Infernal Academia

Chapter 9 - Thunderous Hubris

"So, to recap; the West Country was first discovered in 1824 when pioneers launched from Rupture Bay and sailed across uncharted ocean.  However, they settled upon the isle of Redmont, and did not attempt to extend their reach to the mainland until the late 1960s.  By then, many towns comprised of adventurers, treasure hunters and thrillseekers had sprung up around the West Country, and Redmont's plans to expand were faced with heavy resistance both from these townships and the native Sylensyo tribes.  Has everybody got that down?"

Setting his chalk down, Cobalt turned to face the class in order to gauge their reaction.  A sparse few of his students were writing in their notebooks, but most were simply not paying attention.  In particular, Lottie Deyeyr had fallen asleep in class again, while Izzbelle Suyas was idly burning the edges of her books with a flaming finger.  With a heavy sigh, the Incubus dropped his History book onto the teacher's desk, drawing their attention.

"Guys, please pay attention.  I know it's just the first month back, but trust me, time flies by a lot quicker than some of you may realise.  Second year can be a real wake-up call if you don't want to struggle for next year's exams, believe me" he chided, planting his hands on his hips.

A chorus of giggles sounded from the back of the classroom, prompting his frown to deepen.  A large group of his students had gathered their seats around one particular desk down the back, and before he could say another word, a yellow hand bedecked in bangles rose from the gathering's centre.

"Yes, Miss Brode?" Cobalt sighed, folding his arms.

Whitney Brode stood out of her seat, wearing her usual smug grin.  Though she had done little to antagonise her teacher directly, everything the Nymph did broke some rule of conduct.  She constantly customised her uniform into various shameless outfits and wore an excessive amount of jewelry, to the point where she rattled with every movement.  Every action she took was followed and applauded by the many followers that orbited her, and because of her lack of interest in education, they followed suit and ignored the Incubus' lessons.  Worst of all, because her father was a primary financier for the school, the rest of the staff ignored her breaches of conduct.  It was enough to make his blood boil.

"Like, why do we gotta learn all this anyway?  This stuff happened ages ago; no point rehashing it all now" Whitney announced, stepping away from her desk.

Hearing someone swear beneath their breath, Cobalt glanced over at Karazelle, who was rolling her eyes so hard that they threatened to roll right back into her skull.

"Daddy says history is written by the victors, anyway, so how to we know all this stuff is true, and wasn't, like, made up?" the Nymph continued, waltzing up to the front of the class in a pair of shoes that certainly didn't adhere to uniform standards.

"Because we have sources, Whitney; both primary and secondary.  You would know this if-"

He was cut off by a high-pitched giggle, which was soon accompanied by many more from the back of the class.  Blowing a bubbled from the gum she was chewing, Whitney placed a hand on Cobalt's shoulder and leaned in close.

"C'mon sir, lighten up!  Gosh, you're so serious about all this stuff!" she laughed, prodding his cheek.

"I- It's my job!  Now please, sit down and-!"

"Or what?  Look, I said there wasn't any point to this, so maybe I oughta just-!"

"WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU BUTTERSKINNED BITCH?!" cried a third voice, drowning out the two demons.

Stunned by the sudden outburst, everybody turned to face Karazelle, whose fists were balled and shaking.  Whitney in particular looked almost horrified, but her aghast expression quickly turned to outrage.