The Demonslayer's Institution

Chapter One

Ares wandered around the city bored, he was walking across the ledge of the tall building whistling. He positioned himself on the corner, looking down.

It was a hectic day. Ares can hear the loud horns and smell the tired employees. They were all boring for Ares; they're just too human, too boring, and too lifeless. They were all living zombies.

He sighed, pointing at every living creature below. "Boring, boring, boring, boring." He rolled his eyes in annoyance. He sighed again realizing how dull his life is.

Walk, kill, and eat. Everyday.

He stood up and moaned, "Should I just kill myself?" He shook his head. He was about to get off the ledge when he saw three people entering a dark, disgusting alleyway. He noticed a boy and a girl, about his age–bickering at each other.

He jumped from the ledge, landing on the metal stairs without making a sound. He looked down again so he can hear them clearer.

The blonde female was hitting the boy version of herself, but the blonde boy was unfazed by her violence.

"Ugh," The boy moaned, "Veronica, stop it already. You've been doing that for the past few hours."

Veronica squealed. "We're lost because of you, you pea-brained asshole."

Ares felt warmth spread out in his body. He realized that for the first time in years, he felt excitement. He mentally danced but he was careful not to make a sound.

They stopped in front of the dead-end causing 'Veronica' to stomp her foot in annoyance.

"Fucking, fuckitty, fuck, fuck, fucking," She began pulling her hair. She glared at his brother, "Now Vincent, how are we gonna find the others? The headmaster is going to kill us if we failed our fucking mission just because we got lost in some cheap-ass, disgusting town."

Veronica ran around in circles.

"You're stressing me out. Calm down. " Vincent said.

"C-c-calm down! This is my first m-mission. This is bad news for me. They'll see me as a failed member of-" She stopped and continued looking at the third party, "It's your fault, Lazarus. Your fault, yes–It's your fault."

Ares then saw 'Lazarus', he was not wearing any smile. He's calm compared to the hyperventilating female.

"Don't blame Lazarus!" Vincent scoffed, crossing his hands. "It's your-"

Ares decided to enter the scene, and the moment his foot touched the wet ground. Their attention turned to him.

"H-hi," Ares softly greeted, blushing. He was giggling in the inside, feeling the two men's eyes on him and somehow it gave him chills in a good way.

"Who are you?" Vincent arrogantly said, looking down at the baby-faced boy. The boy, Ares, was wearing a dirty white polo, with the first few buttons unbuttoned.

"M-my name is Ares." He introduced himself.

"We're not asking for you name. Why are you here and where did you come from?" Vincent said, his voice higher. Ares pouted, looking down at the ground.

"Vincent, stop torturing the kid!" Veronica said.

"I'm not a kid. I'm sixteen." He defended himself and that caused the three to make a sound in disbelief.

"Eh? You look like you're fourteen or something." Veronica said. But as Veronica began to analyze the kid, he lacks in the height department compared to an average male. His dark hair was long, and it was almost covering his face. His face looks innocent. "Cute!" Veronica cooed.