Now that her pretty, pretty gown was ruined with the liquid drug, she realized that the goddamn drug stains well. Damn you, druggies!
She didn't want to drink that Death By Coffee thingy anymore.
In her rage, Deviless glared at the girl who had spilled her drink on the mighty one, and not intending to reveal her powers just yet, she stormed off, walking out of the café in white fury.
Where do these rats get clothes from? — she thought, looking at everyone sporting some kind of pants along with strangely designed patterns on their tops. Wait, why were they wearing half ripped pants?
"A world of over 7 billion and people still cannot afford full clothes," she scoffed at no one, but the shade was thrown nonetheless. At you, too. Stop wearing ripped jeans.
Finding a store in near sight that displayed unreal, human-looking statues (read mannequins) wearing regular clothes, she walked in.
And lo and behold, there was the visual transformation of our Deviless; from looking like Hell's Queen, to looking like a modern Queen!
Donning a dark skirt with white shirt, and adding a black half-sleeved sweater to the mix, she picked up long, black boots to complete her look. However, the scowl still sat in all its glory on her lips.
Well, it never got off anyway.
Now that she walked on the street, nobody stared. Everyone was busy with their own lives, and she inwardly laughed; anyone could be her victim.
However, she wanted that girl from Starbucks to be her victim. She wanted to torture her for ruining that beautiful dress of hers. She wanted to gouge her eyes out and feed it to the children back in her hometown. The intestines could be a good replacement for spaghetti, eh? And damn, she wanted to see her cry tears of blood as a compensation for her dress.
And knowing just where to find her, she teleported back to that Starbucks café, only to be disappointed that she was gone. Shit, did she miss her only target so easily?
Deviless tried to remember that girl: small face, short hair, pointy nose and a very pitchy, annoying voice. She was wearing, what… a uniform? She had noticed the outfit, and that's when she realized that those boys in the car wore a similar outfit as well.
Uniforms for what? Military service? No.
Demon summoners? Yeah, no.
Maybe school? Probably. Let's go with that.
Searching for a school in near sight, she reached some random highschool, and felt triumphant when she noticed people wearing similar outfits as well.
"Yeah, still ugly," she remarked, proceeding to walk into the premises when the guard stopped her.
"Stop, miss."
"You dare stop me?!"
"Yeah. You're not a student," he spoke, and she fumed. Just as she was about to use her power of manipulation on him, she saw a couple of highschoolers watching them from inside the premises. And she wasn't supposed to reveal her powers, since that would disturb the equilibrium of the Earth and Hell.
So, instead, she scowled and spoke, "I'm here for an, eh, admission."
"Oh, welcome!"
With the gates of the school opened for her, she stepped in with confidence, and walked into the confounding hallways of the highschool, reading the signboards and following her way accordingly.
It was so annoying for her, no joke.
As Deviless walked, someone whistled behind her. She turned sharply, finding the four boys from earlier in the morning standing behind her, accompanied by four more.
Morons, she thought, as they approached her. That Jisung guy spoke, "You! You broke my dad's car!"
"Whoa, dude, is she the one?" a freckled guy asked in wonder.
Someone from that group gasped, "Dayum! And I thought it was a hit from a wrestler!"
"Are you guys done?" Deviless yawned, "I've got stuff to do."
"Ah, I know! You've got to pay for the damage repair!" Jisung shrieked.
"Go away," Deviless creased a brow and turned away, trying to find a way to get an admission in the highschool.
However, someone kept a hasty hand on her shoulder, and man, that was it.
She grabbed that hand and pulled it, and then threw the owner of the hand in front of her, having circled 180 degrees in the air.
"HYUNJIN!" they cried, looking at the boy on the floor, clutching his arm in pure agony, yelling, "MY ARM! I THINK IT'S BROKEN! DAMN YOU TO HELL!"
Deviless chuckled, "I know already."
People in the corridors stopped to look at the scene, and as the seven boys stood frozen behind her, she turned and said,
"Now, let's stop wasting my time and show me the procedure for admission, hm?"
(a/n: DOUBLE UPDATEEEEEE
yes, I know that the chapter name is gruesome, and no, I'm not a psychopath.
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