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Waking up was always the easiest part of her day. Human life was so mundane, they practically had everything planned out. Slipping out of bed, Hermessent brushed her long ink black hair, till it shined like the sick black blood from a dying hell hound. In the mirror she lined her dagger sharp eyes with khol and pressed the barest hint of red to her full lips. Sultry sharp eyes and beautiful bow shaped lips on the smoothest of pale skin. Giving her own reflection a heart melting wink, she pulled on her uniform. Somehow the modest clothing seemed to hug her womanly figure in a very suggestive way. Perhaps that was why the human men at this school adored her so much.

She was their idol, their queen, their goddess. They adored her. The boys wanted to have her and the girls wanted to be her. It was only natural of course. Their weak human hearts couldn't handle her demonic perfection. And the delight she took from lapping up their desire was indescribable. Being cast out for punishment had never been so fortunate for her.  Giving a haughty flick of her wrist, her dark hair fell behind her in a majestic dark wave of silk. Taking up her bag, she gave her reflection one last wink. Those mundane suckers wouldn't be able to keep their poor eyes off her.

Walking from the girl's housing apartments, Hermessent was approached by two of the human girls that had rooms near her. 

"Hermonia!" they called her human name with such delight and adoration, she couldn't help but grace them with a smile, "Good morning!"

"Good morning," her voice was like a warm caress, and the two girls trembled like happy puppies, "You two are hyper this morning."

"New arrivals!" one of the girls chirped, "And they are boys this time!"

"I heard that you'll be looking after one of them too!" the other girl giggled, "I bet the senior boys are all green with envy!"

"Oooh~ Are you kidding?" the first girl whimpered, "Half the girls are jealous too! What I wouldn't give to be taught by Harmonia!"

"Now, now, little flowers," Harmonia's liquid sweet voice dripped from her red smiling lips, "No need to be jealous. Doesn't it simply mean that you are already so advanced, you won't be needing me any longer?" 

"Never!" they cried together, "We will still get to ask you for help, right?"

"Of course," she tilted her head to the side, "It always makes me so happy when you come to visit. You always brighten up my evening." The two girls blushed and quivered in happiness. Harmonia waved goodbye to them and continued her walk. Foolish humans. They so eagerly ran to their own ruin. At least she never had to worry about doing too many mundane tasks, like cooking or shopping with such hyper little followers doting on her. Smiling contently to herself, her long legs carried her quickly to the campus, throwing a 'hello' here and a 'good morning' there as she saw fit, leaving a path of blushing teens in her wake.

Getting her assigned schedule and tutoring notice, she scanned over the names of the new recruits. With a small smirk to herself, she quickly replaced her tiny evil grin with that of a pleasant smile fit for an idol. Humans only ever saw what they chose to see. And she'd make them all she her for the beautiful creature she knew she was.

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[center][img]http://i774.photobucket.com/albums/yy28/lyusha/saito.png[/img][h1]Drienuhn/Darien[/h1][/center]

Drienuhn closed his eyes. When he opened them he was in a small odd room with white seamless walls. Ugly. That was his first thought. There was hardly any decoration and absolutely no attention to aesthetic taste. Rather, the only true color was an irritating sky blue heap of cloth on the bed. Setting the ivory box down, he pushed it under the bed with his foot. The cloths were far more interesting than anything his mother could try and win him back with. 

The clothes were odd looking. Stripping down, he put them on slowly and with a little difficulty. Tight. They were too fitted. There was no easy way to get out of them and they were snug on his lean body, hugging his muscles like some sort of clingy wine barer. Mirror. He wanted to see just how ridiculous these clothes looked on him. But when his reflection met him, he was surprised. Had he always been this broad in the shoulders? Had he always been so...elegant looking? Standing up straight, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he was every bit as handsome as his brothers. Maybe even more so. His long hair tied over one shoulder, the blue blazer on his figure, he looked good. 

With a small snort, he finally took a look around the rest of his room. A thin and rather plain bed, but at least it wasn't a pile of hay on a dirt floor. A flimsy desk of drawers, unlike any design he had ever seen before, but in their hideous natural shade of skinned wood. Some sort of desk with a large decapitated head on it. The severed head was oddly square, as if it had been flattened, and there were no features to its face, except for one giant eye. The eye took up the entire face too. Peculiar, if a bit disturbing. He dare not touch it, less it be too freshly severed, what with the way it shined in the light like that. 

This room... It was so strange. And with only one door, he could only guess that it was the only exit and entrance. Leaving the room he was surprised to find more door, leading who knew were. At the end of the short hall of doors was a lounge. Only it wasn't any lounge he was used to. Just like his room, it was plain and an ugly shade of white. A giant decapitated head, much like one in his room, was on the left, surrounded by choppy tall cushions he could only guess were  chairs. On his right there was some small and pathetic version of a kitchen. 

Rubbing his forehead, he sighed. Chobach was sitting before the giant severed head, watching strange tales of humans though its gaping eye. Going to his brother, he fit his hands into the pockets of his odd lower clothing. Taelor was behind them in the small mockery of a cooking area. He stood over Chobach till he was sure that his brother at least knew he was there. Often times he moved too quietly and would end up scaring his own brothers, who were not quiet used to his presence, for more often than not Drienuhn spent his time alone.

"Brother..." his slow and deep water voice was strangely clear over the noise of the magic severed head's eye stories, "The symbols on my clothing," he peered down at the name tag on his chest, "what does it say?" It was so prominent on his chest. Perhaps it was a name? His name? The name of someone who owned the clothing? If they were to go about the human school as humans, his parents had said that they would be considered human. So that meant a human name right? Hopefully it had been chosen for him and that was the reason it was on the tag on his clothing. Too many tedious things were happening today. He didn't want to have to put out more energy than was needed just to get through one bloody day.

[@Kiri]