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As many in the demon world know, the strong rule over the weak. Though one of the three crowns sought to change that, starting at the infamous school Babyls, it’d be a little while till it achieved the prestige duly deserved.
Your steps held no sound as you took a long trek through the halls. While such tricks were far below the Purson clan, they served you well. Slip in, leave the assignment, slip out. Babyls, at this time, was far from a suitable place of learning... at least, for you.
Being left behind was unlucky, suspected lack of the clan’s bloodline magic was worse, and the notion that you were left behind for lacking would destroy you. Then it’s placing just above passing in the practical exam and having everyone and their mom see it when the results were posted.
How you managed to survive was a miracle or, as you like to call it, your ambition.
Which wouldn’t be so hard if these damn punks would just. move.
You’ve heard word of the “Top Dog” of Babyls, but weren’t sure if you appreciated the figure for trying to clean up the school, or if you resented them for riling everyone up.
“YOU FIT THE BALL ALRIGHT! I’M GONNA MAKE SURE YOU REGRET BEATING UP MY LITTLE BRO!”
...
“Silence.”
Strange... th-..!
Rounding the corner, mouth goes dry, eyes blown wide, and a chill runs down your spine at the sight of the Naberious clan’s youngest, wielding such raw and wild power with perfect control, electrifying in and of itself.
His striking hues meet yours.
“Hm? Another one?”
“Huh?”
Yes, brilliant, wonderful, such grace, much eloquence.
“Are you deaf? Are you another one of these bastards?!” He gestures to the second year behind him.
“Ah! uh... No. Just...” Deep breaths, you got this. “Y-you’re in the way...”
“Hah?”
As you gesture to the hallway behind him, that he happens to be blocking with his big fuck off lightning puppy, an awkward pause follows.
“Oh, apologies then.” He very promptly leaves.
Once he’s gone... “phew...”
Finally, rounding the left, opening the door,
“Sensei, you could’ve asked for a quieter snack, it was so annoying trying to mute all the chips you asked for.” You toss the bags of chips onto the lump on the couch.
“Hah? Maybe I should change up the lesson plan then..” he mutters, and you can vaguely see him itch his scruffy hair.
You can only sigh at your teacher’s antics... “Honestly, I’d tell you to get your nephew to run your errands, but...” You needn’t say anything to get your point across.
“Hah! That boy...”
You feel a little jealous, their family seemed... a little warmer from your own.
“Welp! I won’t hold you, here.” He passes you a bento.
“... sensei, you didn’t poison this did you?”
“What do you mean?! I made it myself!”
“That’s the same thi-”
“Just scram already, and don’t forget to do your homework.”
“Yeah yeah yeah...”
Now for some peace and quiet... let’s see... “it’s pretty cold today so no punks on the roof...”
Is what you thought.
Only to watch aforementioned nephew get gut punched by who you could only assume was the real top dog.
Only to watch him declare himself the “Guard dog” of Babyls.
Only to be held by the neck- wait what?
“Huh?” Yes, brilliant, wonderful, such grace, much eloquence.
“DON’T MOVE! YOU HEAR ME?! DON’T MOVE A MUSCLE!”
‘Oh my..’
“Heh! you let your guard down Morons! Try to fight us and I’ll break their ne-!”
Oh, you didn’t know someone so big could scream so shrilly.
“S-sorry! I’m really bad at controlling my strength so...” says the little bird demon ... a gritty crunch follows that statement.
You also didn’t know someone could look so cute breaking bones.
“DAMNIT WE’LL RETREAT FOR NOW! THOSE WHO CAN STILL MOVE REPORT TO THE ETHOS BATRA! WE GOT BEAT BY THE TOP DOG’S GA-!”
A ringing fills their ears, raising a finger to your lips, you lock eyes with the loud mouth in question and a smile splits your face, “Shhhhhh”
And almost without fail... they’re cut off with silence.
almost immediately filled with,
“HEY WAIT, WE’RE NOT A GANG! THE HELL?!”
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