[centre][h2]Skeixura / Sky[/h2][/centre]

Groaning, Skeixura gently raised his hand to block his eyes from the cursed light that filtered in through the blinds of his room. Earth was truly a wretched place where even the great fire in the sky, which they named the Sun for some odd reason, could burn your skin and annoy your eyes. Whoever deemed it to be a good idea was clearly a fool.

Sitting up and peeking around, he inspected his room. The first major problem was the bed, of course - it was a single bed. Single beds were utterly useless in his opinion; after all, how could you possibly be so rude as to ask three different females to share that small space? Pitiful! The meagre state of his bedding was perfectly mirrored by the poor quality room he had been gifted. It was the size of a broom closet with a simple wardrobe and some weird devices which Skei didn't recognise. It would definitely take some getting used to, this life that he had been cursed with.

Rising onto his feet, he stretched, his refined muscles rippling as he admired himself in the mirror. He was the personification of male sexuality so of course he was an easy sight upon the eyes. Once he was significantly satisfied with staring at himself in the mirror, he turned towards the odd contraptions that littered his desk. The first that caught his attention was an odd box with buttons on it, numbered from zero to nine. On the side, another part was attached by some sort of cord making Skei think it to be some sort of weapon. [color=red]"This will indeed be useful..."[/color] He murmured, hoping that it was his father who had gifted him with such a weapon. It was no secret to the Demon Prince that his father loved him the most so it only seemed obvious for him to supply him with a means to kill off his competition.

It was only when he lifted this weapon that he was proven painfully wrong. The part that was attached by the cord seemed to hiss with an annoying buzzing noise. It didn't sound like a blade blessed with hellfire - it sounded much more like some of the demons that inhabited the darker caves of the underworld. Maybe this was the one that his father had dispatched to spy on him. Frowning, he raised the part to his ear so he could listen better. It indeed sounded like a foul demon.

[color=red]"Listen for I will not repeat myself, evildoer! I warn you now, leave this place and never return lest I smite you down and curse the land upon which you crawl so that the spawn of your spawn and all who follow after them may never walk your lands again! Heed my words!"[/color]

In his anger, Skei yanked at the cable, pulling it out and suddenly causing the buzzing noise to disappear. Satisfied that he had indeed sent away the spy that was sent to watch him, the young Demon Prince smiled to himself and let the room to meet his brothers in the main living area.

[color=red]"Brothers! I have already rooted out a demon father sent to haunt us! I recommend you find the contraption that looks like a weapon in your room and throw a few foul threats at it! If the bastard knows what's good for him, he'll leave!"[/color]

[centre][h2]Acacia Blackwell[/h2][/centre]

A knock at her door dragged Acacia from the light, nightmare-prone sleep she had been cursed with for the past week since she heard of her new duties. Acacia was a proud girl and she believed in her own abilities but when even an ounce of pressure was placed on her shoulders, she regularly was incapable of dealing with it. The duties she had been tasked with sounded like hell. Not only would she have to teach a bunch of baboons in the hopes that they got something into their thick skulls but she would also have to contend with the other four girls that had been selected for the trip. Namely Hermonia, whom she despised.

Of course, she had heard all the rumours about the boys. Apparently, they were the sons of some rich fellow and they had gotten themselves in some serious trouble with allegations of rape and drugs. They were then sent to the military academy in hopes that it would straighten them up. Although it sounded outlandish, it made perfect sense and it completely terrified Acacia. Another thing about the red-head was that she had her own little bubble. Her world existed in that bubble and she was comfy with. All the other students also existed in that bubble and she was ok with that as well. Acacia never wandered from her bubble and that was good. But then there had to be some people who just came and popped her bubble and she was beginning to feel like these boys were some serious bubble-poppers, not to mention the others things they probably enjoyed popping - barbarians, the lot of them.

Planting her face in her pillow, she groaned loudly before sliding onto her feet and stretching out. Five foot, three inches and not an inch above it. She was satisfied with her height because it never regularly got in the way plus it made people undermine her capabilities. Acacia was frail, small and almost pale white so people never really valued just how much bite she had under those red locks of hers. That was their downfall.

Standing in front of her mirror, she frowned at herself, casually running a hairbrush through her wild tangles before giving up - they were nigh on impossible to tame. Casting her eyes over to her uniform, she frowned against. Pink was an awful colour in her books (mainly because it just didn't go with her hair) so she disliked the prissy little thing but unfortunately, she had no choice in the matter. A few minutes later, after stripping down, she was dressed and ready to go.

I think it would be best to mention now that Acacia was a Blackwell, an influential family of British nobility that had migrated to America and found massive success. She was proud to be part of such a family but being the future matriarch just caused a knot in her stomach every time she thought of it.

Acacia simply carried a bag slung over her back as she walked out towards the bus. A member of staff had been ordered to carry her bags which she felt ok with - it allowed her time to think and more importantly, strengthen her resolve.

[color=gold]"You are a Blackwell."[/color] She told herself in a whisper, frowning at the ground. [color=gold]"Some pompous, private schoolboys can do nothing to you."[/color] The servant gave her an odd look but stayed silent until they finally reached the bus. Once her bags were safely placed on the vehicle, he gave her a hopeful smile.

"Good luck, Miss! I'm sure you'll do wonderful! I will inform your father that you send your regards." Giving him a grateful nod, Acacia looked around the others on the bus before sliding down into her seat and withdrawing her iPod from her bag. Briefly, she wondered why she had been selected in the first place before she remembered that she was practically a star pupil at the school. Namely in literature, which she had won awards in.

Either way, she didn't like the sound of these boys but it was her duty to represent her school and try ram some information into them.