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“Rook, Can you tell me about what happened today?” 

“Oui! Anything for you!” 

Rook hunt, The “Hunter” of Sannvaclaw who was also a freshman, began to recall his day to the Pomefiore Freshman known as Vil schoenheit. Rook talked about his classes ( History and Flying ) and his clubs that he joined just a couple days before. While Rook talked, Vil tried to Recall what happened that day but after his first class, Everything became fuzzy. He remembered sitting and class, then leaving said class to head toward his next class but after that, it was fuzzy. 

“That is all Ru de Poison!” 

Vil was snapped back to reality as rook spoke again. 

“ Ah…..Thank you Rook.” 

“ You are welcome! Is their anything else?” 

“ No, I believe i will be heading back to my dorm.” 

“ Oui, Goodnight the beautiful Vil!”

“ Goodnight Rook.” 

Vil walked away from the hunter and towards the mirror clamber, lucky for him they were standing near it. Making a quick trip though the mirror and into his dorm, he was greeted with green grass and a huge White Castle like building. He pushed open the castle doors and walked inside and was again greeted with a sight to behold. 

His dorm leader was sitting on top of his Throne while looking into a hand mirror. But you were to look down at the floor, you would find students worshiping the dorm leader. 

Vil had hated his dormleader Nick never sense he joined NRC. Nick was a spoiled brat who didn’t know the word ‘NO’ 

Vil’s hand gripped into a tight ball as he watched the other freshman bow to his dormhead. He picked his head up and walked past the students, He also ignored the other students calling to him. 

Quickly opening the door to his room, he walked inside and pushed the door closed. He pushed up again the door and closed his eyes, He breathed out a sigh. 

On good days, his other dorm members would just forget he existed and he could just be alone in his room away from the brat. 

But unfortunately for Vil, They saw him  and know he would be in trouble the next day for not stopping and not talking to his “Queen” 

Vil really wanted to punch that guy. 

“I also want to punch that guy” 

Vil snapped back to Reality as a Ratio static voice ringed out in his room. He whipped his head around his room trying to find where the voice came from. 

His eyes landed on his balcony, the doors to his balcony were open. Someone stood on the balcony, Vil froze at sight of the person. 

It was a boy, dressed in a dark purple grown with a hood stood on his balcony. The boy looked no older then 16, but that’s not what Vil was focused on. 

He was focused on the boy’s wings. 

A pair of black wings were stretched from his back, sets of eyes covered them both. Vil felt true fear from what he saw. 

“W-Who are you?” 

“Who do you think I am?”

Vil stared at the boy.

”Why are you here?” 

“Why do you think I’m here?” 

Vil was speechless, the fear that he felt from looking at the boy had taken over. Vil began to run his options on what to do though his head. 

“No matter, Questions you ask don’t need answers.” 

The boy began to walk towards him, God how Vil hated that ratio voice. Also what did he mean by ‘questions you ask don’t have answers?’ 

“I Have a gift for you.” 

Gift?

”Tell me what you want…” 

“……”

“And I will make it happen.” 

“……” 

“Oh don’t be shy, I’m giving you a gift!” 

“…….Anything?” 

“Anything.” 

Any rational person in this situation would probably be asking questions like ‘Who are you?’ Or ‘Are you going to kill me?’ Also ‘What’s the catch?’ 

But, Vil couldn’t bring himself to ask those questions. maybe it was the fear of the nightmarish person in front of him would kill him if he asked anymore questions, or he didn’t ask because he wanted his gift. 

In anyway shape or form, Vil’s mind came to one conclusion. Some people would call it selfish or call him greedy,  But he wanted this so bad! 

After a minute, he make his wish. 

“I want to be dormleader.” 

”Sure, Now close your eyes” 

Vil sighed and closed his eyes. He felt two hands be placed on his face, they were both cold to the touch. 

“When you open your eyes again, stuff will be different. But do not panic, it’s all magic” 

“I wish you luck on your journey from now on as a dormleader.” 

Vil was kinda happy, he was finally going to get what he deserved! 

“Also I’m sorry for that bit of Memory loss earlier” 

What. 

“I hope we meet again Vil.” 

Suddenly the hands were gone, a cold gush of wind flew though his room. Ratio static ring though his ears, he couldn’t tell what was worse it that moment. 

The wind and ratio noise stayed for a long moment before suddenly ending. Vil took that as the moment to open his eyes. 

Sunlight from the newly Risen sun shined though his open balcony, Vil stared outs for a moment before someone called out to him. 

“Dormleader Vil?” Someone called “Rook’s here!” 

Ah, Rook. Why does that boy keep showing up at his dorm uninvited?

