The air is cold in the dead of night, still, a green fog filling the air as I expect their kind to be active. Where? Where are they? Near the school? Are they on the grounds!?!

I take out my switchblade, sprinting towards it, the creature of all that I dread.

"Come on not again!" I beg to whoever hears me, "I won't let you hurt them! I won't let you!"

As I see the creature creating the fog, I hear it cry out, a long snake, thirty feet long, six feet in diameter, slinks towards me with such intense speed, that I can feel the wind push me back as it raises its head hissing with its sharp fangs a venom of a lighter green dripping onto it's dark green scales.

I've fought these things before. I'm not afraid of a damn snake!

The snake slams its head into the center of the courtyard, shattering the concrete in the center under the trees with those pink flowers that dance above us. When did I enter anime?

I manage to stab the creature, causing it to wither in pain and reel back, collecting itself before hissing at me.

"I'm not afraid of you! Come at me!"

The serpent hissed and in a side to side motion slithers towards me, as I charge towards it.

"There's a student!" I hear a voice exclaim, "get back kid!"

I turn and to my surprise, see Cathrine charging into battle with a gun. Behind her is an older man with glasses and long hair, wearing a tan suit. A teacher maybe? I dunno! How do they know about these things!?!

Well, she did see the red one didn't she...

She fires several rounds into the creature's scales, causing it to cry out and slither up a tree, hiding in the branches above us.

"Get the fuck out of my way!" I demand.

"How do you know about that thing!?! She demands.

"This is my fight!" I exclaim, "it'll hurt the students!"

"You're going after one with a knife!?!" She demands, "kid this one's dangerous! You don't know what this is!"

"Demon of Reverly," I glare, "A class. A rice serpent. I ain't no fool!"

"Yeah an A class and you bring a knife!" She exclaims as we stand back to back, watching the trees, "do you even have The Gift!?!"

"Do you!?!" I demand, "I've killed a few F class without it!"

"You don't even have The Gift!?!" She demands, as if enraged by my reckless actions, "where did you even learn about these!?!"

"I saw one the day I became worthless," I explain, "found a website on the deep web about them."

"So you found our site?" She asks.

"It wasn't hard," I retort.

"You need to run!" She demands, "Mr. Wensday!"

"Of course," the teacher smirks, snapping his fingers, causing the snake to freeze suddenly, fall, and shatter, becoming melting into a green goop that reeks like weed.

"You can't go out during the Black Sun Dawn!" She exclaims, "not without The Gift!"

"I don't need any fucking magic," I glare, "these are demons. I know they appear at night until dawn, their presence indicated by the sun turning black and this green fog as time freezes for any without The Gift for one hour. This is the Black Sun Dawn correct? Well, I can move! I don't turn into a statue during the Dawn! So I can fucking fight!"

A howling laughter is heard in the distance, as a pair of green, glowing eyes stare at us from the fog

"That's an S class!" Mr. Wensday exclaims, "you gotta go! Run kid!"

I know those eyes. I know that demon.

"No," I begin to laugh, my vision closing in on the target in a tunnel vision effect as I descend into a blind rage, "that thing. This fucker right here is mine!"

"You don't have The Gift!" Catherine exclaims.

I charge into the fog laughing, "it's over foul beast! I know not your name or face! Only that you were there that day!"

A purple, astral hand grabs me pulling me away from my target, extending out from Catherine as I am dragged away, swinging my knife at the demon who laughs, taunting me. Catherine rushes into the dorm, slaming the door shut. The astral hand fades.

"Get your arcane magic off of me!" I exclaim, "let me back out there!"

"None of us can face that thing!" Mr. Wensday holds me back, "not yet. We can't face an S rank demon lord."

"I don't care!" I exclaim trying my hardest to open the door, only to find it locked tight.

I sit down back to the door, exhausted now, as Catherine begins to speak, "you don't have The Gift, or, do you? You can move. Mr. Wensday?"

"I think he should have it," Mr. Wensday explains as, now with the adrenaline leaving me, I begin to finally nod off after two days without sleep, "but we can adress that later. Kid's already asleep..."