Fantasy School of Hades

[Artorias]

Mel smiled, "Kyle huh well look at youself you're all tore up, that just won't do." Mel looked at the boy then handed him the violin. "Keep it you seem musicly gifted, now go find Vanity tell her I sent you and she will give you some nicer clothes, I think she is in the kitchen but get back here in five minutes or I will have to punish you."

 

[Jason Vertigo]

Kyle almost shrieked when was handed the violin and took off when he heard the word punishment. He had trouble finding the kitchen but he eventually found it seeing someone there "Hey! Are you the one Mel calls Vanity?"

 

[Artorias]

Vanity looked at the boy. "It is impolite to speak without being allowed to first, and yes I am Vanity. Wow look at you're clothes this will not do." Vanity snapped her finger and Kyle was in a suit like Mel's except his was only black and silver. "Tell Mel he owes me for this." She said with a devious smile.


She then went back to drinking she looked at Ren. "Get snow white some raw venison from the cafeteria and I'll let you take the rest of the day of for you to settle in."

 

[Mashiro Shiina]

Ren stared at the slave speaking to his master, only to be interrupted by an order from his master. With a hushed blow of his breath, Ren did as he was told, venturing to the vesion, and grabbing hold of the raw meat. Upon doing so, he shook his head, before making his way back towards the location of his master, handing her the meat. "Here."

 

[Jason Vertigo]

Kyle started to freak out a bit when his clothes changed out of nowhere Woah, woah, woah. What the hell?! He was going to ask how she had done that but realized it be better to return to his new master. He said "yes ma'am" when she had asked a favor from him and took off "Yeah.....I have to be dreaming. There's no way all of this is happening." He had made it back to Mel not knowing if he had made it on time or not.

 

[Artorias]

"Lucky lucky lucky" Mel said "you only had three seconds left but you made it. I like the outfit bye the way. So you love music don't you why don't you play me something." Mel said with a slight smile."


With that said Mel headed to class. Once he was there he took note of what the techer said even though he really didn't care.

 

[Jason Vertigo]

Kyle sighed with relief "Jesus Christ that was close." He looked at the violin as his master left him. He positioned the violin and began to play a lullabie an older kid use to sing to him. The soothing sound made Kyle go into his happy place, it haf been years since he played one, but it appeared he still had his skill. "This brings so back many of my memories" even a tear began to run down his face. He had left the room still playing the violin his master had gave him.

 

[Mashiro Shiina]

Ryan Parker





Ryan yawned, lugging his briefcase into the classroom. First day of teaching in hell. Wasn't that something? Chuckling to himself, Ryan slowly raised the briefcase, and allowed it to land back on the table. "Wonder when the students will get here..." Ryan mumbled to himself whilst time passed by, only to be interrupted by the entrance of a single student, of which seemed to be taking notes of nothing. To Ryan, the kid seemed a bit, slow in the head to be writing down nothing. Or maybe he was drawing? Regardless, Ryan was entirely too focused on the child's appearance. It seemed as though he was incredibly young, looking more like a ten year old than a teen. Shrugging his shoulders, Ryan settled himself into his rolling chair, propping his feet up on top of the desk, just beside his briefcase. "Welcome child. To your first day at school in hell."

 

[DrBones]

Beelzebozo peered around the empty halls. With intuition hitherto alien to all inhabitants of Underhell, Beelzebozo realized that class was in session. Beelzebozo began unrolling a long list of what classes he needed to take before being given a degree. He kept unrolling it. Five minutes later, he was confident that he was at the Junior year portion of his list, and stopped. Taking a pair of enormous glasses with their lenses removed from his pocket-portal, Beelzebozo peered at the top of his list. "Lessee here... General Biology... Effective Speaking... Remedial Algebra... an' Villainy fer Beginners! 'Sides that last one, this'll be easier'n mic night in da Third Circle! Feghoot about it! Hee hee!"


Strutting with style, Beelzebozo headed to his first class, in room 312, on the bottom floor. Surprised to see himself on time for class, Beelzebozo settled down in a seat next to a morbidly obese demon and waited for the teacher to arrive.


The door creaked open like a bad simile, and the room was filled with the toxifying stench of heavy perfume as a hunched rail-thin figure scuttled in. In a strangely motherly voice marred by a grating undercurrent, it crowed a welcome. "Greetings, class! My name is Mrs. Finghorn, your General Biology teacher!"

 

[Kairyn]

Ayama rapped the door a few times.

Her left hand outstretched before her, revealing a small piece of paper that showed what house she will be living in.

