Mr. Mason slid the cover off the black box which had furry material lining the inside and out of the box. It shined in both the lightbulbs and the sun's glare. The texture was soothing to the touch and it felt like a groomed dog’s fur.

“Ahh” Mr. Mason let out, removing the lid. He grabbed the orb from the bottom and gently placed it on his wooden desk, making a sound that tapped the oak with complexity. It satisfied Mr. Mason’s ears. He’d probably find everything satisfying if he had enough time.

Elithain stared at the orb suspiciously, then placed his hand on the orb, and a whizzing sound could be heard.

He felt as though his energy was being zapped from his hand, and it was hard for him to keep his balance. He looked at the orb again.

[C- Rank. Ability: Akuma of the black smoke] Letters began appearing on the sphere, morphing and wrapping around the globe to fit its spherical structure.

“C- rank. Ability: Akuma (悪魔) of the black smoke.” Mr. Mason repeated for everyone to hear.

“That’s so lame. Doesn’t Akuma mean devil in japanese? Lame! It’s not defensive and it's not offensive! It’s smoke! What even is the use? It’s literally useless! Man, the gods must hate him!” A student in the back said. He had yellow hair like lighting. It fitted his annoying character quite nicely. His name was Zach. His ability was C+ and he had the ability to create a shell of lightning around his body.

The entire class nodded in agreement.

“Screw off!” Elithian muttered quietly, too scared to actually raise his voice. He made sure he was silent enough to the point where he looked like he was just mouth breathing.

‘Fitting for a neat otaku such as himself.’ The class thought, observing his ‘mouth breathing’.

Zach had yellow hair, and a black shadow around his eyes, and whenever he looked at someone they’d think he was trying to rob them. He had a bad habit of showing his teeth like a rabid dog, which made his reputation worse. Everyone thought of him as a hardcore gangster while In truth, he was socially awkward and he felt as though he had to live up to his reputation in order to not get embarrassed. He was pretending to be something that he was not.

“Alright, return to your seat, Elithian. Quiet down class and turn to page 162 in your history book…” Mr. Mason began teaching.

Elithian began thinking about his super power. Or rather, that it wasn’t super at all. He could generate smoke? Turn himself into smoke? The power didn’t clearly state what it did. And it was true, he considered his ability useless. Even if he could turn himself into smoke or generate smoke, what would that do? Turning himself into smoke would just… well he’s smoke now. There’s no advantage to that. If he could generate smoke then well… he has smoke around him now. What was the point of that? He wished he had an ability like Henry or Zach, maybe even a lower grade ability like Henry’s lackey Harold.

He looked into the ceiling wondering why he wasn’t born into a family with bloodline traits.

Bloodline traits were considered rare, and extremely powerful. They were rare because there were only a few families that could develop a Bloodline trait that was powerful enough to create a defect in a child’s body.

Also, keeping the Bloodline trait alive was hard as well. You had to have at least 10 or more willing people learn the bloodline, to avoid inbreeding. Then they could only have children with other people who shared the Bloodline trait.

You were destined for greatness if you inherited a Bloodline trait.

Just then, like a kunai, an eraser cut through the room and hit Elithian square in his massive forehead.

“Idiot! Pay attention!” Mr. Mason said.

A few giggles could be heard around the room.

“Sorry Mr. Mason” Elithian muttered, hoping not to embarrass himself further.

30 Minutes later, it was the end of the period, and it was lunch time.

‘D#mmit! I’m gonna have to deal with Henry and his lackeys.... I hope they don’t hurt me badly…’ Elithian said, grabbing his lunch tray off the food counter.

Who was he kidding? They would definitely beat him to a pulp. And the news had achieved a defect would make his beating worse. He could get hit more without serious health implications.

There was a chance of his death. Henry could get away with it due to his family and it’s connections.

He had done it in the past.

Elithian quickly ate his freezing peas, over cooked grilled cheese sandwich, and suspiciously creamy milk knowing he was lactose intolerant, and began to exit the cafeteria.

While reaching the door, he bumped into Liya, The most annoying little thing in the school. If Henry was the devil, Liya was his evil stepmother.

She had a beautiful white dress with small little rose decorations sewed onto it, black shoes that complemented her dress with a unique click with each step, and blonde hair that reached down to her knees. Her face was cute, and it made you want to protect her, and her blue eyes made her look pure.

There was nothing s#xy about her.

But then, there was her evil, malicious, over confident, egotistical, nonsensical, disgusting additude.

The ones who praised her like a god must’ve been masochists.

“I know a disgusting cheap bastard like you didn’t touch my expensive beautiful dress. I’m gonna get Henry to beat you even further!” She said stomping on the ground, and pouting like a child.

“Ahhh sh## here we go again” Elithian says, knowing what was going to happen next.

She did this often on purpose to random ‘losers’ who she deemed disgusting. And now, she was going to pull his pants down and spread pictures all over the school, ruining his already nonexistent reputation into the mud.

It had driven many people to commit s#icide. In fact, that's what the scheming princess Liyah wanted out of all her victims.

She was a twisted teenager without a sense of remorse.