Infernal Academia

Chapter 8 - Muddied Sloth

Quinn Redtile's transferal application was accepted within a matter of days, and before the week was out, the young Imp was sporting a navy uniform and had been granted a room in the girls' dorms.  She was inducted into Class 2-F without much incident, and though Cobalt felt daunted at the prospect of having yet another rambunctious student added to his already riotous class, a part of him was relieved.  Despite the odd circumstances that lead to their acquaintance, he found himself warming up to the Imp.  She was cheeky, quick to joke and generally good fun.  Her work ethic, on the other hand, left something to be desired, but such was to be expected.  After all, it was no small secret that Cobalt had been placed in charge of second year's "problem class".

One merciful thing about working at B.I.D. was that it prided itself in being one of the only schools to offer regular Applied Demonics classes, which were hour-long sessions that her held three-times weekly.  Every demon of their year would split into groups going by race, whereupon they would attend classes that focused on studying and practicing their unique abilities and magical talents.  Of course, it just so happened that Cobalt's schedule lined up perfectly with these classes every Friday afternoon, granting him an hour's respite from the hectic day-to-day.

Sat atop the bleachers by the school's main sports track, the Incubus took a long sip of his tea and sighed as he watched the class unfolding down below.  This week, the Golem Applied Demonics class were having practical lessons; learning how to manipulate stone and earth with their magic.  So far, they had succeeded in tearing lumps out of the loam, but hadn't much luck in putting them back.

However, his good mood faded away as memories rushed back of his own time attending Applied Demonics.  The sole Incubus in a class full of Succubi... humiliation wasn't even the worst of it.

"No sense in getting hung up on the past, Trayer" he murmured to himself, locking his fingers around his thermos.

A flutter of wings sounded from above him as a dark blur darted past his vision. Nearly leaping out of his skin, he stared wide-eyed at the raven that had just landed beside him.  It stared at him with beady eyes for a moment before stretching its wings, displaying the odd red colouration of its feathers.

"Um... hello" Cobalt spoke after a moment of consideration.

The bird ruffled it's feathers.

"Alright" it stated in an eerily familiar voice.

Before Cobalt could react, the raven abruptly exploded into a cloud of red smoke, scattering feathers all over the bleachers.  Coughing, he opened his eyes to see none other than Quinn Redtile reclining beside him.  Of course; Imps were capable of transforming themselves into animals, after all.

"Why aren't you in class, Miss Redtile?" he asked with a sigh.

She shrugged.

"We're practicing transformations, so I thought I'd get a bird's eye gander at the campus before I head back to the classroom.  Saw you moping down here, and the rest is history" she quipped, flashing her teacher a grin.

Taking advantage of his brief distraction, the Imp snatched the flask right out of Cobalt's hands and took a deep swig.  The smug look on her face was swiftly wiped off, however, as she spat the tea all over the bleachers in front of them.

"Eugh!  This shit's minging!" Quinn exclaimed, spitting a glob of black spittle onto the ground.

Cobalt retrieved his flask.

"That's because I made it for myself, not to share.  Anyway, while I have you; how are you finding school life?" the Incubus queried, safely stashing his tea inside his satchel.