She felt uneasy because around the school, she saw humans being slaves to demons. This'll be a pain.
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[Mashiro Shiina]

Ren glanced between the door and his master, before blowing his breath, and venturing to the door. After a few seconds, he opened the door, the small brow of which rested above his right eye socket rising. "Need something?" His orange shaded hair flew into his face for a few seconds, before blowing back behind his form, crystal blue irises staring at her.

 

[Kairyn]

"I'll be living here."

Ayama held up her left hand, displaying the note that was given by the authority.

The camera was tied to her side by the strap hanging around her neck.​

 

[Mashiro Shiina]

Ren took a moment to sigh, before shifting his gaze to the area behind him. "Come on in, I guess." Ren then abandoned the doorway, retreating to return to his master's side before her arrogancy noticed his absence. Regardless, he didn't really care, since he found her repulsive.

 

[Kairyn]

Kiyomi did not have much of an appetite for now. She headed back upstairs to the attic.

The door was usually locked as it was before. She sat against the wooden wall besides the door, bored. She did not have much to do but wait for them. Kiyomi thought they were actually normal while the rest were obsessed with lust and did deviant actions. Well, after all, they were in hell. These guys were descent in her eyes, and she hope that they would stay like that. After all, the male slave (( @Calalily )) still had spirit in courtesy in him. He also had a twinkle of interest into Kiyomi when he passed by her. With interactions with Asmod, Kiyomi couldn't tell the difference what was real or not. She then questioned the very household, were they all normal? Or were they just thriving demons with slaves to pick up the left overs from them. Kiyomi let out a sigh. Her eyes slightly grew heavy as she thought about this quite unique household. Though, she can't tell if it was normal. Maybe the rest of the students were exactly like this. Kiyomi slowly closed her eyes, before realizing she was dropping her guard and letting herself become open. Kiyomi jerked her head, before slowly leaning her head down and closing her eyes only to jerk her head back up and repeat the process.​

 

[Mashiro Shiina]

(Gah. I will take this chance to make Asmod be nice for once.)

 

[Kairyn]

"'Kay."

Ayama stepped in. Her eyes gazed around the house, viewing different demons and humans.

She then spotted a couch at the back of the house. Ayama's face lit up as she jogged over to the couch and jumped into it.

She let out a sign of relief. Apparently, Ayama did not like beds, instead she liked couches to sleep on.

Couches are meant to sit on, not sleep on! Ayama would scold herself, though she did not budge. Nah... This'll be okay. The fight of her preferences and her sense of normality.​

 

[Mashiro Shiina]

Asmod caught sight of Kiyomi slightly dozing off not far from his own positioning at the bottom of the second flight of stairs. Chuckling to himself, he took a few moments to observe her semi cute actions with her head. Blowing his breath, Asmod finally made his way up the stairs, carefully kneeling down in front of Kiyomi. He lowered his voice to a low whisper to only where himself and Kiyomi could hear. "I wont touch you..this time." He then scooped her up into his arms, carefully carrying her back downstairs, bridal style. Upon reaching the bottom of the second flight of stairs, he changed direction, turning into the room he shared with her. Once inside, he decided he may as well allow her to sleep in his bed, since he had messed hers up earlier. Taking a moment to pull out the covers, he then laid her down upon the pillow, pulling the covers back over her when he was done. "There. This is a one time thing, got that?" He then shook his head, leaving the room to return downstairs.

 

[Kairyn]

"...You still touched me."

Kiyomi mumbled, being scooped up into his arms.


She didn't object against him, due to the fact she was drowsy and tired.


Kiyomi was laid into his bed. Asmod pulled the covers onto her.

"...Well, it should be more than just a 'one time thing.'"



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[DrBones]

Mrs. Finghorn continued. "In this class, you will learn the fundamental aspects of the universe! Now, I know what you might be thinking... yes, demons are subject to the laws of biology, same as in the surface. Please introduce yourself as I hand out these syllabi."


A small student towards the left-front corner with a conspicuous bulge in his pants stood up. "Hello, my name is Kusinari Kuwabara, and I am the sole personification of Lust."


A heavyset student two tables behind him with an impressive gut and constantly bared teeth stood up. "Greetings, peasants. My name is Tomoko Manbaran, and I am the sole personification of Gluttony."


A thin student in the far right corner with one batlike wing and one white-feathered wing stood up. "Hello, my name is Leviathan Johannsen, and I am the sole personification of Lust." Beelzebozo noticed Kusinari give Leviathan a rather dirty look.


A fairly average-looking student somewhere in the middle of the room stood up. "I am the son of Lucifer himself! Kneel before me, or I shall strike you down at the knees!"


On and on the students stood up and introduced themselves as the sole personification of this sin or that sin, or as the child of some of Hell's biggest prisoners. Beelzebozo rested his head on his hand and drummed his fingers on the table with his other hand. Oi, I guess this ain't gonna be easier'n mic night in the Third Circle.





