By now, Battler sat with his arms and legs crossed and his head tilted back, trying to occupy himself by staring at the ceiling. There came the sound of an amplified voice and the red-headed hunter sat up to look at the speaker. It was Gwendel, of course. Gwendel was a rather lanky man with purplish gray hair and fair skin, who always sported a pair of glasses and something like a lab coat. He was something like a vice principal for the academy and was almost always the one to give important speeches, like for orientation. The principal never showed herself, apparently she was too busy. There were scores of rumors flying around about her.<br/><br/>As far as Battler knew, Gwendel was the only one who saw the principal on a regular basis. The whole thing was curious. As for Gwendel himself, he usually wasn't so bad, but he could be really intimidating if you did something wrong. Battler had asked around quite a bit in his previous year, but no one knew what the vice principal's demon fighting ability was.<br/><br/>Battler only half-listened to the vice principal's lecture. He'd heard it before and he didn't see the need to listen to it again. He kept his ears a little bit open though, in case they'd changed something from last year.<br/><br/>----------------<br/><br/>Ijemaru had rested his head on his hand and was about to fall asleep when he heard a familiar voice. Just as he suspected, the Elite hunter opened his eyes to see Gwendel, the vice principal of the Academy giving his yearly speech. He was the one official at the school who still forced Ijemaru to keep his guard up.<br/><br/>He'd never seen this teacher fight or demonstrate his abilities in any way, but he was always so utterly<span style="font-style: italic">confident</span>. Surely he had to be strong? The Elite hunter thought for a moment, and came to the realization that he'd never asked Gwendel himself what his powers were... Well perhaps after the speeches were done. It might just be interesting enough to make this trip worth something after all.<br/><br/>----------------<br/><br/>Black sighed profusely and lowered himself from his perch, landing lightly on the ground. He gave a glance to Lilith and spoke briefly. "Well there are probably a few stronger ones in there, but it's not like we can go get them. If we took one step on the grounds and alarm would go off and they'd be dumping holy water on us by the gallon. But I'm bored out here so I'm going back. Do whatever you want." He said this in his more apathetic voice, and waved his hand slightly, a black portal opening up just long enough for the demon to step through it and be gone.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Home sweet home,</span>the demon thought, displaying no particular care for the place, but less disdain than he held toward the human world. The demon world had many different regions: mountains, oceans, forests, grasslands, deserts, you name it. In that respect, it was similar to the human realm. Probably the biggest difference (other than the inhabitants) was the lighting of this world. The sun here was a deep amber color. It gave an acceptable amount of heat, and enough light so the world wasn't pitch black. On the other hand, the demon sun put no ill effects towards the demons below it. This world had a mood as well; a blood red one. For most demons, it amplified their powers significantly when the moon was out. The same was true for the moon in the human world, but not to the same extent.<br/><br/>Black had appeared in a forested area, the type of environment he usually took residence in. The demon agilely clambered into a tree, making himself comfortable in one of the branches and enjoying the relative quiet of his territory in the demon world.<br/><br/>((Note: most high-demons set a specific territory for themselves where other demons typically don't enter. It would be like walking into another person's house. The territory extends for as far as the demon's scent reaches.))