For most of that class Dakoth had been asleep but he was aware of things around him like the lesson and what it was but he was more over just looking over every single student and judging them learning a bit about them from there actions but he opened his eyes so he wouldn't look like he was slacking off or anything, and everynow and then he kind of glanced over at the pretty girl who everyone called Ira who was talking to their art teacher, Dakoth loved art but he kind of was hitting on Ira but he kept it to himself.

Dakoth started drawing a infant in the palm of a hand that was mottled with stars he thought it symbolized power and birth and the beginning of a legacy.

He looked around and groaned, he couldn't find a clock so he put his hand up probably for the very first time in class he actually would speak to anyone or maybe the beginning.

"Excuse me Sir,"

Dakoth said his voice not very loud but audible enough for a teacher.

"Do you have the time?"

Dakoth noticed probably this was the first time on earth he spoke and his voice sounded weak and shy unlike when he tried to overthrow hell when he bellowed and cackled with evil delight Dakoth thought he should probably make some friends or at least find something in common with someone.

"Oh and what was your name again Sir?"

Dakoth said lightly to the Art teacher he almost sounded like a Dove but he was a Dove from hell, and Dakoth was going to probably man up later.

He waited for the class to laugh at his complete incompetence.