Vil turned on his heel and faced towards his Vanity, a gorgeous crown sat on the vanity. He grabbed it and gently put it on his head. 

he had put on that crown so many times, he had been dormleader for a couple of months now. He beat the last one in a duel during his third week of being at NRC.

The only thoughts in his head were what rook wanted, what he was going to do that day and what he was going to eat. 

Also, Why was that balcony open? 

Chapter Text

Freshman are always a little strange. 

Most of the time it’s just them getting used to the magical school, their teachers, new friends, or their new living situation in their dorm. Vil was so used to the strangeness that he didn’t bat an eye most of the time. But…….there was a freshman that he was interested in. 

His name was Epel, Epel Felmier. Rook really liked his name, maybe because it was French? But that’s not what Vil was interested in. 

You see, that boy had picked a fight with Vil when he entered the school , THEN after he was put in Pomefiore, He still tried to fight him. Vil knew this boy would be trouble right from the start. 

So naturally, He kept Epel close

But, Vil began to notice stuff about Epel. One of the biggest things he noticed was that he just…..kinda….Blended into the shadows.

Epel was loud, so you always knew if he was in the room or not. Epel would make sure you knew he was in the room. But if you were lucky enough to be around when he was quiet, Shadows around seemed to be a little darker when he was around. 

He also realized that there was a lot of stuff that happened to Epel, like how you always felt like you were being watched no matter where you were if Epel was around. Many of his own dorm Members had came to him about Epel and what they felt when he was around. 

After a while. Vil grew tired of whatever was scaring his dorm members. So one day, he called Epel into the commons area to talk. 

Epel stood in his dorm-uniform as Vil sat on his throne with rook to his left. The small boy looked up at the two upperclassmen, waiting for someone to speak. 

“Epel.” 

“ Yes dormleader?” 

The boy looked so…….confused about what was happening. Vil stared at the boy, trying to read his body language. 

“ There’s something off with you.” 

“…….What do you mean?” 

Vil signed, “ The other dorm members have come to me complaining about you.”

“ They’re scared of you, i may have to transfer you to a different dorm for the safety of our dorm members.” Vil continued. 

The boy’s eyes grew wide as Vil relayed the information to him. Epel looked deep in thought, as if he was trying to gather his thoughts. Epel slowly looked up at him, he turned his eyes towards to rook for a moment before staring at vil. 

Before he could see anything, Epel spoke “Rook Is fine, Keep your eyes on me.” 

Vil made eye contact with Epel, fear and shadows began to cover the room as the two boys stared at each other. Epel’s uniform began to change, the purple became a much darker purple. A cloak appeared around the boy as Vil stared. 

Not taking his eyes of Vil, flipped the hood onto the top of his head before resting his arms by his sides. Candles that were lit just a few seconds before suddenly blew out until only a couple remained. 

“Vil” 

“W-W-hat are you?” 

“You don’t want to kick me out” 

“W-W-WHAT ARE YOU?” 

“I’ve done a lot for you Vil, Why should I leave?” 

The fear Vil felt at that moment was something he had never felt before. It was like looking at a devil who you didn’t believe in. It was the worse thing that could happen to him, to make it worse it was mad at him.

“S-S-STAY AWAY” 

Epel took a step towards him, but before he could take another, the doors of the nearby balcony swung open. The room went from normal temperature to an oven in a matter of seconds. 

A person shrouded in flame and wings ( so many wings)   stepped into the room, waves of heat hit Vil like truck. He couldn’t make out facial features of the person but they Looked about Epel’s age. 

Epel slowly turned towards the flaming being. Recognition crossed his face as the flame stepped forward. 

“What are you doing?” 

The voice sounded like smoke, smoke from a wild fire that had killed hundreds. Vil didn’t know who to stare at, both were terrible options for him. 

“Go back to your dorm” 

Dorm? 

“Your trying to do something that will get us caught” 

“Oh shut up” 

The two boys ( Demons? Gods? ) had a staring contest for a long second before he felt the eyes of the flame reach him. 

“You don’t need to see this” 

The flame flicked a wing towards him, the heat hit him like a baseball bat to the head. The room began to spin as he stumbled and caught himself on his throne. Was he having a heat stroke? 

That was the last question he thought of as he hit the ground. 

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The sun shined through the curtains. 

The upperclassman slowly opened his eyes, he was on the floor leaning against his Throne. He turned slightly to see rook on the floor just a couple feet away. The room was empty and quiet except for the quiet noises of their underclass men leaving their rooms to start their day. 

The room was still warm from the events of the night before, Vil couldn’t wrap his mind about what had happened. The fear and dread of the beings that stood near him was still there as he tried to stand. 

Questions whipped around his head. He remembered everything. 

But the question was what does he do?