OOC:l<a class="postlink-local" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=20&amp;t=8783">viewtopic.php?f=20&amp;t=8783</a>l<br/><br/>In this world demons do exist. They reside deep in the bowls of the demon realm Gehenna, more commonly known by the humans as Hell. Demons frequently visit the human world, often causing nothing but destruction and chaos. Few people are able to see these creatures, and usually these would be the only humans targeted by the demons. But things are changing. The demons are becoming more dangerous, attacking even those who can't see them. The need for demon hunters is rising, as is the number of people who can see demons. The fate of the entire world has been put into the hands of a group consisting of no more than a few hundred people. How could humanity possibly survive?<br/><br/>------------------<br/><br/>Battler passed under the great arches that lead to the Demon Hunters' Academy. It had three main buildings, one on the right, one on the left, and the biggest one in the middle. There were also supposed to be many underground passages and stuff, but students weren't allowed down there.<br/><br/>The cobbled path leading to the Academy curved to go around a large fountain set directly in front of the main building. Although he'd seen this sight before, it always amazed him. For a moment, he was so absorbed in the sight that he lost focus and one of his arms caught on fire. The red-headed young man suppressed the flames and looked around, embarrassed and hoping no one had noticed.<br/><br/>The second year Hunter made his way into the main building, toward the orientation hall. They had several rows of seats for each year, and<span style="font-style: italic">every</span>year all the students were expected to attend orientation. It seemed a little silly to him, but he was sure they had their reasons.<br/><br/>Battler took a seat in the second year section, at one of the outside seats. Usually when he let his flames out they didn't burn people... or at least that was the case when he was calm and let them slip. If he was angry... sometimes it was a different story. Just in case, he always chose seats with less crowding.<br/><br/>Slowly, students, teachers, and several other respected professional Hunters filed their way in. Soon, orientation would start.<br/><br/>--------------------<br/><br/>Ijemaru looked up at the Academy and sighed.<span style="font-style: italic">Been there done that,</span>he thought, but he still forced himself to go inside. He'd thought he was done with these orientations, but apparently, as an Elite Hunter he was supposed to attend. Probably to help "motivate the students". He'd graduated and come so far for<span style="font-style: italic">him</span>; so<span style="font-style: italic">he</span>could fight demons. He really didn't care about what went on with the new-bees.<br/><br/>The light-haired Demon Hunter made his way up onto the stage facing the rows of students and sat in one of the many chairs lining the back. Soon there would be several other Professional Demon Hunters filling the other chairs, and Ijemaru was willing to bet that at least some of them didn't want to be there.<br/><br/>Oh well. It had to be done. Ijemaru waited patiently for the orientation to en--er, begin.<br/><br/>--------------------<br/><br/>Black Chaos sat reclined on a tree branch. According to what a lower demon had told him, today was when knew Demon Hunters were starting their training. That demon had had to leave quickly, lest it get a rather unpleasant lightning bold in its skull. Black didn't care one bit what the humans were doing; especially not about fledgling hunters who'd faint at the mere sight of a lower demon. For him to be interrupted over something like that was... unacceptable.<br/><br/>Black enjoyed his moments of peace and quiet and could get very annoyed when they were interrupted. The other demons sensed his presence and usually gave him his space. He thanked fate for creating him as a high-demon. It saved him the trouble of dealing with a lot of lower beings... Or perhaps it created the problem in the first place...