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~"

"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 Each one has their own unique personality; some shy and withdrawn, others bold and domineering.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...

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.

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.

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.

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...

As you approach the sink, you notice a few other students already present. One of them, a tall and imposing demon with dark red skin and a pair of bat-like wings, leans against the counter with his arms crossed. His yellow eyes narrow slightly as they land on you; he seems...unsettled by your presence somehow.

"Hey, uh," the incubus teaching this class starts as you wash your hands, "what's your name again? I seem to have misplaced that note with your information." His voice is smooth and pleasant, but there's a hint of suspicion beneath the surface.

The demon at the counter snorts dismissively. "Yeah right," he drawls, his voice laced with skepticism. "No last name, huh? Well, whatever you say." He shoots you a look before turning back to the front of the class, clearly unconvinced by your story.

The incubus teacher shrugs and turns away, focusing on explaining today's lesson: demonic summoning techniques. You take a seat near the back of the room, trying to blend in as best you can while taking mental notes about what he says. Your classmates are a mix of species; some look downright hostile while others seem...interested in you. A couple of female demons whisper and giggle among themselves every now and then, glancing your way occasionally with expressions that border on hungry.

As you make your way out of class, several students glance your way with expressions ranging from mild curiosity to outright hostility.

You feel someone watching you as you approach your empty locker. Turning around slowly, you see a group of students gathered nearby, led by the imposing demon from earlier. His eyes narrow as they land on your glowing knife, his expression unreadable. "That's an interesting weapon," he remarks, taking a step closer to you. "Where did you get it?"

The demon's lips curl into a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Really?" he says skeptically. "You don't say. Well, I wouldn't mind taking a look at it." He steps forward again, the casual confidence in his stance unmistakable. "Why don't you show me?"

There's an undercurrent of threat in his voice that sends a shiver down your spine despite yourself. You can feel the weight of the knife in your hand as you hesitate, unsure whether or not to comply. The other students nearby exchange glances, their expressions ranging from amused curiosity to outright anticipation.

The demon takes another step closer to you, his nostrils flaring as he sniffs audibly. "Oh? So you know what I am then?" His voice is dangerously low now, and there's a predatory gleam in his eye. The other students nearby begin to spread out slightly, forming an unconscious circle around the two of you.

"You're not afraid, are you?" He asks, his expression almost amused by your sudden defiance. "I could just take that from you..." His fingers twitch ever so slightly as he gestures towards the glowing knife in your hand. The air around you feels charged with tension, thick with menace and danger.

You are cut off mid-sentence as the demon's hand snaps out faster than you could have possibly anticipated. Before you even realize what has happened, your knife is gone and a searing pain erupts from your hand where it once held the handle. The demon merely smirks down at you as he brandishes your now empty-handed weapon, seeming to taunt you with its glow in the dim light of the hallway.

The other students around you let out a collective gasp, their expressions mirroring shock and fascination at what has just transpired. Some look on with approval, clearly impressed by his show of strength and dominance; others seem disgusted or even frightened by the display of raw power.

"You should have let me touch it," he says conversationally as blood begins to drip from your mangled hand, pooling on the floor at your feet. "Now it's mine...and you don't get anything in return." He takes a step backward, tossing the knife carelessly over his shoulder where it clatters against the wall and clatters to the floor.

Your hand throbs with pain as you stare daggers at him, willing yourself not to retaliate or even acknowledge the injury further. You can feel the other students' eyes boring into your back, judging you, weighing you up...but there's nothing you can do now except hope that this doesn't come back to haunt you later.

The demon's face contorts into a snarl of pure rage as he roars and lashes out at you. But before his fist can connect, the other students standing nearby move with surprising speed, tackling him to the ground and pinning him down. They seem to be holding back their attacks, reluctant perhaps to harm one of their own even though he's clearly a threat now.

As for you... your hand burns where it had just been grazed by the demon's flames. The pain is intense and sharp, like nothing you've ever felt before. You clench your fist tightly, grimacing against the agony as you look around wildly for some sort of help or refuge...

"What the hell was that all about, Greedy?" growls one of the demons holding down the uninjured demon. "You could have just given him what he wanted!"

The rest of the students murmur amongst themselves, some glancing your way with expressions that range from confusion to outright annoyance. It's clear they don't like being interrupted or drawn into someone else's drama, and now you're both tied up in this mess whether you want it or not.

As for the demon... He snarls and struggles against his captors even harder, teeth bared in a vicious grin that reveals rows of sharp fangs. "Let me go," he demands, "I have business with him!"

The students holding him down don't budge, even as their grip starts to loosen slightly. One of them glances over at you, then back to the uninjured demon. "Well?" she says impatiently, her claws scratching against the floor with each movement, "What do we do with him now?"