fingers to his chin and thought for a moment. This is just a simple game, but if the groups of students take this on highly, the Teachers should be able to make the correct judgement of their strength and how they pull out what they're good at in combat. A nice warm-up for the morning session, I must say. Midora thought as he glanced at the Demon for a few seconds. He remembers that their Sensei used to apply this kind of exercises for them in the past too so this isn't something that both of them are not familiar with. For now, their job is to sit back and observe their students.

After Memphis has finished with all the division for the groups and 'encouraged' the students with a few more word, he turned to the Teachers, "As I said you’re all expected to watch your students and judge them, take notes if needed, and once they’re all done I expect you to give them feedback and point out their downfalls and strengths. They’ll never improve if they don’t hear the truth – so be brutally honest to them, I demand you do that. Miss Rayne, you'll be joining Mr. Akigawa, as your students are together for this exercise. Once you’re ready meet me outside, and if you have any questions, well, you know where I am."

Midora nodded, "Understood."

Mikari grinned, "I'm ready. Let's get the show on the road."

As all the students began to make their ways, the Teachers also stood up and walked behind them. When they're outside at the training ground, they went to the observing seats near there and sat down. Midora crossed his legs and his arms as he observed Bugby went to defend the staff while Cleo and Ichiro was planning strategies against him. Midora's expression was as emotionless as ever, but he actually felt quite interested in what are going to happen next. He still hasn't forgot Ichiro's performance yesterday so he will have to keep his eyes on the Mage more.

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The four of them were observing intentively on Group 1 and Group 3 performances, while Group 4 and Liliane were somehow delayed a bit, much to Mikari's annoyance. But it seemed that Group 1 has brought their fight into a swift end. After Memphis walked towards his own group, Hive arrived and standing next to the black-haired demon, seemingly unaware of what has happened so far. Midora shrugged, he knows the demon was definitely having a grudge for him because he didn't allow them to trespass his chamber. But that is none of his concern in the slightest.

It was quite a bloody fight, although it was just a session, Midora has to admit. It was nice to see them really devoted themselves into this. ”I-I got it! Look, see! It’s over! OVER!” Cleo called as loudly as she could, before forcing herself upright and gradually getting to her feet while waving the staff just for Midora to see. He sighed then stood up and walked towards where the three of them were.

"I must admit that you all have managed to carry out quite a bloody fight." He spoke up and gained their attention, "But I'm glad that you've tried your best. You two have achieved a victory worth to look up to. I've paid close attention on every movements of you two and I think you've done it well. So, congrats, I think." He paused a bit before turning his gaze to Cleo, "When first looking at you, I don't think that you're really a fighter at heart, but you set aside all of that. You has made good use of her strength and ability. Nice dodging all those blades, I think. And you've also taken up the more of a leading role between you and Ichiro. But still, you keep your head cool and did your job well. I hope that you can continue to improve."

Then he turned to Ichiro, "And you, it seemed that the 'Ichiro' when he is still in his mind and the 'Ichiro' of insanity was the polar opposite, hmm? Your movements, your plannings, the ways you make use of your abilities, etc are quite remarkable. Compare to your performance yesterday, it was a nice change. That ending attack was pretty impressive, I must say. Despite having Bugby copying your ability, you still managed to turn it into your advantage, although it was risky. So, from now on, just keep doing well like this and you will be stronger." Midora spoke with the usual monotonous voice, but his advice were genuine. Then he concluded in a rather sarcastic tone, "If you were as good yesterday then perhaps you could have given me a few scratches."

And finally, he looked at Bugby, "Then it comes to you. I know that you're on the more disadvantage side because you have to stood up by yourself against two of your teammates. It's true that you gave them quite a hard time while defending the staff, but with someone who has such ability like you, I had higher expectations than that. You should be more concern of your own limits and try to keep yourself sane no matter what the situations are. Losing control of ones' abilities are one of the top mistakes that you must never make in combat, bear that in mind. But still, you really did your best and make good uses of their abilities. However, don't let this failure discourage you. Next time, you can win if you really give it your all."

Midora crossed his arms as he concluded, "That's all I want to comment base on your performance. This exercise is just a small warm-up for some of the greater challenges in the future so I hope you all will keep improving day by day." He paused a bit before continued, "Okay, now you're free to take a break before the next assignment from the Headmaster. I suggest you should visit the nurse to take care of your injuries for now. If you need my presence, you know where to find me."

With that said, he gave them a graceful bow then turned his back and walked away. But just as he was walking, a small portal appeared from nowhere and a clip-board then fell from it. He swiftly caught it and gave it a quick glance. It was an mission from the Upper Department. Since he wasn't the Headmaster anymore, this is not something that he has the rights anymore so Midora figures that the one who will decide from now is their new Headmaster.

He then walked towards Memphis, who seemingly was speaking with Hive about the reasons for his absence. "Hey, boss." Midora spoke up to gain the Demon's attention as he walked to the man, "The Department has sent us a new mission. When you're finished with all the jobs here, we should talk in your Office. Since I'm going to be your new assistant, we should have the same workplace. There was an empty desk so I'm going to take my stuffs there. Hope that you don't mind. See you later."

Midora bowed to him and made his way back inside. He went to the Teacher's Office and gathered his stuffs then put them all in a medium-sized box. It's not like that he has a lot of things though. Carrying them to the Headmaster's Office, he arranged them neatly on the empty desk in the room. After everything has been done, he sighed contentedly as he sat down and began to look through the papers on the clip-board carefully.

Meanwhile, Mikari still sitting and waiting impatiently until his students really going to have some actions. He sighed depressingly but knows that there's nothing that he could do right now. If Midora was sitting next to him, at least he can still bother him so that he can kill this boredom. The more he waited, the more annoyed Mikari became. I hope they're going to do their absolutely best or I'll kick their asses for making me waiting like this just.

