I opened the rest of Grandpas gifts after everyone had left, and in the comfort of my room. Among the gifts were school supplies, books to read, and weekend dress. One of which I was wearing now, simpler, but it felt too much to lounge in. The best one out of the remanding was a phone. I was able to add the two numbers in, with Iruma Grandpa and Operas numbers already listed.

One cool feature was when two numbers accepted the link, you would gain a profile picture. Grandpa made me pose like I was battling with my violin again and dressed in my school uniform for my profile picture. It made him so happy I could not refuse him. He was great. I was not used to the friendliness.

I was from a cold family and life. A smile was always fake. The only happiness I had was my child, born of a one nightstand. I took the mishaps as a way to break the cold cycle. My little one knew no cold mom; I was there for him through everything. He was almost five now. Almost halfway through kindergarten because of homeschooling. Who would take care of that now?

There was a knock on the door. "Come in." I called.

"Lady Violetta, I won't be able to help you today. I will be out with Sullivan most of the day."

"That's fine."

"There is food in the fridge made for you. Do your best."

I waved bye. This was the second day in a row, and I was getting nowhere. I did better when Opera was reading next to me while I trained. I had Kalego and Shichiro but was it appropriate to ask now? He said off school hours and it was the weekend. It was a long shot, but maybe I could make it a group chat and ask.

Why did I have this much anxiety about asking for help? I never initially asked, but they conversed to find a way to help me. Told me to contact them. Deep breath, it is merely a text message. You need the help you have a whole day that may be wasted. Do it for Eli.

'Opera and Grandpa will we out of the house all day. Was wondering if I could get a little help?' I sent the text. My soul was leaving my body slowly as I waited. Seconds felt like minutes.

Shichiro shot back first. 'I can be there later this evening. Last minute training with students.'

Kalego shot back a few minutes later. 'Do not worry Balam. I will be there soon; have the subject you wish to study ready.'

My heart skipped; they really meant it. I carried all my textbooks to the classroom closer to the front door. I dropped the books down and went through the tabs and bookmarks. Diabotany was done, I pushed it to the side. Familiars was halfway through while training last week. This would be a good start.

The doorbell rang, he arrived faster than expected. I ran to the door. I know we live close to the school, but how close did he live to us? Iruma was at the door, and I could hear the irritated voice of Kalego. A bat camera was following me.

"She might be sleeping; she spends all day in her room if she is not training."

I put my hands on his shoulders. "I may spend all day in there, but I am not sleeping. I get left alone while in my room. Iruma, are you not supposed to be with your mentor right now? Something about clothes and weapon stuff."

"Right, I was just about to go. See you later." He left waving and running out the door.

"I apologize, I meant to answer before him. You may follow me." I closed the door behind him.

"No need. He opened the door as I had pushed the doorbell."

The little bat camera circled me. "Ignore that thing, Grandpa is worried about me being here alone." The camera lens narrowed on Kalego; the thing flapped away down the hall.

"Must not be as worried since I am here."

In the study room I held out the book. "I was ready, interacting with Familiars. This is where Opera had left off." I cracked the book.

"So, you are reading them in order with no lesson plan?"

"Yes, well kind of. Opera would give stories like a conversation. He told me of his encounter with plants during the harvest festival and later when you and Shichiro worked together. Shichiro identified the high-level grabs, and you were the iron fist."

"Stories, I might be able to do that. Did you know I can't have a familiar because of my bloodline ability, Cerberion. I can summon a three headed demon beast, but I can also control him one head at a time."

"That's a cool bloodline gift." I sat at the long rectangular table.

He sat a crossed from me, looking over the book. "My family has been known for their loyal guarding capability. As the second child, I was fated to be the guard of Babyls."

"But, what about you free will of choice?"

"It is an honor. We pledge our lives to protect our students above all, from the dreadful enemies that aim for the treasure. Remember that as you become a student at a teacher status." He snapped his fingers handing me a book, a teacher's guide book.

I teared. "That was beautiful. I mean it. Where I am from shooting within schools kill many innocent children. It seems like here they protect children like treasure here. I like that."

"That is sad, this human realm seems worse the more you talk of it."

"Yeah, not the greatest. That is why Eli is homeschooled." I fucked up. They can't know I have family; demons eat humans.

"Eli, your brother?"

"Yeah, uh, the lesson, Kalego?"

"Right, when you join school, you won't be able to play a violin during class, you will need some kind of silent activity. Are you into all arts?"

I pulled out a piece of paper. "I can draw, I used to do that when I listened to audiobooks." I did a lot more than that. All different types of painting, to the nitty gritty of messy charcoal. Many styles because I liked variety. "Be sure to ask me questions periodically."

