The short pale skinned figure approached the steps of the school designated for those of his kind. Misfits and weirdos from a different land, creatures of horror and fairy tales all coming together to form one giant conglomerate of strange. It was also the only place he could 'fit in' and not need to worry if some day he did rampage. It wasn't easy being him, he was naturally weak when it came to fighting, and he was never good at controlling his powers...yet if the day would ever come he knew only this school was good enough to stop him. If necessary...end his life for good.<br/><br/>Short black hair ruffled as a breeze came over him, the only son of lord Satan prepared himself for school. He was a disappointment to his father, having accepted the morally good and human side of himself has made him weak, unable to gain his full potential for he wasn't a 'true' demon.<br/><br/>Upon making his way through the double doors he readjusted the strap on his bag, his teeth baring down on the lower right corner of his pink lip. It was normal for him to feel nervous...but never before had he quite experienced this mixture of temperate emotion and euphoria all at once. Bright blue eyes peered at the near empty hall before him, students most likely having ventured off on their own to dorms and meet with friends or something of the like. Leaving Azazel alone once more. His fingers fiddled around with the keychain that had been mailed to him, his dorm was far down the hall and it seemed the only logical place for him to hide out. Taking a moment to take in the cool air conditioned gas around him before moving to the dorm hall.