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Before Hive and the mystery girl got to talk much, his attention was caught by Cleo. He nodded as encouragement as he mirrored her grin, but the smile quickly faded when Cleo turned around. She was adjusting so quickly, yet remained herself. Hive was glad she didn't see what kind of place the academy truly was... Or did she? Cleo's words from the day before rang into his head as she had begged of him not to cause trouble. For the better or worse, she was trying to protect him... Which meant that even though Cleo seemed so carefree, at some level she was aware of the danger looming over them.

Hive didn't get to catch the end of the match, as he felt someone tapping for his attention. “You're that new headmaster?” Hive looked over his shoulder, expecting to see some other pompous mage. The man behind him looked nothing of the sort. A headmaster with that posture? While smoking a cigarette? Was he joking? The guy was a complete contrast to every other teacher on the academy grounds. Hive didn't know whether to laugh or not. He couldn't tell if the man was pulling a fast one.

“Our last class was a murder simulation. It doesn't so much bore as it concerns us.” Hive replied boorishly, no longer facing Memphis. “We're observing, if that is what you're prying on. Even if we just missed the conclusion.” He continued, resisting the urge to add an accentuated headmaster at the end of his sentence. Hive had made Cleo a promise after all, even if the both of them likely knew that sooner or later the demon was going to break it.

A second man coming up from behind suddenly put Hive on his guard. It was Midora. Hive still had no idea what had happened the other day, outside of the previous headmaster being responsible for it. His body tensed up as he scowled, unable to hide his dislike and discomfort. However the strangest thing was that Midora called the man boss...

“So that wasn't a joke after all.” Hive mused, more to himself than Memphis, as Midora walked away.

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When hearing a familiar voice summoning his attention Memphis looked and quickly saw Midora approaching him whilst holding a clipboard. ”The Department has sent us a new mission. When you're finished with all the jobs here, we should talk in your Office. Since I'm going to be your new assistant, we should have the same workplace. There was an empty desk so I'm going to take my stuffs there. Hope that you don't mind. See you later." The demon did not reject the idea of the pair sharing a workplace, as the mage had said it did make some sense, and thus Memphis gave a confirming nod to the other man. "Alright Mr. Kurayami, I will meet you there once I am done here. We will talk then," Watching the mage leave another voice caught the demon’s attention, as he turned and saw the younger demon in front of him had actually spoke, and promptly said, "I never joke, Hive."

He had heard what the demon had said before, and perhaps even agreed with him a little. Most demons would likely find the tasks somewhat murderous, but surely that was the fun of it? Memphis shrugged, he wasn’t that interested especially as he had played no hand in yesterdays events. However, the Headmaster could not fail to notice the evident displeasure Hive held for his mage colleague. "He displeases you?" The redhead quietly commented, though found it amusing all the same. He too had once held a slight disliking for mages, but that was a very long time ago and he was quite young at the time. "Well, you are entitled to feel as you wish. I cannot rip that away from you however, if you care to take note, mages are not all that bad. They are like us, demons, only without the hell. Some are good, some are bad, and the rest just don’t care." Standing up the demon stretched his hands into the air before glancing around the area. Another group had finished which only left one, which wasn’t so bad.

"Things should be coming to an end soon so why don’t you go and pester your friends, if you have any. Otherwise sit and wait." The Headmaster said half-amusingly to the two young demons before him, before turning and heading over to Mikari, as he stood near the mage teacher. "Your group likes to keep you in suspense, I see. Well, once they do finish things you can let them go for a break afterwards. I, however, have to go meet Mr. Kurayami in my office – or our office, I guess, now that he’s moving in." With that said the demon turned round and began to head off, giving a very brief wave of his hand as he left the area and entered the classroom - quickly recognizing the two figures there.

"Etelka, Laurence. I think you two should make yourselves busy and go take a break. The redhead left shortly before, and I think you two should get something to eat as well before our next class. Especially you young mage, you look like you need it." He said to the two youths, barley even taking a moment to look at them as the demon kept walking through the room and made his way through the Academy and to his office.

However, as he reached the door the redhead could hear an unfamiliar voice coming from within the room, and when sneaking a quick glance he saw a student with Midora. Memphis recognized the boy from their class, though his name escaped him. The Headmaster concluded it was an issue that was best sorted between a teacher and their student, and the redhead did not wish intrude just yet. Instead, he waited outside and leaned against the wall, though was very intrigued as he slightly overheard their conversation – a part of him interested to see how the mage dealt with such a young demon. Hopefully they hadn’t spotted him earlier, as they Headmaster tried to keep himself as quiet as he could.

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Cleo listened to what Midora said, and though the man seemed quite pleased with her the feline wasn’t entirely sure how to take his words. The mage was right in that the girl perhaps didn’t look exactly like a fighter – then again she was a house-cat before so fighting wasn’t exactly a normality for the girl, but in her heart now was the beginnings of a true fighter – maybe! Smiling, the girl listened to the rest of his words before the teacher left. Quickly the feline looked to her teammates and gave them an even bigger smile.

”It’s kinda funny, that after all that, we’re actually better friends I think.” She laughed, noting especially how Bugby made an effort with their mage just earlier, which really made the girl truly happy. Just then Ichiro asked about the nurses office and how they out to guide him there, which presumably both demons would be happy to do. But Bugby had said something about meeting them there later, which Cleo just gave a nod too. ”Sure, I can get us there in no time! But you better meet us there Bugby, you need to see a nurse too – got it? Don’t make us have to drag you there.” She teased playfully before turning to Ichiro after the demon-boy had left.

