Dantalion was confused. Not once since he had arrived in the human realm had a mortal seen his true face and not been horrified. He wasn't sure which part mystified him more to be honest. When him and Sytry first came here centuries ago they had come just as they were not knowing that it would be an issue. Sytry wasn't so bad. Being a fallen angel, his features and mannerisms made him more likable than not but for Dantalion, it was an issue. A huge one. Of course, when the humans shouted in fear calling him a 'monster' and a 'demon' they weren't wrong but that type of attention wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to be low key and fit in.
He twirls the plastic spork around, the faculty lunch in front of him cold and forgotten. He needed to talk to Sytry. He had a Lot more contact with the boys than Dantalion, a lot more physical contact too. He didn't begrudge the fallen angel his choice of night time activities, he just wished Sytry didn't feel the need to recount every steamy detail the next day making Dantalion feel even more miserable at his current celibate lifestyle.
Dantalion was running from his problems and it had worked wonders the last few centuries. After loosing his closest friend Baphomet in the last Hell turf war he had no interest in resuming the political strife in Hell nor did he wish to feel that anguish again.
It took him and Sytry some time to make their way to the University scene. After countless jobs and weird experiences, they both concluded they needed something stable that would give them purpose while quenching their curiosity of the human race in this modern age. Dantalion, being Nephilim, had an idea of what being human once was but that was so long ago he could barely remember the feeling.
No one at the University knew who they really were except the headmaster Kevin Cecil, aka Uriel from Heaven. He had his own reasons for being in this realm but he was also our safe card so Heaven didn't interfere and we could continue teaching for decades without anyone being the wiser of our agelessness. Dantalion still wasn't sure how Uriel kept up their image but he left it alone. It was working and he was grateful.
"Well hello there." A sultry voice whispers in his ear making him jump. He really needed to pay attention to his surroundings.
"Sytry, your voice in my ear makes me want to vomit." Dantalion growls as the offender sits across from him looking smug.
"Usually you sense my approach. Got something steamy on your mind today? Finally going to the fun side and taking advantage of the cute innocent flock we have here?" Sytry leans closer with every question his ocean blue eyes sparkling and no doubt thinking of things even Dantalion wouldn't think to do to their students.
"And I'm the demon here." He mutters stabbing some cold potato hash with the spork.
"Tsk tsk Dantalion. I'm a demon too. My lineage is just better than yours frankly." He flips his hair back before opening the bag of cookies and going to town on them. Honestly, who can stomach that much sweets and not get fat?
Dantalion ignores his last comment and eats faster, realizing he had zoned out for most of the lunch period. Their lineage was an old issue. It used to be the cause of all their arguments but they had been living here for so long together it didn't matter anymore.
The blonde comes to mind suddenly and Dantalion looks at Sytry. "Have you had one of your boys see your true form?" Sytry looks at him confused.
"Well, my true form isn't that different from my illusion. Sure, I make my hair look more modern and take out the angelic markers but even if a boy saw them I don't think it would look out of place." He had a point. Dantalion was the one with the features that people feared and associated with evil and monsters.
"I caught a boy today from falling and he looked like he was under a spell for a few seconds before asking how my ears could be so pointy." Admittedly, Dantalion had stood frozen for a few seconds as well. The boy was gorgeous with unflawed pale skin, light blonde hair and striking green eyes. The total opposite of himself.
"Interesting. Was it just the contact?"
"Yeah. Once I let go he looked extremely confused like he had imagined it." And scanned Dantalions body and face at least 5 times before coming to that conclusion. Dantalion grins slightly at that memory. He was used to being the center of attention. He had made himself a role model for the physically active crowd at school and enjoyed playing with them during class. Most weekends he was out on the field playing with the various sports teams, assisting their coaches with techniques and drills. Needless to say, their school was undefeated in most college level sports across the country. However, the blondes attention was different and Dantalion wasn't sure why yet.
The bell rings and Dantalion stands up to leave. Sytry follows him in thought. "Should we ask Uriel? It could be an issue if it continues."
Dantalion humms in thought, "let's hold off for now. It could've been a fluke. I'd rather not involve his lot if we can help it." Sytry nods agreement and waves as he walks down the hall to his next class. Sytry taught a range of subjects but his favorite was Anthropology. Unsurprisingly, they had a spike in Anthropology majors the last few years since he started teaching.
