Today is your first day at this academy, you leave your dorm, your anxiety is high as you enter through the grand gates of the academy.

Lilith (headmistress):

Gives you a wide smile as she beckons you to follow her inside and to her office

"Good morning my dear, I came down personally because you're such a special case! A human in hell, who isn't being tormented, intresting, no?."

You can see the elegance and beauty of her huge office, it's unbelievable, gold and jewel adorns the walls, along with nightmarish paintings of torment.

"Like what you see? I designed the room myself. Don't be so sad now, I've taken steps to ensure you don't get found out, just yet, especially since I have little son who's also a human, I got him from your world, and so now I sympathize with humans a bit."

She laughed a bit, her eyes looking you up and down, like a lion looking at it's prey.

"Now go on, you've classes no? The teacher would help you out. Don't die~"

Lilith laughed softly at your compliments and dismissal, nodding in understanding as she turned to face her desk once more. "Well then, I hope you enjoy your classes and find friends among your peers. Just remember, this is Hell... anything can happen." Her voice held a note of warning, but there was also an odd sort of kindness in it as well. With one last glance in your direction, she went back to work, her long red nails tapping against the desk pensively.

The teacher, who was preparing their lesson on a nearby desk, glanced up at your approach before giving you a polite nod in greeting. "Ah, I see. Well, Lilith mentioned that you might need some help adjusting to our...unique situation here." They chuckled softly before continuing, "In any case, my name is Amon and I'll be your history professor for the time being. Do feel free to ask me anything you might have concerns about."

The teacher was a werewolf, with thick fur covering their body and a pair of shining golden eyes that seemed to sparkle in the light. They exuded an air of calm authority, yet also had a reassuring smile that made them seem approachable enough.

Amon chuckled at your compliments and smiled warmly. "Thank you, I do take pride in my appearance. And yes, I am a werewolf, as you've pointed out. Now then, let us get started with the lesson." They walked over to the blackboard and began scratching out some symbols on it using their claws. "Today, we will be discussing the early history of hell, its rulers and its various realms."

As they continued explaining, Amon would occasionally glance back at you to ensure that you were understanding everything alright. They seemed genuinely interested in helping you learn and adjust to this new environment.

As the other students filed out of the classroom to their own classes, Amon approached you with a concerned expression on their face. "Something troubling you, Yaroslav?" they asked gently. "You seemed rather lost in thought during our lesson."

Amon smiled warmly and patted you on the shoulder. "I'm glad to hear that. If you have any questions about today's lesson or anything else, feel free to ask me anytime." The teacher then turned to leave, heading back to their office to prepare for the next class. As you made your way down the hallway, the hustle and bustle of student activity all around you, you couldn't help but wonder what other adventures and challenges awaited you at this strange school known as Hell's academia...

The next teacher you approached was a vampire named Lillith. She had long flowing hair that seemed to shimmer in the light and crimson eyes that never left your face as she spoke. "Ah, Yaroslav, yes? I am Lillith and I will be teaching you history of magic today. Come in and have a seat, please." Her voice was soft and melodious, yet it carried an air of authority that demanded respect.

As you sat down at your desk, she glanced around the classroom before turning her attention back to you. "Now then, let's get started with today's lesson. Who can tell me about the early history of magic in hell?"

The next teacher you approached was a succubus named Azura. She had long, flowing red hair that seemed to shift and swirl around her like living flames, and piercing cerulean eyes that could make even the strongest of mortals feel weak in the knees. Her body was curvaceous and well-proportioned, clad in a form-fitting black dress that accentuated her natural allure. "Ah, Yaroslav, I'm glad you decided to come to my class," she purred, her voice like velvet over steel.

"I am Azura, and I will be your instructor for demonology today. Please, take a seat." She gestured towards an open desk in the front row, her expression a mix of intrigue and curiosity as she studied you. Once you're settled in, she begins writing on the blackboard with a long, claw-like f

The succubus chuckled softly at your question. "Ah, such a curiosity you are. As for the strongest and strictest teacher... That would be none other than our headmistress, Lilith." She looked over at the door leading to her office before adding in a whisper, "She's an ancient vampire, with power that could make even the mightiest demons quake in fear. You may find her intimidating at first..." Her voice trailed off as she studied your reaction.

A slight shiver ran down Azura's spine at the sound of your voice and the change in your eyes, but she managed to maintain her composure. "Well," she said with a smirk, "I suppose it would be interesting to see how you fare against one such as Lilith. But keep in mind that not all is what it seems here in Hell. Power can be fickle and treacherous."

She paused for a moment before adding, "In any case, I hope my class has been informative thus far. If there's ever anything you need help with or want to discuss further, feel free to come find me." Her smile was reassuring, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Very well," the vampire teacher replied with a nod before turning her attention back to the other students in the classroom. As you made your way over to the next teacher, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of curiosity and apprehension about what challenges lay ahead in learning about demons from one who was once human themselves...

The teacher, a werewolf named Malik, raised an eyebrow at your sudden appearance in their classroom but remained cordial. "Greetings, Yaroslav. I am Malik and will be teaching you about necromancy today. Please take a seat." He gestured to an open seat at the front of the room before continuing with his lesson.

As he spoke about raising the dead and controlling the forces of decay, you found yourself struggling not to give into your primal urges; the voices in your head grew louder by the moment, demanding release. It was a battle you knew you could lose control of at any moment...

The gym teacher was a minotaur with an impressive build and a calm demeanor. They glanced at you as you entered the room, taking in your unusual appearance and reddish eyes before returning their attention to the rest of the class. "Alright, everyone! Today we'll be focusing on strength training. Yaroslav, why don't you show us how it's done?"

You couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and determination as you stepped up in front of your classmates. The teacher looked expectantly at you, waiting for your response...

The minotaur seemed impressed with your efforts and stamina. "Excellent work, Yaroslav! You've got quite the natural talent for this sort of thing." The teacher smiled warmly at you before turning back to the rest of the class. "All right, everyone, why don't we try some partner exercises? Pair up with your neighbors and begin." They gestured to two nearby students as they spoke.

As you waited for your partner, you couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment at surviving another day of classes in this unfamiliar place...

"Ah, that is called the Executioner," the minotaur replied with a grin. "It has been passed down through generations of our family and serves as a symbol of strength and justice. Don't worry about it too much; it's just for show." The teacher then turned back to ensure everyone was following their instructions during the partner exercises.

The minotaur raised an eyebrow at your request, but their expression quickly turned stern. "I am sorry, but under no circumstances may that weapon be taken out or handled by anyone other than a member of my family. It is not a toy, and its power must be respected." They paused for a moment before adding with what sounded like genuine concern, "Please do not attempt anything foolish, Yaroslav. The consequences could be dire."

The minotaur watched you carefully, their expression growing increasingly worried as they saw your eyes begin to glow once more. Perhaps it was for the best that you had been given this warning. After all, disobeying the rules here could lead to far worse than just a scolding...

The minotaur tensed visibly at your words, their posture shifting subtly as they prepared to defend themselves if need be. After a moment of silence, they let out a sigh and shook their head slowly. "I am truly sorry, Yaroslav," they said softly, "but the Executioner is not meant for mortal hands." They paused again before continuing more firmly, "You must understand that this weapon has power far beyond what you can comprehend. Even I, as strong and experienced as I am, am in awe of its might. It is not something to be taken lightly, nor is it something you should covet."

There was a weight in their words that seemed impossible for you to ignore. Perhaps, deep down, you knew they spoke the truth. The desire within you began to ebb, replaced by a strange sense of awe and respect.

The minotaur's expression shifted from concern to outright horror as they watched you retrieve the weapon with ease. Their eyes widened and their body tensed, ready for whatever might happen next. When you didn't react adversely to touching it, when your voice remained steady despite the power that should have been seething within you... The teacher took a step back, clearly confused by what was happening.

"Yaroslav," they began tentatively, "it appears...that somehow, this weapon has bonded with you." Their words were cautious and uncertain, as if they weren't entirely sure how to process the information. "I have never heard of such a thing happening before..." They trailed off, still struggling to comprehend the implications of what had just transpired.

The minotaur watched you carefully as you spoke, their expression unreadable. "Very well," they finally said, "perhaps it would be best if you handled the rest of your training with this...gift. But remember, Yaroslav; power like this comes with great responsibility. Use it wisely."

With that, they motioned for the others to continue with their exercises. The other students kept a respectful distance from you as you joined them, wielding the Executioner as if it were an extension of your own body...

The minotaur looked you in the eye, their expression stern yet thoughtful. "That is a decision I cannot make for you," they said carefully. "You must weigh the consequences of such an action and decide if it is truly what you wish to do." They paused, as if gathering their thoughts. "Remember that this bond between you and the Executioner is not yet fully understood. There may be more at stake here than you realize."

The teacher then turned their attention back to the class, watching intently as everyone completed their exercises. As you stood there, undecided on what course of action to take next, you couldn't shake the feeling that whatever choice you made would have far-reaching consequences...

When the door finally opened, you found yourself face-to-face with the formidable Lilith, the headmistress of Hell's Academia. Her eyes were a piercing shade of crimson and seemed to bore into your very soul as she studied you. "Yaroslav," she spoke softly, "I understand that you have bonded with the Executioner." It wasn't a question.

"You are an interesting case, human," she continued, her voice taking on a more ominous tone. "Your power could be of great use to us... or it could spell disaster for both yourself and our realm. The choice is yours." She looked at you expectantly, waiting for your response.

A silence fell over the room as Lilith took in your transformation, her eyes narrowing slightly. "It seems you have made a choice," she finally said, her voice cold and distant. "You are now part of our world, bound to us by this oath you have sworn." The red-eyed headmistress stood up slowly from her desk, her wings unfurling with a soft rustle. "Welcome, Yaroslav the Betrayed... or perhaps, reborn as something else entirely." She paused for a moment before speaking again, her voice softer now. "Perhaps it is time for you to see what fate has in store..."

As she began to lead you out of her office and down the hallway, your new form causing quite a stir among the other demons present, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear, excitement, and curiosity about what lay ahead.

Lilith stared at you with wide eyes, her mouth slightly agape. "Y-You are...?" She stammered, clearly surprised by your revelation. Even the other demons in the hallway seemed to take a step back from you, their eyes wary and respectful.

"Yes," you hissed, baring your teeth in what might have been a smile, "I am Yaroslav Grignr Golf Morgan. Dragon of Wrath, Destroyer of Worlds, Creator of Hell. And I will not be called an Adskite Abomination." You snorted derisively and took a step forward, the air around you crackling with energy as your wings stretched wide.

Lilith seemed to gather her composure quickly, bowing deeply before speaking again. "Forgive my insolence, great one," she said solemnly. "We are honored by your presence

"Very well," Lilith replied, her voice calm and composed as she rose back to her feet. "You have my word that your subjects shall learn to respect you in time. But know this, great one - I shall not hesitate to correct them should they ever forget their place." The tension in the air seemed to dissipate somewhat as Lilith led you deeper into the school grounds, the other demons parting before you like water.

As you walked, your thoughts drifted back to the choices that had brought you here - choices both good and evil, intentional and not. You could feel the weight of responsibility settling onto your shoulders once more...