”You look like you took a pretty bad hit, Ichi. But not to worry I’ll make sure to you get to the infirmary as quickly as I can,” The feline assured her mage, before taking one of his hands and holding it securely in one of her own in order to guide him better. After a moment she pulled him along, giggling afterwards, ”We best go now.”

Seemingly set with her priorities the girl lead the boy towards the classroom as expected, but then her attention was momentarily snatched away as she spied Hive again, and just as quickly let go of Ichiro’s hand and quickly dashed over to the familiar demon. ”Hive! Did you see, did you? We won, me and Ichiro! It was really cool.” She purred, resting her hands against his leg as she leaned on it a little and moved her face close to his with her ears flickering back and forth contently. Like some curious kitten that was exploring the world, the girl eyed the other demon carefully, inspecting him almost. ”Are you ok? You were really confused the other day, I didn’t get a chance to see you afterward. I hope you’re feeling better now, and you better be keeping out of trouble.”

Playfully warning her companion the demon then just remembered her mage. ”Oh, I’m just taking Ichiro to the infirmary since he got injured – why don’t you come with us? I haven’t spent any time with you really. Well, the offers there though I better hurry and make sure Ichiro gets to the nurse in time!” Hopping off Hive, the feline gave both her friend and the horned-girl a wave before skipping back over to her mage and resumed taking hold of his hand. Without even saying anything the girl just sprang forward, pulling the injured boy with her carelessly, as the cat tried to get him to the infirmary as quickly as she could.

Due to Cleo’s rushing around the pair reached the infirmary quite quickly, unsurprisingly. As they headed into the infirmary the girl walked straight over to one of the beds and pushed Ichiro onto one, before sitting herself up and onto the edge of the bed. ”The nurse should be here soon so just relax Ichi, and, well, you know – don’t die.” Though speaking so casually the cat was in-fact very concerned with the boys health - since she had gone through this before with her old mage. The old woman who raised her had died of old age, and though slightly different, the girl had experienced losing a mage before and didn’t want to lose Ichiro either.

With a sigh the girl lowered her ears and looked to the boy. ”I’m sorry I wasn’t much help during the exercise, I’m not exactly a fighter – I just run around and bite. Heh, house-cats aren’t really made to be fighters, but I promise I’ll get better and then I can protect you better, Ichi.” Though initially sounding a little down the girl quickly cheered up towards the end of her words, as she then rested her hands on either side of the boy before leaning over and nuzzling under his chin – just like a big cat would do, really. ”And I’m sorry for hissing at you earlier, I just get too protective of you. I don’t want some mage taking you away from us – but I guess I don’t have to worry about that now.”

Leaning away from the boy, the feline returned to her sitting position as the nurse then entered the room. It was Nurse Julie, a rather fun woman who all the students seemed to love. ”Wow, that looks nasty.” She commented, putting her hands to her hips and raising a brow towards the cat. ”You don’t look any better either. Well, looks like I better get to work then!” She softly giggled, before walking over and lightly pushing the blonde boy against the bed. ”You best take it easy, got it?”

Examining his leg more closely, the nurse let out another quiet giggle. ”If I’m going to heal that leg then I need a better look at it to see how bad it is – so you’re going to have to remove your trousers so that I can examine it. Oh, and don't worry about any blood! I can clean that up. But, if you’re real good about it, I may give you a lollipop.” Giving the students some privacy the woman went into the other room, probably to see about some lollipops in the meantime.

Cleo just looked to Ichiro rather casually, and teased, ”Well, on you go. Want me to leave you for a bit, you know, cause some guys are real shy about stuff like that around girls.”

Laurence froze a little as the demon caressed his face briefly, though he listened to her words very carefully and looked the girl directly in the eyes. Before he could say anything in response Etelka then raised her other hand and bit down on one of her fingers. He heard the crushing noise and visibly flinched upon witnessing it. Shortly after the demon left and sat back down at her desk, and whilst she did so Laurence refrained from saying anything for the next few minutes as he pondered quietly to himself.

”Ah!” He suddenly smiled, hopping over and making his way beside the demon whilst minding to avoid the little trail of blood on the floor. ”You’re right Etelka, you’re very right! What you said, it made sense,” Twirling the wand round in his hand he then rested the end of it against his shoulder, making sure the tip was just above and avoiding his face and shoulder, as the thing appeared pretty sharp and the mage didn’t wish injure himself. Though whether he’d manage to was debatable. ”I’m going to become the best mage here and get everyone’s respect! I’m not going to lose ever again, I swear that! And... and... when I do that, I can keep you safe too. You wouldn't have to ever fight, Etelka!”

A moment later, the boy leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the demon in the form of a hug. Clearly he was out of his brief mood, and the mage appeared rather happier before quickly releasing the demon soon after. ”Etelka, Laurence. I think you two should make yourselves busy and go take a break. The redhead left shortly before, and I think you two should get something to eat as well before our next class. Especially you young mage, you look like you need it." A voice suddenly spoke, causing the boy to look and see their Headmaster hurrying through the classroom suddenly. It took a minute or so for the boy to grasp what the man had said, and once he had Laurence looked to Etelka just then.

”He’s right we should go. I’m pretty hungry now that I think about it, I only just arrived this morning so I haven’t had a chance to really get something to eat,” Turning round the boy took a few steps forward, bringing the wand round as he held it carefully in front of him. So far, he’d gotten quite use to the weapon, and if it pleased his demon then the mage would keep it with him for now. ”Let’s go, Etelka.” He smiled, looking to the girl momentarily before heading for the door. ”I'll lead the way and we'll get there in no time!”

Though not exactly knowing where the cafeteria was, the boy could follow the signs that were placed on the walls and used them to guide himself. It didn’t take long to get there, and perhaps he was just eager to find the place so he could settle his hunger. However, soon after arriving the mage noticed a familiar redhead at a table, causing the boy to duck a little and creep over behind her. Once there, he hoped he had crept over undetected, before peering over the girls shoulder somewhat curiously as he looked at her.

