Two laced-up boots, a clean shirt, freshly-pressed trousers and a brand-new leather belt. His glasses were polished and his tie was perfectly angled. He had gelled his hair and practically doused himself in aftershave, ready for the upcoming confrontations. Valentines Day wasn't for another few weeks yet, but Arnn Srenth was damned if he wasn't going to spend it alone again.
Stepping away from his mirror, the Imp crossed his messy floor over to his couch, where a number of bouquets lay, each stuffed with roses. Their petals were a deep black colour, tinged with red vein-like patterns, and the stems were covered in hooked barbs. Thorned Bindings, symbols of undying bonds. They cost a fortune, but he was pulling all the stops out this year.
He checked his watch. The beginning of the school day was just an hour away.
"Alright, you got this, man," he stated, winking at himself in the mirror.
Surely if he asked everyone out, he was bound to get at least one girl to agree...?
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"Erm, and don't forget there's going to be a talk in Madam Pudon's room at lunchtime today. Something about practicing safe intercourse in time for Valentines Day," sighed Cobalt, reading off a note on the teacher's desk.
Up in one of the front seats, Karazelle laughed.
"Ooh, sounds fun! I missed last year's one because I was off with a broken arm," commented the Succubus, doodling in her notebook.
Her teacher groaned and rubbed his eyes. From what Arnn understood, he was still on the mend from a fairly brutal fever.
"Yes, well, I wouldn't advise going. She mostly uses these talks as an excuse to talk about her past 'experiences.'"
"Are you speaking from experience, sir?"
Shaking his head, the Incubus checked his watch and muttered under his breath. Hastily shoving his things into his satchel, he regarded the entire class with a worried gaze.
"Oh shoot, I have to go get the Science room set up for the first years; we're running experiments today. Can I trust you lot to remain here until homeroom is finished?" he asked in an unsure voice.
The class replied with a mixed response; mainly noncommittal grunts or stifled snickers.
"A- Alright then. I'll see you all for Language."
With that, their teacher quickly collected himself and scuttled out of the room, leaving class 2-F to their own devices. Almost immediately, most of the students either pulled out their phones or just straight up left, with only a few remaining in their seats. Noticing that Karazelle was still at her desk, Arnn reached into his schoolbag and pulled out a rose, taking care not to cut himself on the barbs. Hiding it behind his back, he slunk into the seat beside the Succubus, smiling all the while.
She glanced over at the Imp and gave him a polite nod.
"Arnn," she said curtly, not taking her eyes off her notebook.
She seemed to be writing some kind of poetry, but as soon as the Imp tried to get a better look, she shut the book and looked him in the eyes.
"Something I can help you with?"
Arnn cleared his throat, a little taken aback by the sound of her voice. She was the only Succubus in the class, and therefore he was a little unused to dealing with them. Karazelle was a beautiful girl, and he would be lying to himself if he didn't admit to having a teensy-weensy crush on her. Swallowing hard, he pulled the rose out and offered it to her.
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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...