CW: a history teacher being ignorant and racist toward Native American tribes (I absolutely hated writing this par, made me feel disgusting), implied forced religion
Roman was chewing on his thumbnail angrily the next day. He hated history class, and every time he walked in the teacher tested his patients more and more. It was only natural he did the same thing back.
Every single time he could get a snort from Virgil, who tried his best to hide his laughter, made this class worth it. Almost.
The demon's pencil snapped in his hand, startling Virgil. He didn't have to ask, considering the teacher was bad mouthing native tribes. Honestly, the whole class was uncomfortable with it, their teacher should not be teaching.
Roman set his broken pencil down, raising his hand and not even waiting to be called on before calmly stating, "Sir, I'm afraid I'll have to disagree with your comment of them being ruthless savages. White men have done worse than them, to their own people too."
"Roman, I'm going to only ask you once today," the teacher said. "Please don't interrupt me. I'm the teacher here, I know what I'm talking about. If you interrupt or attempt to correct me one more time, I will send you to the principal's office. Understood?"
Roman growled between his teeth. "Understood." As much as he wanted to continue to argue and pester the teacher, he didn't want to leave Virgil alone. There were less imps, but there were more angels.
The lesson continued on, Roman using his broken pencil to take notes, and then correction of the notes underneath. He hated this teacher with a burning passion, and it was clear to the whole class. The demon silently fumed then on, until...
"Now while it's true we did kill a lot of them, they had also attacked us as well. Plus, they were invading our land-"
"Fucking bullshit!" Roman shouted, slamming the table.
Virgil wasn't even startled this time, having expected it the moment their teacher spouted the horrible lies. He just rubbed his face silently, groaning internally.
"Roman! That's enough! Go to the principal's office now!" the teacher yelled.
Roman flinched and glanced over at Virgil. He growled, clenching his fists in anger. He didn't want to leave Virgil unsafe, and this teacher couldn't make him.
"It's fine," Virgil mumbled. "Class is almost over, anyway, we have lunch next."
The demon whined quietly, but grabbed his things and stood up to leave. On his way out he got his petty revenge by flipping off the teacher.
Just like Virgil said, after ten minutes the bell had rung and class ended. Virgil packed his stuff and left the class. Yeah he was on edge without Roman there with him, but he's ready to run if he has to.
However, he was stopped when a teacher in front of him had tripped, dropping a pile of papers as she caught herself. Virgil didn't see where she came from, but he ignored the way the hair on his arms stood up and instead started helping her.
"Oh I'm sorry about that, dear, thank you so much," she said as she fixed the pile.
"No problem," Virgil told her.
"I hope it's not too much trouble, but I'm a new substitute here and I'm a bit lost. I'm supposed to take this to the math hall, could you help me?"
"Oh, uh... sure. Right now is my lunch, and it's not far, so it should be fast."
"Thank you, dear, you're such a kind soul." The woman placed her hand on Virgil's arm, making his skin crawl. He's forgotten how much he hated stranger's touch.
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Misinformation Can Be Deadly
Fanfiction*completed* Despite being only 17, Virgil's had a horrible life, living in an orphanage and being an outcast at school, and it just got even worse when he's kidnapped by a freaking cult! He thought he was dead for sure when they started sacrificing...
