The Lumiel Academy, Asmodae's most prestigious academy for adults, owns an academy made to give the high quality education to children of daevas, or daevas who have ascended before adulthood to continue their education, called Shadow Orb Academy. Every morning at the dormitories of the Shadow Orb Academy, many children, human or daeva alike, will be running to get to their classes before they get a late slip.

At one certain section of the dormitory, where some students because of their condition, are put into single person dorms. These are usually reserved for the students who have been deemed difficult to handle. Many children like to call this said section the 'skid row'.

In one room in these special dorms, there was a purple skinned, black haired boy who was struggling to get up.

"No...No...stopitstopitstopitstopitstopit...!" The boy cowers in fear, thinking about the nightmare he sees almost everyday. It is about his past, where Elyos soldiers experimented his parents to insanity, while he was isolated, used as a slave which the Elyos could touch or use his body whenever they wished, man or woman alike.

A few minutes later, the boy took a deep sigh as a way to finally get himself to change into his school uniform.

Why. Why do I need to think and see my past every single fucking day...? He thought as he adjusted his blouse, tie before putting on his jacket. I don't even wanna face that time, where those sun blasted assholes did whatever they wished with me and mom and dad. The child took on a face of agony as he thought about the tortures nightmares he faced everyday.

Finally finished, and filling his cube with his academic necessities, and his violin, he stepped out of his dorm, only to be greeted by a familiar disembodied voice.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORNING!"

Swoosh. Poof. The source of the so called disembodied voice appeared. It was his next dorm room classmate and friend, Wells, who is undergoing assassin training by his parents. Immediately, the turquoise haired, crimson eyed boy appeared in front of the purple skinned child.

"WAH! Wells?! Why do you have to do this annoying bullshit every morning?" The kid growled, clenching his fist so hard that he could have pierced his own skin with his claws.

"C'mon Shiratora, you are soooooo cute when you get surprised you know?" Wells chuckled, despite his friend being annoyed at his daily antics of surprising him by using his advanced stealth and letting it go.

Shiratora blushed, then let out a hmph. "Whatever. Just hurry up or else that old man is gonna give us slips again!"

"Stop caling instructor Fenghuang 'old man'" Wells chuckles as they walk down the hallways leading to the classroom areas. "Everyone knows you respect him alot, well, so do I too. And what kind of girl and guy like me would wanna call him an old man?"

As Wells smiled, Shiratora snarled a 'shut up' and blushed even further, trying not to take a single glance at his friend.

~x~

A young looking female teacher, with light pink-purple skin and pink twin tailed ringlets arrived in the classroom. After taking her teacher handbook, music sheets, baton, her viola out of her cube, she adjusted her frilly dress of laces. She sat on the stool behind the conductor's stand, looking over today's agenda, making sure she will not mess up on her schedule.

She glanced over at the cello and double bass stands; they were in their holders, but they weren't in the correct spots they were supposed to be. The quarter sized double bass was placed in the holder for the half sized double basses, it was almost about to tip over. The full sized double bass was placed in the quarter size holders, barely standing properly and was about to tip over too.

Oh sweet Azphel, why do these kids even not take care of their instruments? The woman sighed in utter annoyance. I have notes and announcements from the headmaster, and placing name cards on the stands before class even starts! Oh well, I suppose this is what being a teacher means. I really need to make the punishments for doing this even more stricter now on.

Being a teacher who teaches two subjects wasn't an easy job at all. Haon not only teaches music, but she also teaches alchemy as well. On her early days, she often misread the schedule, and has arrived to her classes late. On some other days, her cello and double bass students may leave their instruments in disarray, making her clean up after them and get late to her alchemy classes.

After double checking her agenda for today, arranging the seats in orchestra position and placing name cards, she got ready to put the instruments back in proper place.

All right. Now this annoying job! She approached the big stringed instruments as she rolled her sleeves of her blouse.

She carefully, and precisely, placed the cellos back in their original positions, matching their sizes from quarter to full size. Now, the cellos were back in their sizes. This time, it was the double basses. Haon, being rather short in stature, often has hard time adjusting the full sizes back into their positions, so she brought her stool to the double basses. She placed the double bases. One by one. Gently. Until.

Tip.

Oh Azphel...! She scrowls as she saw the double basses tip over each other, like a domino. She could not move out of shock, she couldn't really stop the tipping instruments either.

Until.

A familiar man, her best friend, and rival from her days as an archon sorcerer instructor came to her classroom, to check on one of her students.

"Watch out!" She screamed as the double bass was about to land on the man's head.

Fortunately, he was able to dodge the double basses. Fortunately, the floor was a carpet, so the scrolls of the double basses would have less impact on them.

The two teachers sighed in relief. Haon clenched her fist and took a deep breath in frustration at the disaster which just happened.