Izzbelle didn't know why she decided to follow Cobalt to his family home. All she remembered was seeing Karazelle and Whitney follow him out of the dormitory's while she was sitting outside with Jelli. The Glutton asked where he was going, and he explained that he was going to see his mother, before sighing and saying that she may as well come along. After much stuttering and flustering, Jelli decided to go as well, and Izzbelle wasn't about to let her go without a chaperone.
She still didn't have Cobalt figured out, but she didn't quite trust him with the Glutton. Not yet.
But with Cobalt now sequestered to the downstairs bathroom to get his hair cut, his mother told her guests to nip back to the school and grab some overnight clothes and other such supplies, seemingly ecstatic at the prospect of hosting so many people. Izzbelle had to admit; Jezebel was a really nice woman. A little eccentric, but what thespian wasn't?
Frowning, she glanced down at the duffle bag slung across her shoulder. A vest, a pair of boxers, spare underwear and some toiletries. The Oni didn't need much to get by, and as a result, she was the first one back to the house.
"Why am I doin' this...?" she wondered, stepping into the empty front hall.
Well, she knew the obvious answer. She was there to keep Jelli safe. She had only gotten to know the Glutton in the past few months, but since becoming her friend, Izzbelle began to direly wish she had introduced herself when they first met back in first year. The girl was so gentle and sweet, it made her blood boil to think how many people sated themselves on treating her like shit!
Feeling herself getting worked up, Izzbelle unclenched her fists.
Maybe there was another reason, too. Cobalt still took up a permanent place of residence in her head, and it was driving her insane. His words from that night in front of the dorms still echoed in her head as she tried to sleep, and by the time she saw the Incubus in her morning classes, she didn't know whether to try to be nice or punch him in the face.
It was frustrating.
"Fuck it... May as well call dibs on somethin'..." the Oni murmured to herself, climbing the grand staircase.
Reaching the landing, she began to stroll through the upstairs hallways, looking around for any of the spare rooms that Jezebel had mentioned. However, rather than find where she was to bed down for the night, Izzbelle stumbled across a different kind of room.
Unlike the rest of the house, all of the furniture and decor had been cleared out, and the wood-paneled walls had been sturdily reinforced. Over by one end of the room, a collection of practice dummies and worn punchbags lay ready for action, whilst on the other, an impressive collection of exotic weaponry sat displayed on wall-mounted racks.
The Oni's eyes widened, impressed. Tonfa, nunchucks, knuckledusters, knives, hatchets, staves, chakrams... all and more lay spread out before her, like a buffet of violence.
"Like them? It's my personal collection," spoke a strong voice from the door, startling her.
Leaning in the training room's entrance was a Succubus, dressed in worn denim and bearing a red bandanna in her raven-black hair. She looked to be in her third stage, and as Izzbelle gawked, she grinned and winked.
"Scarlet. Cobalt's sis. You must be Izzbelle, huh?"
The Oni frowned and nodded. Strange; she was nothing like her brother.
"Yeah..." Izzbelle mumbled, returning her attention to the weapon racks.
Thankfully, Scarlet also seemed more interested in the instruments of war rather than trying to make small talk.
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Infernal Academia
FantasyWrath. Greed. Sloth. Hubris. Envy. Gluttony. And Lust. Hell's an interesting place, filled with interesting people. Demons need an education like any other, and the Brimstone Institute of Demonics is the perfect place to pursue their aca...