”Heeeeyyyyy… Venom! What you doing?” He asked with a grin. ”Miss us? Bet you did!” Shortly after he plopped himself down on the seat next to the demon, waiting for Etelka to join them as the mage rested his arms on the table and gazed at Venom with an amused expression. ”You know, I’m still waiting on that rematch. ‘Cause you know, I’m not going to lose ever again, and I don't mean protecting some staff neither. I mean a real match.” He said confidently with another grin, twirling the wand in his fingers as he sat it on the table.

As Midora read through the pages carefully, he thought about the mission that the Department has given them. So a Window is open and they wanted us to take care of it huh? This is not a very difficult task but it is not easy either. Midora figured that he could challenge the students by given them this task as an exercise, but he has to discuss with Memphis first, the red-head Demon was the one who is in charge of all this, although Midora can suggest ways to solve this problem. He began to thought which ones he should advise to send since most of them are probably drained after this morning task.

Suddenly, he heard that there were some knocks on the Office's door. "Please come in." Midora said as the door was opened and came in someone he hasn't expected - Bugby. The Demon walked in with his usual "don't-mess-with-me" style, he greeted Midora as he gave him a frown. ”About what you said earlier, to my group, well, to me more exactly,” The young demon said, but Midora can clearly read from Bugby that he was somewhat not very pleased in Midora's presence. ”You said if we needed you we would know where to find you, so I wanted to talk to you… if that’s not a problem.”

"Of course." Midora put down the clip-board, clasped his hands and rest his chin on them them, "Is there anything you would like to say?"

”It’s just I’d appreciate it if you didn’t place such high expectations on me. I mean, I did try my best to beat Ichiro and Cleo, but I still lost. You judged my ability from what you saw but I don't believe you really know the extent of my power, and thus are not fit to judge my ability. You're just a mage who happens to be in-charge of me, and if you really took an interest in your students then you'd know that whenever I attempt to mimic multiple abilities from different people things always go wrong, my concentration lapses. I mean, don't our profiles tell you anything that's relevant? But yeah, what I'm trying to say is that I didn't like how you judged me and that I don't really plan to live up to whatever you expect from me, Mr. Kurayami.” The demon spoke up his mind and Midora was rather surprise to see a young, troublesome Demon being able to be so genuine with him. That's a good sign. But what the Demon was saying next aren't pleasant to hear in the slightest.

”I’m not as remarkable as Ichiro, or as daring as Cleo. I don’t even know why I’m at the Academy since I’m clearly not suitable here. My parents made a mistake sending me here,” Lowering his gaze the boy sighed a little. ”Anyway, that was it really. I just wanted to make things clear.”

It irritates him. It always does. He hates it when people keep admitting to themselves that they were weak, that they aren't worth to meet everyone's else expects. It just like they're making up excuses so that they don't have to moving forward. Thoughts like that are the very reason why there are just a certain people who have to keep their heads down for their whole lives. Midora considered it as the worst of disgrace. Looking up to the Demon, he retains his usual calm expression, but on the inside, he knows that it will take some while for them to understand, but he just couldn't stand anyone, especially his students having such thoughts. However, he is still sane enough to knows the person who is talking to him right now and he decided it'd be the best to let him have a chance to improve.

"First, I want to praise you for having courage to speak up your mind like that. I understand that my judgement was made solely on my point of view during your session. I didn't have any power that resembles you nor if I'd ever worked with someone with your ability so I may have not made a 100% correct judgement. However, I believe that what I've said earlier isn't wrong. The reason why I gave you those comments is that I trust you, as your teacher." Midora replied with the usual monotonous tone, but of course, every words that he has said were genuine.

Then he continued, "I think that it might because you didn't really understand the way I work. Of course, I've read your profiles carefully and I know your strengths and your weaknesses, though I need to watch you more from now on so that I can have better views of what you're truly capable. It's true that people sometimes, or even often, make mistakes. I think the reason why you've failed not because that you're weak, it just you didn't fully understand your own limits. Trying your best doesn't mean that you have to harassing yourself and pushing it too much. It is either that you don't want yourself to improve, or just that you don't have anyone to help you to. But you are here, aren't you? We can definitely work on that." Midora paused a bit to let his words sink in, "Even I, when I was young as you, I couldn't control my power properly either and I didn't remember a time that I went back from school without destroying something or even injured someone. But I tried, and eventually I became who I am right now. That is why I had my expectations on you because I know sooner or later, you CAN change. Whether worse or better is a different story."

Midora leaned further to Bugby, "And one more thing, I didn't really know what your parents had done to you go during your time staying with them. But at least, they realized your ability, they want you to be better. I won't defend them for whatever horrors they made you went through, but once they've sent you to this Academy, they've given you a chance to earn something that even they didn't know - freedom." As Midora spoke about this, he closed his eyes for a few moments as memories from the past began to pouring back to him. He was abandoned by the people who has brought him to this life. They humiliated him as if he is worse than the worst of scumbags, as if he was never their child, just because he was different. It was painful for him anytime he recalls it. But it didn't totally bad either. It was then, although he was full of grief that he has destroyed the very place where he was born, that he realized that he has the chance to follow whatever his heart desires, to be himself.

He looked up to Bugby, "I understand that most of you think this is just some sort of punishment, a prison no less, for those who are considered as misfits such as you. But not many think of this as a chance for them to renew their lives. No matter whatever purposes you came here for, willfully or forcefully, we Teachers want you to better yourself, even if you have no interests in doing so. You know why? Because once you've enough strength, once you've been held highly, no one can stop you from spreading your own wings, even your parents. It is the 'freedom' that personally I want you all to achieve one day. Have you understand?"

