Adruin looked at the sign up papers. He wasn't taking any classes, so he could do as many as he wanted. Sword play, martial art, light magic, and dark magic, those would be his core for summoning demons, and killing them. He'd become more powerful with the more he'd kip, until he could take on and kill his father, but he didn't know how long that'd be. He'd do it though, even if it took a thousand millennia, and Raphael would lie de-winged and dead. It was the ultimate dishonor for an Angel to be de-winged. It would be like losing their grace, and majesty. He would learn holy incantations and kill more demons than he'd ever imagined, or at least, he hoped.