Iruma groaned, he didn't mind walking honestly, but to think that he doesn't have his wings (Which means his pet, the so-called demon bird) it took awhile for the students to get used to the bird's gigantic appearence, by awhile, he meant never. But now, without it, his legs feels wobbly. Perhaps he should've exercised more.

He tilted his head upwards, looking at the roams of demons flying above him like ants. He swallowed, remembering the time where he first saw the creatures, singing horrendous song about humans. He shivered at the memory.

Neverthless, he entered the school's gate, not missing a chance to glance slightly at a friend he was fond too, The head of the student council. They both spare their stares, and the woman nodded her head in approval, though her movements showed suspiciousness to him.

That one specific time, where she asked him jokingly. But sadly, he answered truthfully which causes a panic and alarming historical screams from the girl's lips. He managed to calm her down, with the help of his grandpa. Several events after, they become good friends, agreeing on keeping it between the people who knows. Iruma thanked God that it wasn't her dad who found out.

Or else, he'd be six feet under now from the wrath of an angry father.

Iruma looked around, scanning the wallpaper and the whole room, not missing a single detail about it.

'Oh well, I'll have another chance being amazed at the structure, for now— attending the school's ceremony is much more important.' He mused at himself, to be able to be so amazed, even more than when he first entered the royal room.

He arrived at the enormous room, reaching for the small empty seat between horrifying-faced demons, grinning as they sniffed the air eagerly, strange at the odd delicious smell. Iruma gulped, he maintain his aura, but one thing for sure he's absolutely weirded about.

'Why didn't Grandpa poured me with that perfume of his?' He gawked inside, afraid. There couldn't be anything that he might've slip-up that may reach the conclusion of him pretending behind a facade?

Well, maybe that's for later. It is a question he indeed want someone to answer though,

Not just maintainning his aura, he feels like the same shield stood there around his body, still and motionless, as if it hadn't been thrown into a parallel universe. This thin shield, a cloak to be precise, was given by Dumbledoor— Jk, it was given by his grandpa, as well. His reason of it was given due to the lack of durability Iruma once had as a third year. This is a good thing,

'Keeping a thing from my world is pretty useful.' He remarked to himself, grinning creepily inside.

"Hellow fellow students! I am one of the professor that would entertain you in this particular welcoming ceremony!" The guy grinned, amaze and excitement glinted passed his eyes. His toothy grin flashes against the room.

"Ara, aren't we excited? Let's be patience. No need to rush, as school would start soon." The man smirked wider at the horror-depressed expresions given by the students at his brutally honest facts.

"I would like to thank—

And his mentioning of high-table people continues, slight groan and puff from Iruma's lips passed. He wished this would be done sooner.

"And before we start the grand opening, let us sing the school's special song!" He rosed his hand up, putting it on his left chest after, putting the mic down, preparing himself as he signed the musicalist to start the music.

'Jesus.'

"ladies and gentlemen, the song started, the holliest of song that has beaten holy water itself.

the pauses paused for a slight second letting all the demons inhaled their breath to continue the school's anthem.

One thing that came into Iruma's mind was, 'Chill, bruh.'

The fact that they smiled eagerly, as if a kid who has eaten their first favorite food makes it more thrilling in a bad and worse way.

as far as Iruma knows, the only one with red mouth is Asmodeus in the demon world. (Don't think dirty, he didn't know it like that.)

the last lyric sang itself louder than before, echoing inside the stadium. Iruma sigh, thanking himself for standing in both feet after hearing the song.

"Alright, a word from the principal!"

Oh no. No. No. No. sweet baby me no. Please no.

"hello everyone~ I'll cut it short and simple. Welcome to our school~! And did you know, I have a grandson?! Here's the picture!" Sullivan's finger pointed at the large photo poster rolled down the wall, the face of Iruma nervously smiling.

'Grandpa~!' Iruma face-palmed mentally, he chuckled awkwardly as questioned surround him and glances give him the weirded out look.

"He's cute, right? RIGHT?! RIGHT! ADMIT IT IT! He's my precious little itsy bitsy bunny whiny little child that I love so much—

His speech was cut short, A teacher, surprisingly came, disturbing his speech about his grandpa. Whispering stuff that even Iruma couldn't hear, it's possibly about telling him to stop. Sullivan seemed to be at rage inside, but the fists clenching maintaining himself and he sigh happily, clasping his hands together. He yelled a simple bye and waved the students off.

"Ehem, right, the beginning of the school's official priding speech would be delivered by the school's scholar student! Asmodeus—

Another teacher came, interrupting him, as they whispers something. Oh my God, this must've been the part where Iruma would be called out. This is a bunch of whiskers piled up together into one random stuff that you aren't supposed to mixed up together. Power-puff girls.

"Alright! The speech will be canceled— not by Asmodeus-kun I mean. It would be by a special senior, Ami Kirio!" The claps went silent, confused by who the name was, it was strangely uncomfortable to mention, and it's not even near familiar. A new student?

Iruma, whom shocked to death sit silent in his place, stunned at the words. It's not him?! What does this mean? He thought history is repeating itself! What is this?

Fuck, the voice comes back into his head, he had been watching too many Harry Potter movies to not think the voice is Voldemort. What kind of mad-man joke is this? How is he supposed to understand an unfamiliar memory? Would the story-line be different too?

"It was specially requested by Lord Baal himself!"

Didn't Sullivan supposed to request it? Where is he? Is this not the kind grandpa he met at the life before?!