Perses... God of destruction. Delilah ran her fingers through her dark hair, muttering inaudible phrases as she placed her head on the desk. Destruction huh? That explained her many fits of rage... What a package deal.

She let out a frustrated grunt before raising her head slightly to stare at all of the students, they looked shocked, conflicted, some were even happy. But Delilah always felt the same, frustrated. She rose from her seat when they were dismissed and left to go to her next class, which of course always included the majority of the main characters.