Then, he placed both of his arms casually on the table, "Bugby, your two teammates aren't as perfect as you thought they were. They also had their own flaws, you know. If you saw what Ichiro did yesterday, you will think different. Cleo also, but I hadn't told her about it yet. Which is why I don't want you to keep saying as if you are good for nothing like that. YOU are strong, ALL of you are strong, it just you need someone to help you realize that. Whether I was having an interest for you or not, my duty is to guide you, to teach you what is right, and I always keeping an eye open on you, you just didn't realize it, keep that in mind."

Midora came into his conclusion as he held the clip-board and tapped it onto his desk, "I know that you don't really like me, the reasons why are not my concern. But these are the sincerest advice from your supervisor. Whether you take them or not..." He said as he tilted his head with a light smile, "...is your choice."

With that said, Midora turned to the door, "Now, if you'd excuse us. The Headmaster and I have some problems to discuss, I suggest you should go to the infirmary to treat whatever problems you had, you'll need it." Then, Midora cleared his throat and raised his voice so that the person who is standing outside can hear, "Please come in, boss."

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As the students finally are going to make some moves, Mikari couldn't felt more relieved. He crossed his legs as he felt somewhat excited for the fight. Mikari expects it to be bloody and intense as he always love to watch others sparring. Finally. Mikari's lips formed into a smirk as he saw Ruzik defended the staff while the other three girls are going to steal it from him. What the red-head Demon didn't realize that the Dark Mage knew about him more than he thought. For now, his job is to pay close attention to him and interrupted before Ruzik could has a chance for whatever schemes he had. Don't underestimate me. Mikari can be easy-going, but once he had had his eyes on someone, not a single movement of that person will escape his eyes.

As the fight went on, Mikari kept observing and realized the strategies that the other three girls used in order to go against the Incubus. But Ruzik was actually better than Mikari has thought before as he saw him up against the other three at the same time without much efforts. He sighed, looks like he got to push the Demon a bit more. However, at the first moment, he could immediately realized that something was going to be wrong when the battle's intensity got higher.

Mikari had felt that something has gone wrong when he felt the sense of bloodlust from them. The ones who remained standing, which are Liliane and Ruzik, emitted a very intense desire for killing. It's not like that he has never felt something like that before - Midora's bloodlust at his full power were a lot more intimidating than the two could ever compare, but if things keep going like this, one of them might really lose their lives.

Right at the moment Liliane placed his hand onto Ruzik's head, Mikari swiftly stood up and yelled as he approached them, "This fight is over! Stop!" But it seemed she ignored his order. Luckily, Ms. Sarah has stopped Liliane and pinned her against the bench where they were sitting. He went to checked on Ruzik. The Demon's energy is completely drained and his heartbeats are slower than usual, but fortunately that it wasn't really life-threatening yet. The Demon has lost his consciousness. Mikari sighed. He wouldn't be surprised if his beloved student is going to receive severe punishment for not being unable to control his killing intents, and the same would also goes to Liliane.

He looked up and saw that Muse has already go and get some help for Kou so he better worried for Ruzik and Kasumi for now. He stood up and reached for his bag of powder and blew a kind of levitating dust to the two. Kasumi floated on air and flew to Mikari. Until the dust wear off, the two of them will floated mid-air and follow Mikari wherever he goes. He then turned his back and went to the bench. Ms. Sarah, after comforting Liliane a bit, stood up and looked at Mikari. ”I can’t do anything more since they are primarily your group for the day so I’ll let you take action and decide what should be done.” She said as he stepped back.

Mikari could only sighed as he stood in front of the Mage and looked at her with a disappointed look, "I had expected better from the two of you and now you let your own hatred for each other to blind you from sanity." Mikari said depressingly to with another sigh then turned to Ms. Sarah, "According to the rules, whenever a student's killing intents got too high, which leads to them losing control of their own bloodlust, no matter intently or accidentally, resulting them in doing any actions or attempts that are life-threatening for the other students, the Teachers have the rights to temporarily seal that student's powers. But further decisions and punishments will be made by the Headmaster himself. Things have went out of control so I won't be able to make any judgement, which is the purpose of this exercise. For now, I will do what I have to."

With that said, Mikari raised his arm toward Liliane as a dark circle appeared and black chains sprung out from it, circling around the Mage before they merged into her, leaving countless marks with the shape of chains on her body. "Until the Headmaster decide what to do, you will be banned from using your power. I will take you to the detention room. Sorted out whatever problems you had with your Teacher when you get there, I can't do anything otherwise." Mikari said then turned to the Demon Teacher, "Please come with me, Ms. Sarah."

With that said, Mikari helped Liliane to stood up and made her walked by his side as he took them out of the practice's ground. He then took her to the detention room. When he reached there, he asked Ms. Sarah, "I will take these two to the infirmary and inform the Headmaster. Please look after Liliane until the Headmaster come." He said then turned his back and walked towards the infirmary's direction. Upon arriving there, he saw that Julie the Nurse are already busying with the other students from Midora's group. He sighed, "I'm sorry, Julie." He cleared his throat in order to gain her attention, "Looks like you already having a busy morning today, but can you take care of these two too? I'd be grateful."

He said with a light-hearted smile then waved his arm and two students were gently laid on two empty beds in the Office. "Oh, and before I forget." Mikari said as he took out a power-sealing talisman from his robe, "Please place this talisman on that red-head when he has recovered a bit. Let just say that things have went out of control a bit and the Headmaster will decide what to do. Thanks and see you later." He smiled before headed out and walked towards the Headmaster's Office. He sighed as he thought about what has happened today. Well, just hope that things won't go any worse today.

