The Beauty, The Beast, And The Broken

An Angel?

Honey

Lin now leading the way again, we take the correct turn down a wide hallway. They explain to me how every science class is located here, no matter the grade or type of science being taught. I nod along taking into account the direction the hallway is located and the numbers on the doors, while only half-listening to Lin's ministrations. The layout of this supposed school is similar to many others I have attended (and there have been many) with the hallways categorized by subject rather than grade level. If my assumptions were correct then, just as all of the science classes were located down the 100 hall, all of the other core subjects as well as the arts would get their own hallway as well. The rooms I needed to really focus on were the outliers like the cafeteria, the gym, or the administration offices. One aspect I did appreciate about this "school" though was how they kept the regular classes in the same halls as the APs or the honors courses. I've been to a few (hellscapes) schools where they would separate the classrooms based on such criteria and I always found that it only succeeded in creating a rift between the (demons) students and creating an unnecessary class system rather than serving any productive purpose.

We continued to traverse the hallway with Lin giving me the typical tour guide speech, showcasing all the lovely torture chambers that this hell had to offer. They were pretty basic, all the common torture devices for the science subject filling each room. To be honest, I find science to be my least favorite method of torture these hellholes utilize. Don't get me wrong, I hate them all. It's not like I am a masochist or anything. But I find this specific method to be the most horrifying. Not only am I packed into a room with vicious demons, but now the demons are equipped with weapons, and are taught how to properly mix poisons and handle dissecting knives. No demon has attacked me yet in one of these rooms but I chalk that up solely to my keen awareness and my ability to pick up my belongings and run out of a room quicker than any of them can catch me. English classes were a better option as we mostly just read books and wrote essays. When it came time for discussions, I just had to keep my hand down and my eyes on the pages of the books we read, and most times the demons teaching the class would overlook me. My all time solace though was art class. I don't even think the subject could be considered torturous really, though I am not sure how others may feel. But I find art to be relatively calming and for the most part you are left on your own.

"We are reaching the end of the science hallway. The last room is the science administration office where Mrs. Kennel and her staff are located all day, though they may be out right now as it is still a bit early. Don't worry though. I have a master key to the building lent to me for the day so that I can show you around," Lin interrupted my thoughts with the same smile spread across their face since we first began this tour. I wonder if they may ever get tired of smiling for so long. I don't think I could manage it.

"After this last room we will make our way upstairs where the English and History classes are located, and then come back down from the other side of the building to see the math classrooms as well as the rest of the building that we have missed," they say while successfully unlocking the door with the key and turning the handle so we can enter the room.

"Anyways this room is designed as more of an office than a classroom, although it also doubles as a tutoring room for science. One of the services provided by the school is a cohesive student-to-student tutoring program, of which we pride ourselves. Actually my brother's bo–" Lin's words are cut off as they flip the lights to the room on revealing two entities pressed against the far wall of the room assumedly in the process of eating each other's faces. Really, demons have no sense of decency do they? The showcase of lust is relatively unsurprising, but can't they wait 'till they get back to their own fiery dwellings. I really have no interest in witnessing the methods in which these beasts fornicate when I am being forced to be here.