DEVIL'S HIGH

CHAPTER 11

KIARA’S POINT OF VIEW

My schedule and books were already arranged by Azazel, and all I had to do was collect them from the locker. But the task seemed to be too much, considering how all the attention was on me as I made my way through the large corridor. I resisted the urge to run back and hide behind some concrete walls by continuously praying in my mind, and it made me feel a little better. I have managed to make them feel intimidated towards me and I should be careful not to let my guard down if I don’t want yesterday to repeat.

I studied the numbers on the lockers as I passed and stopped in front of mine. I wasn’t shocked to see all the curse words and spray paints splashed over it, as Azazel already warned me about it. Most of the words were unknown to me and I didn’t spend any time learning it.

Snickers and shouts were heard in my background, but I decided to shut them out for now. I don’t usually use my powers in Heaven as there was no need to, but now I think I will have to brush it all up. The council has never asked me not to use them, so I should be alright.

I placed my hand over the metal door and closed my eyes before drawing a small cross on it. Instantly everything vanished, and the locker looked fresh as new, making the spectators gasp in awe. The devils were only taught to destroy things, and they didn’t have the healing powers. So they must be really shocked to see me cleaning their mess effortlessly. Besides, only graduated demons had the ability to do such things and they must be indeed reevaluating my strength now.

“Trying to show off?”

I identified the owner of that voice immediately. She doesn’t back off easily, does she? I twisted my neck to see Keres, if I remember correctly, glaring at me with her red eyes. She was obviously trying to restore her wounded pride, and the only possible way was to make me surrender.

“I thought I made my point clear, Keres.”

I emphasized her name to let her know that I was aware of her identity. She gulped down audibly, and I wondered why she was trying to act bold despite being a coward inside. I took the time to study her skimpy clothes and how much of an artificial face she has.

Rachel has told me about the thing called make-up and how everyone is so obsessed with them in human dimension and underworld, but I never understood why they want to change their natural beauty. Everyone is born beautiful and has their unique features. It is people and demons who classify them as ugly, deformed and other nonsenses.

“Don’t try to play smart with me, b***h. I can crush you right now if I want.”

I smiled at Keres apologetically and took a dried leaf out of her messy hair. She was so self conscious of herself and I pitied her heart that thought her true self was not enough. This girl must have gone through a lot to behave in such a rude way. I never thought I would sympathize for a devil, but here I am. Keres looked taken aback by my gesture and squinted her eyes at me in suspicion.

“What are you doing?”

She asked, but there was no more anger in her voice. Our touch and voice were supposed to heal the others from negative emotions and because Keres wasn’t a dangerous demon, my voice was enough to soothe her. If she had so much negative aura in her, then it might not have worked.

“I am trying to have a proper conversation with you. One where both of us don’t have to hate each other.”

I replied in a calming tone and saw her having a struggle with her inner demons. She wanted to lean on me, but the negative aura wasn’t permitting her.

“You are bewitching me. I won’t fall for your tricks.”

Keres murmured, trying to swat my already withdrawn hands away from her head. Why did I waste my time, anyway? I am not that strong to show them the path of holiness and it is not possible, especially when their soul is bound to the hell.

“If that’s how you feel.”

I bowed at her gently and walked away from her with all the necessary books in my hand. I am here to submit a report and that’s all I should care about.

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The class wasn’t hard to find since it was written in bold letters outside every door. The structure of the building was very intricate and although it was much darker than my school, I liked the stone walls and large ancient windows that gave a unique vibe. I imagined Devil’s High to be extremely modern and colourful, but it was straight opposite and somehow I liked it. I felt like walking through a castle.

The students were busy settling in their seats, and upon my entrance, whispers broke out around me.

“Was she in our class?”

“Should we allow her to enter?”

“I can’t tolerate her stupid innocent face.”

“Why are the guys so attracted to her?”

“I am sure she is just a s**t.”

How can they something so cruel without feeling any guilt? Are these words meaningless to them to use it randomly? I bit my lips and rolled my eyes to stop the tears from falling down and simply headed to the back of the class, where I found an empty pair of seats. Luckily, they didn’t try to trip me or anything because of my earlier demonstration and I think I should be contented with that.

I opened my book and took a random page, but closed it immediately with disgust. It was an illustration of how to burn human limb by limb. Why is it so detailed? Aren’t grotesque figures banned in school?

“Take your seats, children. We are about to begin.”

An old looking woman entered the class with a large cane and banged on her table to grab attention. She didn’t even glance at my way and I realized that even the teachers were against my transfer. They must think of me as an outcast. Students were fast to listen to her, and she reminded me of Mr. Andrew. I never thought I would say this, but I actually miss my nonchalant, gloomy faced teacher.

The tutor didn’t even bother to introduce me to the class, and I was half happy about that. At least I don’t have to talk in front of the others and hear more hurtful comments. Besides, drawing less attention is the only good thing that can happen to me in this world.

“Take page number thirty-five in your textbook and start underlining the points I am about to read.”

She cleared her throat to start, but was interrupted by an arrogant knock on the door. All eyes turned to the entrance, including mine, and I sucked in a sharp breath. Just why?

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SAMAEL’S POINT OF VIEW

“F**k, I have never seen such large wings before. Is that how all angels are?”

Damien asked, still not getting over her introduction. We were sitting inside my car, not able to enter the classes with a straight face.

“I don’t think so. I have seen their history books and their wings are similar in size to ours. Just different colours. But even then, hers was golden and not white.”

Leviathan replied, scratching his dyed red hair. They continued with their suspicions, but I was busy fighting with my own brain. Why did my heart beat raise all of a sudden? Why did her voice affect me so much? I wanted to ask others if they felt the same way, but my ego didn’t allow it. What if they say no and I am the only one affected by her?

“Samael.”

“Samael, what should we do?”

“Samael!”

I blinked twice and turned to see my friends staring at me with wide eyes.

“Which world are you in? How many times did we call you?”

Asmodeus asked, his eyes moving back to his phone.

“I was lost in thoughts. What did you say?”

Damien was the one to reply to me, as Leviathan looked at me with concern. I gestured at him that I was okay and gave my complete attention to Damien.

“Keres’ friend messaged Asmodeus and told him that she confronted that b***h again. Apparently that girl tried to manipulate her mentally and now Keres is crying.”

Manipulate? Exactly! She was using her charm to get into our brains, and that was what happened to me, too. I was a fool to even think that it was something else.

“Where is she?”

I got out of the car and slammed the door shut, my friends following me.

“She is in Sins Class.”

Asmodeus said, irritation etched in his voice. Wasn’t he going to check on Keres? Did something happen between them?

“Well, what are we waiting for?” I zipped up my leather jacket and waited for the others to join.

“But we are not enrolled in that class.”

Leviathan voiced out the obvious and I smirked at him in return.

“And is anyone going to stop us?”

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