The obese student next to Beelzebozo stood up and looked sheepishly around the room. "Uh... um... I'm not really a special student... m-my parents managed to get me here b-because I was a good student. M-my name's Woden Sulfurblood... s-son of Buri Sulfurblood." And with that, the student sat down.


Beelzebozo noted the condescending looks the other students were giving this portly customer. He also noted the looks the other students were giving him. Whelp, guess it's showtime!


"Heya, folks. I ain't no butt-baby from no Satan or Leviathan or Lucifer or nothin', I'm just Beelzebozo. I'm the Grand Star of the First Ring, not that that seems like much to you's. So, in short... ME N' FATSO HERE'RE GONNA SHOW ALLA YOU'S UP! YOU BETTA LIVE UP TO YA FAMILY NAME OR YA GONNA GET LEFT IN THE DUST AH HAHAHAHA!"


Beelzebozo appeared to calm down, and he setttled back into his seat. Finghorn appeared not to be concerned or even fazed by the recent proceedings, and merely smiled as the last syllabus was passed down.

 

[Mashiro Shiina]

Asmod groaned, deciding it was about time he attended at least one class for the day. Leaving the dorm room, he took in a deep breath, throwing his bag over his naked shoulder. He hadn't quite the care to dress himself, and decided it be better for him to simply go as he was. In doing so, he made his way down numerous corridors, until coming across a room of which he overheard a teacher introducing herself. Ah. Turning into the doorframe, Asmod carelessly walked into the room, overhearing the multiple claims of people being who they really weren't. Gritting his two rows of sharpened teeth together, Asmod threw is bag down onto his desk with pure rage coursing through his bloodied irises. He did his absolute best to ignore the impersonations of himself, and simply settled himself comfortably into his seat, kicking his feet to rest on the top of his bag, whilst he watched students pass down syllabus's and carefully took hold of one himself, being the last one in his row. He didn't care to stand up and introduce himself, for he found it to be absolutely futile.

 

[DrBones]

Finghorn looked around the room and noticed Asmodeus walking in. Her gentle smile curled into a tight frown as she slowly walked over to him, lifting her legs up to her thighs with each step, much like a chicken's strut. She addressed Asmodeus with the air of a person who knows exactly how they think this conversation will go. For some reason, her hands were kept in her coat pockets.


"Young man, are you aware how late you are? Your clothing doesn't fit our uniform restrictions, either! Tell your name," she barked out, each sentence rising in tone and urgency. "This is unacceptable for the first day of class, young man!"

 

[Mashiro Shiina]

Asmod slowly lifted his gaze up the teachers body, a slight smirk painting his lips. He chuckled mentally, slowly nodding his head in approval. He found the way she walked to be a bit humorous, but found it best not to show it. Folding his arms whilst she spoke, placing them behind his head, he raised his brow, observing her naggish attitude. "I am and I don't care." Asmod then allowed his irises to be shaded away with his pale eyelids. "I am Asmodeus, and if it isn't acceptable, punish me for it then."

 

[Kairyn]

The students within the class started to snicker at both of them. Some exchanged glances while others were obscurely leaning into another's ears to "whisper", more of speak. The students in the class were quite different than one in the human world. By the perspective of appearances, some had horns and others had completely different skin colors than peach and dark chocolate brown. Though, the behavior of the students matched onto the one's on Earth.

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[DrBones]

Finghorn's frown didn't waver. "Young man, you will go to your dorm, get dressed, and pick up a tardy slip from the main office. Otherwise... you will be punished!" A creeping little thought wormed its way into the students' mind. Despite the hawkish and direct nature of Mrs. Finghorn, she has not looked anyone in the eye, so far.

 

[Mashiro Shiina]

Asmod rolled his irises, simply standing up from his stretched out position. Yawning, he stretched his arms skyward, a small chuckled playing inside his throat. "Fine. " He then headed out of the classroom, snapping his fingers, allowing his clothing to replace itself with the school uniform. As aggravating as Vanity was, she did come in handy at times. Luckily for him, she had implanted a suit on him earlier. Running his free hand through his hair, Asmod made his way a few doors down the hallway, turning a single corner and entering the main office. He felt entirely lazy, but in the end, he wanted to return as soon as possible just so he could stretch back out. Waiting for his tardy slip to be made, he glanced about the office, staring at the multiple pictures hanging upon the wall. About half an hour later, he return to the classroom with a yellow slip in the palm of his hand, another yawn escaping his lips whilst he crashed back into his seat, rearranging himself into his previous positioning. "Here." He then lifted up the yellow tardy slip, waiting for the annoying teacher to take it.