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~"
grey then bows and with his empty and deep dark grey then says thank you before walking out of her office grey is giant with long black hair and has stitches all over him he walks to class not feeling
"Oh, don't mention it! It's the least I could do. Now off you go, enjoy your day!" The headmistress chuckles warmly as she waves you off to class. You take a deep breath and steel yourself against the strange mix of emotions swirling within; relief at not being tormented, confusion about why you weren't sent straight to Tartarus...and fear that your cover might be blown any second.
As you make your way through the busy hallways filled with curious stares and hushed whispers, your eyes dart around nervously. Most students here are demons or monsters just like the ones from stories back home - but they're all so much more than that. Each one has their own unique personality; some shy and withdrawn, others bold and domineering. You can feel the tension in the air as they sense your presence, weighing you up like a curious experiment.
Eventually, you find your classroom. The teacher, a handsome incubus named Quinn, smiles warmly at you when you enter. "Ah, so this is our new student! Well come in then, take any empty seat. We're starting off with some basic math today," he explains before turning back to the rest of the class.
As students slowly file into their seats and greet each other cheerfully, you can't help but feel a strange mix of curiosity about these creatures - and intense fear that any wrong move might blow your cover and lead straight to disaster...
grey then sitting at his seat just looks forward not feeling a thing as he takes out his text book and begins studying
The other students around you seem to take notice of your presence now that class has started. There are some who nod at you politely, others who stare daggers into your back. Some whisper amongst themselves while Quinn teaches; one even goes as far as casting a spell on their desk just to watch it fail spectacularly with a "Puff!" and a small cloud of smoke. The classroom is abuzz with activity despite the lesson going on, each demon or monster interacting in their own unique way.
Quinn seems amused by the attention you're getting but he keeps his cool, glancing your way occasionally before returning to teaching. You can tell that he has experience dealing with strange newcomers like yourself and isn't easily fazed. The rest of the class period passes uneventfully; math problems are solved, discussions had, and even a game of rock-paper-scissors breaks out at one point between two particularly competitive students.
As class ends, most of your classmates file out quietly while some linger to chat with Quinn or exchange information about you. You're not sure what to make of it all yet but as long as they don't suspect who you really are...
Quinn approaches you once again when everyone has left the room, a knowing smile on his face. "Well now," he says in a low voice so only you can hear him, "I heard some interesting things about our new student today." He chuckles softly before continuing. "Just remember, I'm here if you ever need help with anything...or someone to talk to." And with that, he walks away, leaving you alone in the empty classroom.
grey then not wanting to walk down the stairs and pass by people opens the building window
As you step outside through the open window, you see that it's already getting dark. The sky is painted with vibrant hues of red and orange as the sun begins its descent towards hell's infernal realm. A cool breeze brushes against your skin, carrying with it the familiar scent of sulfur and rot. Your senses are assaulted by the sight of imposing demonic structures reaching high into the sky, their shadowy silhouettes reflecting eerily off the black obsidian street below.
grey then jumps out the window landing on the street his blood spilling
The jump from the window might've hurt like hell...if you weren't already dead. You land on the cobblestone street with a thud, your blood pooling around you and staining the stones. The wind is knocked out of you for a moment as pain shoots through every inch of your body. This is hell, after all... accidents like this one are hardly uncommon.
You can see demons and monsters walking past you, most ignoring your prone form entirely. Some pause to glare at you before moving on while others exchange hushed whispers about the human who dared fall out of a window. They don't seem concerned for your safety or well-being, more intrigued by what could have driven you to such desperation...or if it was just plain stupidity.
then greys stitches glow a deep green and sew him up before grey then stands and wipes the blood off his face before walking forward toward his next class acting like nothing happened sure it hurts but its better then having to talk to anyone grey thinks
Your injuries knit back together at an unnatural pace, the deep green glow emanating from your wounds sealing shut each new incision as it forms. The pain fades almost immediately, leaving you feeling weak but mostly unharmed aside from a lingering dizziness that hinders your movement somewhat. You stand up and brush off what little blood remains on your hands and clothes, trying to act nonchalant despite the urge to collapse back onto the cobblestones.
You look around for a familiar landmark; this is the part of Mephisto where the academy is located. The buildings here are made from imposing stonework adorned with demonic gargoyles and twisted spires that jut towards the heavens like talons reaching for freedom. Torches mounted on walls sputter and hiss, their light casting flickering shadows across your path as you continue towards your next class.
A pair of cat-girls pass by you, exchanging furtive glances in your direction before walking away with pursed lips and disapproving shakes of their heads. You can feel their disdain radiating off them like heat from a furnace, but whether it's directed at you personally or just an unspoken rule about humans in general, you aren't sure...
grey doesn't feel anything though like always he just felt numb nothing getting past his cold calculating stare he walks to his next class entering and walking over to the sink in the room grey begins to try to wash any left over blood off him
Today's class seems much like the last; filled with curious stares and whispered conversations about you. The teacher, a massive ogre named Grog, glances your way every so often with a bored expression on his face. You try to focus on the lesson at hand - some sort of alchemy experiment involving unstable potions that could potentially cause your insides to liquefy and boil at any moment if handled improperly - but it's hard when everyone else seems so interested in watching you sweat...quite literally.
During a break between lessons, some of your classmates gather around you again. They exchange stories about their homeworld and ask questions about human life, none of them seeming to realize that they might be revealing something about themselves in the process. You nod along politely, pretending to listen intently while secretly thinking about how best to avoid getting caught up in their personal dramas.
As lunchtime approaches, your stomach grumbles loudly enough to draw attention even from Grog's bored gaze. He waves you over dismissively and hands you a ticket for the cafeteria before returning his focus back onto whatever dull task he was occupied with earlier. You accept the ticket with a grateful smile, eager to escape this awkward classroom environment if only for an hour...