Kalego was the perfect teacher for Babyls. He was willing to help me, an adult and former human, to become a better person. It was harder to read him than Opera. His face was the same for everything. His annoyance was displayed the most on his face.

Other than that, there was no smile. No ears to potentially give away his mood. No ticks or otherwise body movements. He could be a pokerfaced businessperson. What was he thinking as he helped me? Did he think I was annoying or difficult? Did he think me stupid or insignificant and was he doing this to be in favor of Sullivan?

Before I knew it, I was drawing his face as he sat with the book in hand. He read off information, making comments and giving his own experience with familiars. How he oversaw familiar summing because of his bloodline ability that kept them in check.

His ability stemmed from a world level beast named Cerberus. The first pact was with Naberius Somya who lived over a thousand years ago. This gave demons the ability to gain familiar's, to help them in war. Mine was one that was not standing down to him, I might leave out he is a world level beast.

I set my pencil down. "So, you're telling me, that my familiar, trumps your bloodline gift?" I smirked.

"In a sense, yes, but you must also gain control over him if you use him to protect you. I wonder if it has something to do with your soul being human. Just because you switched bodies, does not mean that the soul changes. Pick up your pencil and continue listening, I am moving to history."

This world was full of many types of beings, vampires, werewolves, pixies and more. The main race was demon, and they were in control of everything because of Derkila and his power. Demons, being the dominant and most powerful race, destroyed many within the path of dominance.

When Derkila vanished the other races and high-level demons collaborated to make a cease fire on each other before all was lost. A few bloodline packs were made to help teeter the demon balance. Giving light to the saying every soul matters. They lived in harmony with the others since Derkila's disappearance.

This was a reason for the demon king throne being empty. While they were looking to fill it, it was not a necessary position anymore as they all had a council to determine a better future for all who live in the nether world. There was more as to the rumor of the human realm.

Humans could control magic at will, and some had a natural affinity for it because of the soul. Thousands of years ago it was said that humans were cut off from coming to the netherworld and us from them. Demons ate humans, but humans had good defenses, and could kill in the masses if strong enough.

The demon king before Derkila wiped all knowledge from humans of magic, he made a barrier and forbade anyone from going to the human world. It was no longer taught in schools because most forgot. Only in the oldest texts could this be found. Again, some thought it a story book, not legit history. Kalego had always wondered and now he had his proof of human existence.

I knew Sullivan had gone to the human realm, meaning he was old enough to remember the time they had the barrier down. He was the oldest, most powerful demon in the whole netherworld. He used to serve Derkila. It must be known among the greats of the realm. Kalego still did not know about Iruma, or Sullivans actions.

Later at night, Kalego took me outside to view the night sky. He pointed to constellations and referenced them in the Astrology book. How the planets were and how everything seemed to revolve around the sun. I told him more of the human side of things, how they compared. He listened, face blank. Opera and Lord Sullivan came home, and he left as fast as he could.

Sullivans appearance changes to a jumping egg shape. "How was my most precious granddaughters' day. How was studying? Kalego wasn't too hard on you, was he?"

"It went well, I learned lots. He is a good teacher, he has the upmost diligence in teaching. Even if he looks mad or annoyed nine times out of ten."

My stomach growled. I had been so invested; I had forgotten to eat. Come to think of it, I did see Kalego eat twice, I was drawing as I relayed back in answering his pop quiz questions. I think he even asked if I was hungry at some point, but I replied 'no' to him. I was so focused on learning.

"I think it is time for a snack and then some bedtime." I went to the kitchen Opera following me.

Opera opened the fridge. "You did not eat anything I prepared you." His ears lowed to a half down stance.

"So, look, I kind of forgot too." I shrugged. "I get into something, and all other things go out the door like they do not exist."

His ears flattened. "I will kill him. He must know to stop you and force you to eat something. I did."

"Opera do not be so hasty. I will eat a bunch right now to make up for it. Then an even bigger breakfast." His ears raised some. "I will be going to the harvest festival and watching from the teachers lounge." His ears flattened.

I opened the food bowls. "So, I will need a lunch made as well." They perked back up to the half point. "I will set a reminder on my phone to eat something." His ears were almost perked up.

"I suppose. I will be calling you, and Lord Sullivan will know about this." That little snake.

The next morning, I dressed in the robes proved to me by Sullivan. Opera doing my hair to look neat and out of my face half up and half down. I ate a big breakfast as promised and took a lunch with me as I followed Iruma to the school. He met up with his friends and I felt like the third wheel behind him standing to the side as they hyped each other up.

"Good morning." I jumped at the sudden cheerful voice behind me. Turning around, Shichiro waved. "Do not worry it is just me." He rubbed my head.

