Demons 𓆗 Welcome To Demon School, Iruma-Kun

Chapter One, Intro

Rewritten, 9/12/2024

"Young mistress, I understand your frustration," his deep voice sighed as he placed a white-gloved hand on your shoulder. "But lashing out at your classmates is best to be avoided-"

"What?!" you snapped with teary eyes. You were beyond angry. The rage that swelled in you was filled to the brim as you aimed to keep your tears in check.

Your bottom lip trembled as your hands tightened around the ruined photo. It was all that you had left that would give you the answers about your parents, and now it was destroyed.

A small handful of girls in your class loved pestering you.

Though you had no idea, not at the time, your butler understood that it was jealousy that drove these young girls to do the horrendous things that they did.

No one but your butler knew what you indeed were. With noble blood surging through your veins, let alone demon heritage, you were gorgeous.

Inhumanly and unnaturally beautiful.

The human academy you attended was becoming too troublesome for your butler now that you were evolving into a moody teenager.

It was a private school for the wealthiest children in the country.

Entitled brats, spoiled and rude-mouthed children. It was a cesspool of privileged and filthy humans close to your age, and it was unbecoming of them all to be able to even breathe the same air as you.

He only feels this way because a few students have gone too far.

During a chemistry lesson, while the teacher was distracted with teaching, a few girls banded together to burn some of your belongings. Your binder filled with notes for the class was destroyed, and inside was a picture of your parents. Your mother and father's faces disappeared in a flurry of flames, and all that remained was their body from the shoulders down. You would barely be able to recognize them if they ever showed up again.

That picture was all you had left.

In retaliation for burning your prized possession, you lunged at one of the girls.

Like an animal, you began attacking her, ripping the clips from her hair as well as a few strands of her hair that were still attached. You almost bludgeoned her face with a beaker that was on another student's desk. Your butler could only assume that a sliver of your demon magic assisted you in raiding chaos in your class. He'd seen the aftermath of the classroom while coming to retrieve you.

The glass shattered from the windows, and glass beakers broke.

The class whiteboard was broken, and the lights were still flickering.

Papers were scattered alongside the wooden flooring.

The butler felt somewhat proud. But encouraging this behavior would only increase the dangerous levels of your power.

Fortunately, security pulled you to the headmaster's office as the other girl was taken to the nurse's office to tend to her new wounds.

The butler had noticed her when her parents came to collect her, frantic about what had happened to their child. Her hair was a wild mane, and it was somewhat matted. Her left eye was swollen, and there were a few scratches on her face and forearms from defending herself as best as she could against your wrath.

He figured the little monster would be smug that you were in trouble for your actions, but she seemed horrified.

Filing through the girl's mind during the meeting with the headmaster, he sorted through her memories and thoughts. It didn't take him much to discover that the girl saw you for what you really were when you were angry. He saw it through her eyes.