The Devil's passionate Lover [PAUSED]

♛ 1 Welcome to Pomefiore

She heard noises coming from outside and had just woken up from her coma. It's dark and she's inside a box. 'What the fuck? Where am I?', she asks herself and then is blinded by bright light. She sees a small gray creature with blue burning ears. Additionally, there was also a boy with black hair and brown eyes. She looks down at herself and sees that she wears a robe, which reminds her of a cult.

She holds her head and tries to remember what happened. Sebastian just kicked her out of her own apartment, because his current master didn't want her there. Moreover, he stole her design and gave it to his mistress, who ordered him to be her fake boyfriend. Annabeth was hurt that he broke his promise to her that none of them would ever be fake romantic partners with their contractors.

Then the head mage of Night Raven College appeared and took her to the entrance ceremony. Afterward, he searches for the other student. Her red eyes look around the area. There are so many people in the room. She still wonders where she is and if this is a cult or not. Her eyes finally adjust to the light and she remembers the carriage that almost hit her. Then she was in that coffin with all her belongings.

One by one, they walked towards the dark mirror, which picked up their dorms. The chat between the students helped her figure out what kind of place this was. Meanwhile, the director found the missing student. The boy walked to the mirror and the mirror said that he's empty and that there is no place to go back. Next, it was Annabeth's turn and the mirror asked for her name. "My full name or what? Annabeth Hannah Louise Maria McAlister." The other students were shocked that a girl was in their school. The same goes for the director. Then the mirror spoke up. "This soul befits Pomefiore." She pulled her cloak hood down.

"Do you have an issue that I'm a woman?" she asks as she crosses her delicate arms. Her long crimson red hair cascading down after removing the hood. Not even Mr. Crowley dared to say a single word against her. "Not my problem. I didn't decide to be here anyway.", she muttered, walking away from the mirror and pulling the hood back over her head.

Crimson meets amethyst. The Pomefiore house warden and the young demoness gaze for a brief moment in each other's eyes. Annabeth nods her head friendly, while joining the other freshmen students of Pomefiore. "Seems like this year will be even more magnificent." Rook suddenly says and Vil stares at him before rolling his eyes. "We have not only one but three surprise students." Rook looks pretty excited about it and looks over to the red haired lady. Vil could tell that she must be something special. Her beauty outshines everyone around her and makes them look like potatoes.

Then the house wardens lead their new students to their dorms and show them around. Annabeth follows her group, and ignores the director at first. "We can talk later, dear director. I guess I'm also from another world.", she says to the dark haired man before leaving with her group.

She listens to Vil Schoenheit, her house warden. She has to admit that he's very handsome for a mortal. Then she reminds herself that she was once a normal mortal too, but she died before she turned 17 years old. She sighs for a moment, enjoying how he calls some of the students potatoes and vegetable. 'He has a pretty sharp tongue.', she chuckles to herself.

She is amazed at how they get to the dormitory through a mirror and looks around carefully. This place is truly amazing. Then they have a welcome party and she looks at the boy sitting next to her. He has short lavender hair and she can tell he's unhappy to be part of this dorm. He's talking to Rook Hunter who is the vice house warden.

The way Rook speaks entertains her very much. Then she sees how the boy wanted to drink from the bowl supposed to wash their hands. Annabeth lays her hand over his and shakes her head. "Let me show you, please." She says calmly and shows the purple haired boy how to use that bowl. He feels embarrassed because he almost made a fool of himself. He watches her movements carefully and mimics her.