<i>~Two months ago~<br/>
Syn Relic had been tailing this group of Hunters for about a week now.  Five of them in total.  Each one just as twisted as the next playing high and mighty with those they caught.  The one's that they killed, they allowed them to beg for mercy before killing them and those that they intimidated and coerced, they did so while humiliating them as well.  Age, gender, race, none of it mattered to them.  If they weren't human they were trash.  Well, Syn agreed with them on that thought process, only for him it was, if they were Hunters, they were dead.  No if, and's or but's.  Three males and two females had signed their death warrants the moment they took the title of Hunter.  They'd received false information from a lesser demon that Syn had spoken to earlier that week.  There was supposed to be a few demons seeking refuge in the warehouse when in all actuality, it was Syn and three of his mimics.  When the Hunters approached him as he sat with his back to them he felt the cold firm slap of a blade on his shoulder.  Keeping his head straight he listened to the Hunter drone on about how his kind weren't welcomed here and how a little fairy had informed them about him.<br/>
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Within moments Syn angled his head a bit as the lights in the room began to flicker and the three mimics with him faded into the shadows from where they'd been created.  The doors all shut in unison as Shadow hounds guarded the doors and Syn sighed.<br/>
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"Strange.  That little imp you spoke to seems to have lied to you.  How about that?  I wonder who he would fear more than you?"<br/>
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With that said Syn's body sank into the shadow of the Hunter who was behind him and he vanished from sight.  His voice coming from all around them as he used his shadows to cast his voice from every available shadow in that large empty room.<br/>
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"Did you know that the older a demon is, the stronger they are?  If you happen to meet a demon who has no horns, no wings and seems to be a human...that means they've been around and have evolved in power?  I'm assuming you also know that Shadow demons have the ability to absorb other stronger demons and take their power for their own?"<br/>
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As he said this, one of the hunters, the older male Hunter, dropped through a shadow portal in the floor and a fountain of blood and the sound of bones crushing was heard.<br/>
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"And humans...specifically Hunters."<br/>
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The massacre that happened there involved Syn slaughtering the four remaining Hunters, despite their plea's for mercy and cries for help.  The male who'd held a sword to his neck had been strung up in the middle of the building by his ankles and gutted, left hanging there like a deer who'd been gutted and was left to drain.  The only thing that remained of the four other Hunters were the pools of blood that they'd left after being absorbed into a shadow portal.  Syn was one of the few Elite class demons who fought back against the Hunters, trading violence for violence.  The Hunter society even had a warning to their Hunters that if they spotted him, they were to call for back up and not engage him till back up arrived.  <br/>
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However, the deities of Lancaster Academy apparently weren't happy with his popularity, which was why they'd sent several god's to 'ask' him to come to Lancaster.  Funny how them asking involved chains and being man handled into the portal.  Then his little come to Jesus chat he had with a rather high and mighty goddess who he put in her place real fast.  Funny thing about those gods and goddess's.  After so long of living in peace, they'd gotten rather rusty, while he'd been honing his skills for hundreds of years.<br/>
</i><br/>~Present Day~<br/><br/>Sighing heavily<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2Ff0%2F62%2Fe3%2Ff062e30da20a25d647b2726b5d450ced.jpg&amp;hash=ff3a96ee855b7bc1ca352b5646667871" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f0/62/e3/f062e30da20a25d647b2726b5d450ced.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Syn</a>just sent the newest batch of high and mighty kids to their dorms with some new bruises and wounds that would take a while to heal.  One female in particular who thought that because she was a member of the Lumos house, she'd be able to best a Shadow demon.  Had she been his same age and skill level then sure, she may have had a fighting chance.  Syn had used her inflated ego against her and gave her a taste of complete and utter darkness.  Trapping her in a void and letting her feel the cold emptiness till her classmates around her could hear her screams of panic coming from the void.  Reaching into the inner breast pocket of his silk crimson red vest he pulled out a black cigarette and lit it.  The glowing red cherry on the tip flared which lit the shadows around his face, showing off a pair of eerie black iris's and crimson red pupils.  Letting the smoke roll out of his mouth he just stepped over the female as she was curled in the fetal position and had some of her classmates carry her back to her dorm.<br/><br/>Given the very real Hunter threat and the lack of combat instructors, that's what Syn's new job was.  He was to train the students how to fight and how to survive.  So far in his month in a half as a combat instructor, the school's medical wing had seen more students in that short month than it had in the last two centuries.  It was pretty hard to hurt these students after all and illness wasn't something that they had to worry about.  Propping his right boot against a tree, and placing his hands in his black tailored trouser pockets, Syn sighed as the cigarette hung out of the corner of his mouth while the most recent class retreated from the sparring grounds.  A large ring of loose dirt surrounded by stone pillars was his classroom.  No desks, no chairs, no studying.  Hand to hand combat and learning through trail and error...lots of errors.  Lifting his eyes to the courtyard he spotted a few new faces, the uniforms telling him that they were indeed first year students, fresh meat to the grinder here as a lot of the students thought themselves higher than those around them.<br/><br/>Noble born or being aware of their gifts since birth, even some of the angels and demons had gotten a bit egotistical, but that was all about to change with his class.  None of the students were accustomed to combat classes and those who had already run through his class once,  they were learning that dirt didn't taste very good when you get a mouthful of it.