Like Sytry, Dantalion taught a variety of classes though Phys Ed was his favorite. The university encouraged the faculty to expand their knowledge and try new things but no one excelled at that like him and Sytry, though they had centuries longer to learn the material.
He walks into his Biology class and his eyes go directly to the blonde in the front row. Well shit. The blonde is engrossed in a stack of papers and doesn't seem to notice him. Are those scholarship papers? Is he getting a head start on the next year? Seems a little weird to be doing that right now.
Dantalion also notices the empty seats surrounding the blonde, William was it? He knew there was a hierarchy among the students. It was inevitable when so many wealthy families kids came together but he'd never seen this level of disassociation.
"Professor! Are you coming to my game this Saturday?"
"No way he said he would come to my game!" Dantalion turns his attention to the group of boys blocking him from his podium.
"Mycroft, Amon, Mamon, I said I would go to your games and I will. Unless…you are calling me a liar?" His voice drops and his grin turns a little sinister. He may be posing as a human but causing trouble was still in his veins. The boys sputter and shake their heads wildly.
"No Sir!" They babble together and Dantalion laughs, his composure relaxing immediately. He loved having this effect on humans. They were so easy to read and manipulate.
"Great so can I start my class?" They scramble out of his way and find their seats, not making a peep for the rest of the period.
He always tries to make his lectures interesting and sometimes entertaining but his mind was in a constant battle once he noticed Williams gaze on him. He was paying attention true but Dantalion felt it was more than that. Even though William had claimed to imagining his features he still seemed unsure. Most people would've wrote it off instantly not wanting to think of something that made them even remotely uncomfortable or confused. William seemed different.
The class ended without a fuss and William left without saying a word. Dantalion let it go. He was in the human realm to relax. He didn't want to worry over 'maybes' and 'what ifs'.
Next period was his free period and he intended to do a little snooping. Sure, he wasn't going to worry about William on the level of him seeing his demonic features, however, he was still a student and a student who is filling out scholarships at the beginning of a school year raises red flags for a professor. He couldn't let that go.
Dantalions' office was small and cluttered but he liked it that way. Books lined the wall across from his desk from floor to ceiling with stacks scattered about the floor. Sports team pictures decorated his desk and wall behind his desk making him feel relaxed and nostalgic every time he looked at them.
Bringing up the student roster, Dantalion scrolls to the 'T's' and finds Williams file. He was top student at his high school. Highest grades in every class except seminary. Interesting. Is he not religious? More scrolling and his tuition section pops up with a note from the Headmaster: Family is going through extreme hardships. William was accepted in as a courtesy to his old family lineage. William will pay tuition by end of first semester for the year or be removed from school.
Dantalion sighs and leans back in his chair. With such high marks it's surprising that William didn't get a full ride off the bat. Was there something pertaining to his families 'extreme hardships' that prevented him from getting that money? It was worth investigating.
He was just getting ready for his last class when he heard a timid knock on the office door. "Come in." He calls while closing down the student files.
The door opens slowly and Isaac Morton stands in the doorway with a bored looking William behind him. "Isaac, what do you need? I'm about to go to my last class." Dantalion straightens with class materials in hand.
Isaac fidgets, a red blush creeping up his freckled cheeks. "Umm well uh…" William coughs and that seems to urge Isaac to whatever he needed to say.
"Professor Huber, my family is in the tea business and I heard you enjoy Earl Grey so here is some from my family." He says it so fast Dantalion barely understands him but then a small pouch of herbs is thrust in front of him.
"Bribing me Morton? I didn't think you were the type." Dantalion laughs at the scandalized look on the red heads face.
"No Sir! I—it's not like that!" He looks over his shoulder for the briefest moment and him and William share a look. William's eyes turn impatient and Isaac turns back around in a rush.
Dantalion sighs and reaches for the bag. He did like Earl Grey and he wasn't about to let a Morton classic go unbrewed. Isaac puts his fist with the pouch in Dantalions hand looking up in the process before letting go.
A look of disappointment is obvious on his face and he turns to share another look with William whose face is a blank slate.
Was that a test? Dantalion clears his throat and Isaac backs out of the office letting him pass. "Thank you for the tea Morton. Don't be late for your next class though."
He knows he should've gave a greeting to William but the boy had a cold aura around him and Dantalion wasn't sure if he had caused it or not. Best keep as much distance as possible. Yes, that will yield the best outcome.