As he headed towards the classroom, Father Alexander Anderson pondered his mission. Iscariot surely would not have sent him against children. Perhaps there was more to the mission than met the eye. As the school's newest theology instructor, he would keep an eye out for any suspicious activity. He could feel the fear of the children as he entered the room. He managed a smile, and proceeded to a desk that sat at the front of the class. A cat-woman gleefully introduced herself to him as Ms. Nekonome, and introduced him to the class. As she left, he felt the cold stares of many vampires, as well as other creatures. He attempted to reduce the tension.

"As many o' ye already knoo, Ah'm Father Alexander Anderson. Ah'm not here tae stick ye like a pig. Ah'm here to teach ye aboot religion, that ye may better understand the human cultures." he stated.

A girl, about fourteen, with red hair and pig tails, stood up and said, "And so the school brings the most intolerant religion here to teach us, recruiting someone who regularly kills our kind?"

"Ah only kill the ones that go crazy an' start hurtin' people. An' as far as religion goes, Catholicism has advanced wit' the times, young lass. No more inquisitions. Ye want intolerance, go tae the Muslims. They'll kill ye just as fast as they'd look at ye." Anderson snapped, and the girl sat down, pouting yet quiet. The rest of the class was hushed, staring at him, waiting for his next move. He turned to the board, and began a lecture on the origins of Christianity. While writing out the genealogy of Jesus Christ, he heard one student claim that his father was the cause the cause of the virgin birth. With a flick of his wrist, a bayonet was embedded up to its handle in the students desk.

"Ye will nae blaspheme the guid Laird, ye great daft lad."

The rest of the class, he taught without further interruptions.