Kokoro no Akuma [Demon Thief 3]

Part 1

My first day. I wandered in the classroom; well I'm not sure if you could call it a classroom. There weren't any tables or chairs. But it was a room, and the class was going into it. 

The first hour was more of a welcome. "Young demons, welcome to the academy. Here you will spend the next 500 years becoming the greatest demons you can be, before leaving us and either becoming a worker or joining the polinary." A seemingly young woman stood before us, smiling. Of course, she couldn't be young. You had to be at least 1000 to teach here. 

A man started. "There will be no need for questions." Several raised hands slowly came down. "Everything will be explained to you within the time you will be here." 

Another woman entered the room. The man pointed to her. "Now, by order of the demon council, you must all have an appointment with our psychic to ensure that you will not waste your demon powers in the future." He looked amongst us and pointed to one of the demons in the class. He stood and walked out with the psychic. Several moments later, he returned with a smile on his face and sat back in his seat.

One by one the demons left and returned. One boy never came back. I didn't know what that meant.

Eventually it was my turn. I walked out and entered another room. "Sit down, my dear." I sat on the seat opposite her. She took my hand. For a moment there was silence. "Oh dear." She paused. "What is your name, child?" 

"L-lady Jessica Bromley." I stuttered. 

"You are a Lady?" She questioned. I nodded in response. "What is your opinion of humans, my lady?" 

"They are human. We use their souls…" I paused. "For food. With a contract-"

"That's enough, my lady." She interrupted. "We cannot continue your education any further."

I stopped. "What? Why?" 

"You will become a Demon Thief."

"I don't even know what a Demon Thief is!" 

"I do not intend to tell you. Now leave." The speech came from the demon that had entered with me. He pushed me out another door. 

I lay on the ground and didn't move. They hadn't taught me anything. I didn't know anything. 

Not even how to take a soul. I decided to lay still and allow myself to starve. 

"Most of them do that, you know." I looked up and saw a demon standing over me. He offered me his hand but I ignored it. "Come on, my lady."

"I don't want to."

"I know, but you must. You can't allow your life to be wasted."

"But I will be a Demon Thief!" I sighed. "I don't even know what a Demon Thief is."

"Do you want me to tell you?" I nodded. "A demon thief is someone, well…a demon, who takes a soul that doesn't belong to them." 

"They think I'd do that?" I pondered out loud.

"You will, if you live the way your living. After all, she is a real psychic."

"What's your name?" 

"Cyr." 

"That's a nice name." I took his hand and he pulled me off the ground and held me close.

"Thank you."

"Thank you for complimenting your name or for getting up?"

"Both."