"You merely caught me off guard." I pushed his hand off.

He smiled with his eyes. "Come this way, the teacher's tent is over here. Refer to me as Balam from now on."

Inside a few teachers were conversing and getting set up for the day. A camera floated above two teachers who explained the harvest festival. They will have six thousand, six hundred and sixty six minutes to complete the trial. Ruffly four and a half days to gather as many ingredients as they could. The winner gets the title king of the festival.

The students readied and were released into the wild. All the while, Balam helped me with Pharmacology. He had cute little books with pictures and explanations. I had no trouble with these, asking questions as needed. Another teacher chimed in, Marbas March, talking about torture.

It made me a little uneasy as a human soul, but humans can be just as cruel. We did things they did themselves. He had a long and bloody history. It was so hard to hold back comparing things to not give myself away. Balam sat next to me, watching me closely. I was to not let the cat out of the bag to the existence of the human realm. I followed the lead of what Kalego suggested and drew while he spoke.

"I know torture is not everyone's favorite subject, but you should be listening."

I looked up, unamused. "I am." I rambled off everything he said. "This is how I focus; I apologize if it offends you." A hand rested on my shoulder, and I looked up, Kalego. My mind was at ease, he made it.

"She is not lying; this is the quite technic I suggested." March flinched, lips pulling back eyes wide. "She learned all of Diabotany while training for Executioner's Cannonball." He looked down on me, nose crinkled. "Do not apologize for being a little different, because it seems to be working well. Carry on." Kalego walked over the large screens watching the students.

March side glanced toward Kalego, visible sweat on his brow. "I had no idea he was helping you too."

"Yeah, he came over yesterday while Opera, Sullivan and Iruma were out. I had no one to help me. I finished the Interacting with Familiars book and started astrology. You did not know, yet you proceeded to tell me everything, and ask questions. You did good for not knowing." I held up a six, six, six, hand gesture.

"Gee, thanks. You have the same demeanor as him, but you compliment more."

"Same, demeanor?" I narrowed my eyes. "Keep talking torture, I may have a use for it later." I picked up my pencil as he stuttered his words. "Clearly speak, you sound like a broken music track." He could not stop himself, and I was becoming more annoyed.

"Move, if you cannot speak then I will." March moved, and Kalego sat.

He handed me a glass of hell grade tea. "Thank you." My watch sounded. "Fiddle sticks." My phone rang, and I answered. "Yes, Opera."

"Are you eating?"

"How can I if you call me as soon as the alarm goes off, give me a chance for crying out loud." I hung up on him. "I have to eat something."

Kalego raised an eyebrow. "You forget to eat?"

I sighed, looking around, most were out of earshot. "I did yesterday. It is not your fault, but I was distracted. Well, very focused." I took out a sandwich, Kalego got a call next.

He sighed, hanging up. He took a picture of me eating. "Do you do this often?"

"Well… If I am not forced to… yes."

He shook his head, pinching his nose, and took a deep breath. "Let us continue then."

He went on and on about torture. The usages, and how to determine the best type for myself and for the one I do it to. Most of the teachers had moved out to bring in forfeit students before the night fell. Iruma was eating all his points with another classmate.

"The water drip method, I am all for the slow and psychologically painful approach."

He smirked. "Are you sure you were not meant to be born here. I do have to go, it is close to nightfall. Head home and get some sleep."

"I will finish up here and get going."

"Professor Kalego, it is time." He stood, stretching slightly before leaving.

I saw the food table and to my surprise they had a nice assortment of fruits and other simple ingredient food.

"You can have some, Violetta." I looked down on a shorter teacher. "My name is Suzy." She had blonde hair with a pink flower crown in her hair. A green uniform like the others, I was glad to not be the only different one here.

"Viola is fine and thank you." I picked up some fruit I knew well and took a bite.

"It is nice to meet you. You study exceptionally hard. It is a trait Kalego favors in a student, I can see why he took over. Professor March can get a little nervus at times, especially with Kalego around."

"Why?"

"Kalego is the strongest teacher and the protector of the school. His familiar bloodline alone outranks all other familiars. I must get back and start announcing how the students are doing, feel free to eat as much as you want." She walked away and played show host with Dali.

I filled a plate and ate what I could. I picked up one of the books, reviewing things I had heard from Kalego and the others. If he was tutoring me this much without making a fuss then maybe he saw me as a good student, even with my flaws and short comings to understand what I read.

I let Opera know I was eating again and not to worry about me over text. Sending a picture of my plate as well as me eating it. Belly full, my eyes felt heavy, there was no way I could fly home like this. I laid down on a couch, turned away from the commotion and shut my eyes.