Bugby was a little, or rather very surprised as the teacher spoke to him. He had expected the mage to tell him off, have a go at him and generally just punish the demon in some shape or form. But instead Midora was oddly comforting and reassuring, and clearly didn’t wish anything bad on the demon, but rather the opposite. As the boy stood and listened he awkwardly fiddled with his hands and sleeves, clawing the ends of his coat as he twisted a small piece of it between his fingers.

The demon didn’t really known how to respond as the man spoke to him, opting to just occasionally look at him before glancing elsewhere and trying to keep his composure. From what Bugby could understand Midora seemed to agree with him, but also pointed out relevant little aspects that clearly the demon hadn’t even thought of. Even still, the mage stood by his earlier judgment and told Bugby that the cause for his failure was not down to him being weak, but instead his own understanding of his ability, which wasn’t entirely wrong. The man even mentioned how he was similar to the demon during his youth, that his control over his powers was not as great as it is now, as he is older. The boy couldn’t help but wonder how he’d be as he grew older, would he be as good as Midora? He doubted it.

Once the topic of his parents was brought up the demon quickly looked to the mage as he leaned closer to the demon. He kept his silence still, though his expression instinctively changed into a more gloomier look, even more down that he is usually. His parents were not exactly an evil couple, and they only wished for their son to become a better demon like them, though their methods to do so were perhaps a tad extreme as some would say. Sighing quietly, the boy listened to the rest of what Midora had to say before throwing his hands back into his pockets as he finally addressed the teacher. ”I… think I understand, Mr. Kurayami,” He began, dropping the angsty demon act as the boy gradually realized that the teacher before him was not some evil control-obsessed mage set on ruling over him as the demon had been use to before coming to the academy. But rather he was quite different from the demons initial thoughts.

”You want us to be better, to reform us and work out whatever issues we have, I get it. We’re all problematic students, no one is perfect, and all that stuff. I think I understand what you're trying to say, but as I am it is hardly surprising to find me somewhat apprehensive towards your words. But still… thanks Mr. Kurayami.” There was probably a bunch of things the demon could have said, but he was still in a sense of surprise over how… kind the man seemed, and Bugby was a smart enough demon to know when someone was speaking sense, so he’d accept that for now. Just then Midora titled his head and offered the demon a smile. Bugby hunched his shoulders and quickly looked away, saying nothing in response as the demon was unsure of how he felt, really. Midora then informed the youth that he had a few things to discuss with the Headmaster, who by then he’d figured was outside. Not really wishing to be annoyance the boy just gave a slow nod before turning and taking his leave out the door. ”Right, bye, Mr. Kurayami. Our chat was interesting.”

Passing the Headmaster the young demon merely kept his head down and hurried past, before continuing down the hallway and quickly heading onward. He took the mage’s advice and made his way to the infirmary where his teammates also ought to be. Once there, the demon was surprised again, as he saw quite a few familiar faces at the infirmary. Clearly this morning’s class had gone a little too far for some of the other students, never mind his own group. Regardless, Bugby looked around for his own group and soon found himself joining Cleo and Ichiro where the pair were within the infirmary.

”Found you, eh… why is Ichiro not properly dressed?” The demon couldn’t help but point out the obvious, noticing their mage laying on the bed and unable to not blatantly stare at him. Then again, it wasn’t like he could help it. Ichiro was just there, it was hard to ignore him and so Bugby just forced himself to deal with it. Crossing his arms the boy sighed a little. ”Why is it wherever Ichiro is there is always a bunch of girls near him, like seriously.” Well, Cleo was there. He had also noticed the horned-girl there too, but Bugby wasn’t jealous at all, not a bit!

It was then that the boy noticed Ruzik and another girl from their class in some of the other beds within the infirmary. Really, Bugby was surprised to see the redhead there, as he would have thought that the demon could handle himself enough that he’d not end up here, like the rest of them. Someone must’ve done a number on him by the looks of the incubus, but then so did everyone, as his eyes returned back onto Ichiro, or more especially his wounded leg. Although the demon tried not to, a visible blush formed against his face and just as quickly the demon looked away. ”Hopefully we can get this over quick, I don’t fancy hanging around this place longer than I ought to.” He muttered mostly to himself, seemingly ignoring his own injury as he sat on the end of the bed.

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Memphis heard Midora summoning him inside, and once watching the demon-boy quickly taking his leave and heading off, the Headmaster walked into the office and sat across from the mage-teacher. "I didn’t wish to intrude so I thought it best I let you talk with your student first, and I am quite impressed by how you dealt with that – not that I was eavesdropping, entirely." Leaning back in his seat the demon crossed one leg over the other and rested his hands against his lap. "Anyway, you mentioned that the Department had sent a new mission and you wanted to talk? That’s why I’m here."

The demon noticed that the mage had seemed to have settled nicely into the office, perhaps it wouldn’t be that bad having a mage near him most of the time. Not that he disliked them, not at all. It just almost felt like having his master next to him – an odd feeling that at most, and he tried to ignore it for the time being. "It won’t be surprising to know that I haven’t had any experience with the missions that the Department give out – I’m still new here, and though approving me as Headmaster I can’t help but imagine that quite a few of the higher-ups are still not too thrilled about me just yet." He grinned whilst speaking, clearly finding a sense of amusement from the thought of irking the officials. "Nevertheless, my master did inform of them, so I have a rough idea of how things go around here."

Memphis didn’t want to appear too clueless, though given his only just recent arrival to the academy it wasn’t such an easy thing to manage. If anything the demon just tried to remember what his master had told him – and that old guy had told him a tone of stuff to keep in mind. With a sigh he puffed on his cigarette, though keeping the smoke to a minimum whilst he sat within a close area with his colleague. "So, care to enlighten me on what the mission is? I imagine that is what you wanted to talk about, and whatever else happens to come into your mind."

