Battle tactics... I thought this school was about peace and what not? He wondered, tapping his hands impatiently on his desk. Mother would kill me if she knew what I was learning here. She always worried about me becoming a threat. A threat to who? He always wondered.
He decided to stay silent this class, and not ask questions or doubts. He listened to their teacher explain about self defence. What a strange subject. And a strange teacher. This was going to be fun.
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Laura studied the faces of her students. Not that many, but they'll have to do for now, she could handle a class of 15 students. "Good morning class. My name is Laura Stevens. But you can all call me Miss Laura. I'd like you all to introduce yourselves, and what powers you know you posses." She said, loud and clear. She looked at a devil, who seemed a bit uncomfortable.
maybe she was nervous, maybe angry.
"You can start" she said, and the class proceeded to introduce themselves and their powers. "Let's start with devils." She said, and looked at her class, they seemed pretty keen on learning. They'd better behave in class. Or this semester might not go as smoothly as she had planned

(sry for posting again so soon, but no one else is really doing anything right now and im bored)

Reaper/???/Demon/Teacher

The class remained deathly silent.

“Welp, your loss,” Reaper thought to themself, shrugging slightly. He considered kicking the desk to retrieve the duster, but thought that would probably be a little too…over-the-top. Besides, they had done that before, with the chalk. He strided over to the desk and grabbed the duster, proceeding to aggressively wipe the previous writing into oblivion.

“Now then,” Said Reaper, turning to the class, “For the first few of these lessons, we will be learning about self-defence. Can’t murder anyone if you’re already dead, am I right?”

They raised their eyebrows at the class. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, apart from the chirping of crickets coming from a couple of the air vents.

Their eyelids became heavy again, and drooped back down to their regular position. Okay, most of the class probably wasn’t listening. Time for something to really grab their attention. They walked over to the desk again, opened and shut several drawers. Reaper put a hand up to their forehead, and exhaled heavily. No guns. No daggers. Not even a knife! How was this school expecting them to teach, if the school didn’t HAVE anything for them to work with, except a half-dozen sharpened 2B pencils? Reaper straightened up, remembering the…incident this morning. Yes, yes. That would probably work. Again, they tested the weight of their pencil in their hand, and threw it.

The pencil whistled above the heads of the centre students, before lodging itself sharp end into the wall, a couple of centimetres deep. Alarmed faces whipped up from their fidgeting, eyes wide in shock. Reaper knew this was their chance. They finally had the attention of the students! They didn’t hesitate to take advantage of this opportunity.

“Lesson number one.” They began, putting up an index finger and looking around at the class. “Anything can be a weapon, as long as you are strong enough to wield it.”

They began to pace slightly. “But strength… it isn’t JUST about physical strength. It’s about agility, stealth, intelligence AND physical strength combined.” They put out their hands, as though it were obvious. “In order to become…” They hesitated for the briefest moment. “Powerful, you must excel in not one, but ALL of these areas. Only THAT is when you can truly succeed.” They clenched a hand into a fist. The class was watching, enthralled. Being dramatic was really paying off, or at least, Reaper hoped it was.

“But let’s leave that for now, and go back, aaaaaaaallll the way back.” Reaper picked up the chalk again. “To just the basics. In order to control a weapon, first you must control yourself. After all, a weapon IS just an extension of your own body.” Reaper put the chalk away, stepped aside to reveal two words, and clasped their hands together.

“Which is why, in this class today, we will be learning about unarmed combat. Any volunteers?”

I raised my eyebrows as someone volunteered. He has an air of confidence. Could I take him in a fight? Probably not. I'd rather not start a war with devils immediately. Besides, it's my first day. There are thirteen other who will probably volunteer. I'll stay quiet this class. I looked around at the other people's faces. Nobody seemed really interested to fight this disturbingly enthusiastic devil. Oh well. Maybe next class.

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What are we supposed to be learning again? Ah yes! History! I usually hate history, why am I so curious about this? I mean- new school new me I guess. Ugh ew that sounds so wrong. I glanced at the other students as the teacher entered. Are we supposed to greet him or something? Everyone is so quiet. Should I lighten the mood? Nah I don't wanna get in trouble. I sighed and started playing with my pencil.

