Adruin chuckled to himself. [i] Another brigade of Demons and Angels slain by me, for trying to prevent some ridiculous prophecy. That fight couldn't have gone any worse, for them. Hell lost their foremost knight, and Heaven, Raphael, the Archangel. It was all too easy, they call me a monster, but they literally raised me. Did they think that I wouldn't kill them just because they made me into the most powerful being heaven or hell has to offer? Well, my brethren, obviously the answer was no. I wonder if anyone at this school will be more challenging, probably not, but who knows? Either way, this will be interesting, a break from all of this melodramatically, "We won't let you slay God!" or "We won't let you slay Lucifer!" If they could get it through their dense heads, they would realize that if it's and unstoppable prophecy, how could they stop it? God, this is just boring. I haven't even found a girlfriend because of this bull crap. Hopefully, that'll change in here. But who knows? [/i] 
Adruin looked away from the window and took out his karambits, wiping away the bloody residue on them and cleaning them well with an oil rag until they gleamed. He then snapped his fingers and they dissipated. He made sure no one in the carriage could see him, but he let fire and holy energy crackle at his finger tips, it always relaxed him after a battle, especially fun, large scale battles. Adruin head been looking forward to this day for a year, where he wouldn't have to kill his kinsmen, retched as they were. He always felt a slight pang of guilt at such a meaningless slaughter. That would all change thoug, from now on he'd be a highschool student, but he'd never give up fighting.