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Ruzik awoke from the bed he had been placed on within the infirmary. Apparently he had lost conciseness not long after, if not during the point that the mage had been beating down on him. Just the thought caused a burning hatred for the girl, whatever her name was - he cared little for it. Although what did catch his attention was what she had said, though he could only recollect it vaguely, the demon believed the girl had said, “The world is better off without your kind.” His eyes opened widely as the words echoed within his mind, before slowly returning to their half-open state as the incubus felt his entire body ache.

Gritting his teeth Ruzik forced himself upright as he attempted to sit up, though once slumping over just a little he felt the sudden presence of another, and before he knew it he felt a foreign item placed upon him – though the demon was slow to fully acknowledge what had just happened, and it took a little while before he glanced down and noticed some sort of talisman on him. It was a round object attached to a chain that went around his neck however when he tried to remove it the thing simply would not budge – as if it was immune to the demon in every sense!

”Nabbed you like a baby, heh. Well, that’s one task done.” The nurse said with evident pride as she stood next to the incubus who was clearly confused. Feeling a little sorry for him she leaned in a little closer to the demon, resting her hands on the side of the bed. ”Your teacher asked me to put that on you once you were a little better, apparently things got a bit out of control and l think you’re suppose to wear that until the Headmaster decides what to do with you next.” It wasn’t really any of her business, but since the infirmary was filling up with students the nurse couldn’t help but be a little curious.

Clearly annoyed the demon attempted a few more times to get the talisman off him, but to little avail. The thing was determined to stay around his neck much to his displeasure. ”Why won’t it come off?!” He snapped and narrowed his eyes towards the nurse.

The nurse pushed herself off the bed and returned to her upright stance, crossing her hands over whilst raising a brow. ”Well, I can’t say for sure, but I’m guessing that whoever that talisman belongs to is the one who can remove it – which would be your teacher, most logically. As to what it does I don’t know, you’ll have to have that fun yourself.” With a shrug the woman gave the demon the once over, and despite the wounds he had the demon was otherwise fine – well, his attitude was in perfect condition. Whenever the woman got close to him to check his injuries the incubus pushed her away, at times quite forcefully, and Julie decided that she could leave him for awhile and attend her other patients. After all, the place was busier than usual and the woman was needed elsewhere, so it would be alright for now.

After she had left Ruzik sat silently for a few minutes, still feeling pretty rough however that wasn’t his main focus at that moment. The bleeding from his wounds had stopped, but they weren’t healed and really the incubus cared little for taking care of himself. With great effort, the demon moved himself off from the bed and got to his feet – although initially he fell to the ground and dropped to his knees, and it took several minutes until he managed to pull himself back upright.

Clearly exhausted, Ruzik took a few steps forward, albeit slowly and somewhat painfully, and checked to see if anyone noticed him. Although not having a clear idea of what the talisman was doing to him the demon could feel his strength decreasing slightly, causing his body to be gradually uneasy as he proceeded to make his way to the exit. Slipping out unnoticed, mainly due to the large amounts of students, Ruzik headed down the hallway and tried to distance himself from the infirmary.

His upper body leaned to the side and slid along the wall as he took each step, all the while he mentally tried to summon forth some form of weapon to vent out his anger – but he couldn’t. Unenthusiastically, he wasn’t surprised and yet still couldn’t believe it. ”Those… bastards… why do they… punish me? I was the… one who… got… attacked…” It was true, that mage-girl had attacked him! So why was he being punished also? Was it due to what he was going to do to Kasumi? How pathetic. ”Why would… Mikari… do that to… me… Don’t I matter… to him?” His breaths were short and slow, long gaps forming between each of his words as the incubus came to a gradual halt and sat himself down one the lower steps of a staircase.

That bitch. How dare that girl attack him! What was worse was that she succeeded in practically knocking Ruzik out, which was a slightly scary thought. Did she hate him that much? Why. He hadn’t done anything to her, though he’d quickly correct that fact soon enough. She would be dead. Everyone would be. All those mages, teachers… demons. Feeling a sharp pain in his gut the redhead cried out in pain, though it seemed nobody heard him. The pain kept building and attacking his insides, causing the redhead to continually cry as result. His hunger was erupting furiously as his own anger and desire to kill grew, but having lost his powers the demon couldn’t fulfill it.

Ruzik didn’t know what to do just then. He was in pain and temporarily lost his powers, he couldn’t aid himself in any way and so far nearly everyone was against him! With a weak shrug, the redhead rested his head in his hands as he felt a strong headache coming on - all the while his energy was weakening and his all-round general mood was dropping.

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Cleo found Ichiro to be quite adorable as he acted cool about the whole thing. She couldn’t quite tell whether it was completely true or not, though of course, the slight blush she noticed was definitely a motivation for causing a little mischief with the boy. ”Wow, you’re so cool Ichiro, most guys would’ve totally freaked out by now.” She said a little teasingly, as she placed a finger against one of his legs and lightly ran it across his skin in a playful manner. ”After all, we’ve seen you in your underwear but you haven’t seen us in ours, it’s a bit unfair for you,” The girl purred with a slight grin, as she dragged her finger all the way up his leg and then poked his hip. ”I’ll have to make it up to you later, Ichi.”

Not long after Bugby appeared and quickly pointed out that Ichiro was not properly dressed. The feline giggled, stepping back from the mage as she faced the demon. ”Yeah, the nurse needed to get a better look at his leg before she could heal it, that’s all.” The girl explained and walked over to the demon-boy and rested her hands onto his crossed-over arms. ”Buggie, you jealous of Ichi and his girls, eh?” She leaned up and whispered in his ear, most undoubtedly causing some form of a reaction. Pulling away soon after the girl continued, ”We’re glad you made it back, I’m surprised you didn’t wander off again – which reminds me, your arm needs attending to, as well.”