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"Who wants to demonstrate their powers first?" I asked my class "You'll all get a turn of course, but I'd like to see your minimum capabilities. Not too much, we don't want the class on fire. Just small enough for me to know what you can do." I looked at my class. "You still have a lot to learn about controlling your powers. So we'll start with... You! What's your name?" I said, looking at a devil, she was glaring at the angels in the room. Oh dear. A problem... I thought, but smiled anyway.

Reaper/???/Devil/Teacher

Reaper beckoned the volunteer to the front of the class. As he had expected it to be, the volunteer was a devil. Ethan, to be precise. He was still smiling. Reaper raised an eyebrow, a little perplexed.

“Why is HE smiling?” They thought, “He’s about to fight the greatest assassin in both the realms. I should be the one smiling.”

Then they realised they were, by just the smallest amount. It was subtle, but you could tell by the way their eyes were narrowed at the bottom.

“Okay, so the first thing I tend to do when about to fight,” They began, “Is to overanalyze my opponent until they are nothing but a series of information, just a set of strengths, weaknesses, and features.” They narrowed their eyes and muttered, “Also makes it a lot easier to kill someone without re-questioning my mora-” They stopped and shook their head, “No, no, can’t murder any of the students, remember?”

They cleared their throat and began to pace around Ethan. “I can see that you are a devil with the power to summon your spirit animal, or fire. Being a devil means you tend to be stronger than fast. Being able to use both of the main demon powers means you tend to overestimate yourself, and you think you’re better than everyone else. That’s just based on the information I have acquired from my previous vic- targets.”

They again beckoned to Ethan. “Come at me. Let’s see what you know.”

Yuki quickly left the car that dropped her off late to school. Her white horns and halo hidden under her black hoodie along with her wings, making her wings ache. She quickly walk in the school, looking at the school map, she hurried and looked for her dorm room before she headed to first class.

Yuki stressing at her thought cause her guardian animal to appear, she has named her Snow. Snow looked around before senseing that she was in no danger, made herself small and followed Yuki into the dorm room. Yuki gently place her stuff on the bed and giggle as Snow jump up onto her shoulder, purring to calm her nerve.

"At least you never be mad at me" Yuki said to Snow, scratching behind her ears causing the purr to louder for a bit. Yuki look back at her map, noticing she has Mr. Reaper and where it was in the huge school. "I have science, math, anatomy, and battle for my first two hours, you think they make me use you to fight?" She asked Snow lightly, who just meow back in response, laying gently across her shoulder. "Oh well, better run, it almost 10:20" Yuki quickly ran to her class, slightly sad she couldn't get to explore the place. She slowed to a stop in front of the door, nervously trying to figure if she knock or walk in the room. Snow meow again, looking between Yuji and the door. "Do I just walk in Snow" she whisper, she anxiously pulled at her sleaves.

I sighed as the class was quiet. Okay calm down Laura. Be friendly and maybe they'll speak. STOP WORRYING "We're going to learn about the abilities of angels and devils. First you need to be able to identify what abilities they have by looking at them. As I am a hybrid, I know about all the abilities you may posses. Devils with black horns and wings are able to summon fire, shape it as well as weird it in battle. It can be a useful and dangerous tool."
I said, and summoned fire in my hands, just a small flame. Don't overdo it. What? Is that student yawning? Am I boring? Will they all fall asleep? I made the fire a bit brighter and shaped it into a rabbit.
I made the fire rabbit jump up and down and then extinguished it by closing my palm. "See?" I said. "Shaping fire into specific shapes can be difficult, and it takes a lot of training. That's why I'm here, so teach you how to do that." I'm being boring again! They don't need to know this! I levitated a pencil on a students desk.
"Angels have levitation powers. They can levitate anything, whether it's a pencil," I dropped the pencil back on the desk and lifted a book off my desk, "or something heavier. You need to train your powers until you're able to carry something big. Angels use levitation in architectural work and moving objects from city to city. It can be tiring if you do it for too long."
I put the book down. "Everyone take out a pen and paper. I'm going to tell you what will come in your final exams"

This just got interesting. Personally I like Samuel more. I raised my hand. "How do we know who is teaching us?" I asked. How will we know? What if one side dies? Does the other take over forever? What happens to Samuel if Vincent dies? All good questions... I'll look into it later.

I put my hand down and looked expectantly at the teacher, Samuel and Vincent Jones. Maybe this school wasn't that bad after all.