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The instant the door opened, I was greeted by complete chaos. Chairs, books, and even fireballs were being carelessly flung across the classroom, with most of the tables acting as shields, for whoever had been dragged into this full scale war. Certain parts of the room's aromatic colored wallpaper, had been burnt to a crisp; either leaving a enormous, coal-black crater in the ceiling or grazing the walls with a mixture of deep black ash.

I quickly shifted into my calico-cat form, and scurried to the nearest table to take shelter, only to find myself nested on an unfamiliar, blonde's lap, while hiding under the heavy wooden table, from the battle occurring in the classroom. From what I assumed, this man was definitely a student at this one heck of a crazy-campus of Devildom . His blond hair was elegantly combed, making him possibly-pass for a prince, if he did not hold such a strong aura of hidden wraith behind his prefect features of clear, pale skin, and stunning, emerald eyes. I pounced away from him, and circled around his crouched figure, before comfortably sitting a meter away , my brown orbs not leaving his emerald ones. I could see curiosity sparking in his eyes, and found myself inspecting his moves cautiously, until a demon boy, with short, wavy, pink hair; sitting next to him interrupted, "Hey Satan, what in hell's name are you staring at?"

Maybe entering this classroom was a bad idea after all. I was stuck with one demon at first, but now I was swarmed by two, which was absolutely, out of my comfort-zone. "I think she is probably someone's familiar . . ." the demon called Satan said, a soft smile curving on his lips, which I found myself doubting if it was sincerer, or just another bluff.

" . . . Or Mammon was bossed around by a witch to take care of her cat?" the other demon boy replied, as he tried to grab me by the nap of my neck.

He slowly rose, and so did I, ready to pounce at his face and leave an unpleasant mark on his feminine-features. Invading personal space was probably, and most certainly not part of the Exchange Program, which I was sure to follow for Luke's sake. "You probably shouldn't do that," Satan warned his friend, whom I wished would listen and back off. "She seems cautious about you."

But the amateur, pink-haired demon did not listen, and just when his hand was a few inches above me, my eyes narrowed as I pounced, my front paws clinging to the fine skin of his hand with my razor-sharp claws, as I sunk my teeth into the side of his hand. Out of reflex, he to jump out of pain, resulting in the top of his head slamming against the wooden table above us. He kept swinging his hand right and left, which did him no good, since I firmly held my grip on his hand. My cat senses were panicking. This idiot was swinging his hand swiftly like a drama queen and that only urged me to rip out that tongue of his. So that was what I did . . . or at least attempted to do, unless the demon student, Satan had not grabbed the pink-haired boy's hand, and gently loosened my grip, leaving his friend's hand with a small cat bite and several red scratches. Satan cradled me in his arms and peeked at the situation of the classroom's battlefield. From where I saw it, there was a duo battle between four students. "It seems it will take us a while to talk to Mammon about this kitty," Satan cooed, a funny looking smile landing on his lips, as he pulled me closer to his chest cheerfully." Ow well, until Mammon is done fighting with Levi, I will take care of you properly, but maybe I should tell Lucifer about you?"

I panicked at the mention of Lucifer. Anything was better than staying around that peculiar guy in awkward silence, and there was one way to do that. I allowed a deep purr to rumble inside of me, as pressed myself closer, curling my tail around his wrist. This demon seemed to be curious about furry, whiskered animals such as myself, and if he had a cat's curiosity about my race. I just have to shower him with attention, until I run into Simeon or Luke. It might not be a solid plan, but walking in my human form around the campus without Luke , would be no different than walking straight into a battlefield with no weapon, which seemed pretty ironic in my situation, given the thought that I was stuck under a table with a demon hiding his wraith for a certain person. I snapped out of my thoughts upon noticing the pink-haired demon glaring at me. "I don't know about you Satan, but a cat that ruins my dazzling looks is no worse than Mammon!" he yelled over the chaos in the room, while pointing an accusing finger at me.

Luckily for me, the words did not seem to faze Satan at all, since all his attention was focused on scratching the back of my fuzzy, brown ears, as I purred at the comfortable treatment. Astonishingly receiving such comfy attention from a demon was. . . Something I never expect to pass by on my first day in RAD(Royal Academy Of Diavolo).

. . .Because the situation included more than just the title 'demon'

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History had a hidden story . . . A hidden prophecy . . . To be revealed once again.

Which I just happened not to be aware of.