Looking away briefly Cleo noticed the horned-girl and took a few steps over towards her. ”Hey, you’re the girl from before – I saw you with Hive, and Ichiro earlier. My names Cleo, you look a bit lost and I didn’t see you here yesterday, so I’m guessing you just arrived today? Ha! Well, you’re in luck, you just met a good bunch of demons and mages,” She smiled to the other demon before quickly adding, ”You already know Ichiro – the guy on the bed there, and that’s Bugby next to him. It’s nice to speak with you.”

Just then the nurse returned and stood beside Ichiro, though she quickly noticed the other demon that had arrived shortly before and let out a sigh. ”Not another one,” She playfully said when seeing Bugby’s injured arm. ”Right, you’re next mister after I deal with this one.” Turning her attention back onto Ichiro the woman leaned in closely and examined the wound on his leg. ”Looks nasty, but I should be able to fix that right up.”

About ten minutes later the woman was done and had healed the boy’s wound, his leg looking better than ever as not even a scar was left! Wiping her hands, Julie was clearly pleased with herself, though feeling a little tired, before she looked to the students though more especially Bugby. ”Now you.” Leaning over the nurse grabbed hold of the green-haired demon and pulled him around before sitting him down on the side of the bed. ”You kids seem to do more damage than us adults, you know. But I don’t think that should be much hassle either, it’s not too deep – thankfully!” Making sure his arm was bare, the nurse then held it securely with one hand before resting the other over the wound. She made sure the boy was ready before doing anything, and once he seemed settled she began.

Roughly five minutes after the wound was near enough gone, and the woman soon released the demon soon after. ”With the major injuries taking care of I think you can suffer the little scratches at least.” She laughed, before seeing her presence was needed elsewhere and quickly the woman hurried off. But stopping for a moment, the nurse dug into one of her pockets before bringing out a handful of lollipops and threw them onto the bed. ”Help yourselves!”

Once the woman was gone Cleo walked over and picked up one of the lollipops and unwrapped it before sticking it into her mouth. ”I hope you guys feel better, and maybe we should make a promise to not end up back in here too soon – ‘cause I’d rather not spent my days here nursing you two.” Turning round, the feline picked up another lollipop before walking over and holding it out to the horned girl. ”Here, want one?”

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Sarah let the Headmaster get a good distance away from the detention room before she opened her mouth.

"Liliane, what has gotten into you. Of all the students you were the last person on my mind to act up. I didn't know what to think at first when I saw you going towards Ruzik. He was already worn down. But when you put your hand on his head that's when I had to intervene. I know what you were going to do. Liliane looked up at Sarah from the desk she was sitting in.

"How did you know? I've never told anyone about that ability."

"We know about your past. The experimentation. The artificial ability. Your training to become an organic weapon. We know who primarily funded your program and that you were subject zero in receiving an artificial ability. Which was the one you were going to use on the Incubus." Liliane was at a loss for words. What was there to say? Sarah seemed to know everything about the girl already. And she wasn't going to make an excuse for her attempt at the demon's life. At this point she'd still do it if she had the chance. As far as she was concerned Ruzik was another target to kill and the job wasn't finished yet.

"Look, your past is hardly an issue here at the academy. It's no worse than what the demons have gone through. It's probably worse because you are one of the few that is a victim. You were the one experimented on and your mind is the one that was twisted. We can try to change and mend it but it will take time. But first I must know why Ruzik? Did you have a quarrel with him? Or maybe you needed to vent your anger and he was the most convenient one?" Lili shook her head. The mere thought of the Incubus made her anger return."

"That Incubus and all of its kind are disgusting creatures. The mere sight of him makes me sick. His kind is the ultimate reason for me being this way. An Incubus manipulated my mother. Tried to make her kill me when I was an infant. Then He killed her when he found out she only abandoned me instead. My mother was dead either way but at least she spared me. It was by chance that the military picked me up. They scouted for a mage that suited their program and were looking for orphans to use as subjects. I seemed to fit every prerequisite and they immediately adopted me into their facility to train. From there I became proficient in hand-to-hand combat, melee weapons, fire arms, explosives, and magic. I know a lot about standard magic and how to deal with the basics of each element. I am the best organic weapon in Europe and have proved it through a variety of test. Unfortunately, my primary source of income into the military project became deceased and thus all forwards movement on the training ceased. And then I was picked up by this academy." Sarah nodded her head. At least she had a motive for her attempted murder. And the reason for Sarah seeing a hint of emotion on Lili's face afterwards was explained as well. To Liliane the attack was personal. There was reason for her racism and Sarah had to try and see if she could put a stop to it.

"Look, Liliane, I can't possibly understand your feelings or try to imagine what you've been through for most of your life. But what I do know is that this place is where everyone is to get a fresh start. Whatever happened in the past was left at the door you walked through before orientation. Yes, Ruzik is of the same race that murdered your mother but that's no reason to take it out on him." At this Lili suddenly stood up and looked Sarah in the eyes. They resembled the same as a dolls. Emotionless and without life.

"That thing challenged me. He had the intent to kill Kasumi and I merely returned it. He dared to threaten me with his disgusting ways of what his kind does. I don't do threats. I was trained to kill in combat situations. If I would have killed him then I'd only be doing the world a favor. One less Incubus on the planet is one less to worry about. If he ever threatens me again then I will kill him. Powers or not. I have been taught to dispatch my enemies either way. It's how I am." Sarah backed off. She knew Lili wasn't threatening the teacher directly but the intensity from Lili's natural aura was still intimidating. Liliane then sat back down and the two sat in silence to wait for the Headmaster to arrive.