<strong>Who:</strong>Aurora Vice<br/><strong>For:</strong>Open, not looking for company<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Single table<br/><strong>When:</strong>Noon, stalking with spiteful intent<br/><hr/><br/>Today she will not betray herself. Even if she wore the most decent dress a demon leader could afford to not ruin a demonesque reputation. And just look at them. Youngsters with boggers up their snouts training to slay demons, to vanquish monsters. Oh, but she will not harm them, not, not a single hair. These were the best mold after all and having monster hunters on your side meant sending fear into the souless heart of the competition.<br/>If only she could keep her spite for those traitors that made up the Academy bottled up long enough to succeed.<br/><br/>It was a miracle actually that she got in as a teacher in the first place. Although in her case 'miracle' always translated into 'skill'. The hardest part was meeting Lady Antebellum and tricking her - which she didn't. After all honesty had always been the perfect lie, as long as you knew when to stop telling the truth and where to insert the lie. In tiny bits.<br/><br/>The barrier itself posed a threat to anyone who had ill intentions towards the students, but it did not say anything about teachers. No, she could dwell in her spite for the filthy traitors day and night without fear of the repercurssions, plotting and scheming how to burn down the Academy after getting what she wants. Overly dramatic indeed, suitable for the drama teacher, after all.<br/><br/>She hadn't been here for long, just a tad over two months. Enough time to realize that maybe this was a losing battle. First of all, most of the seniors were already brainwashed into this whole peace and harmony and rainbows between the races -disgusting- or worse, indoctrinated with the thirst for killing 'evildoers'. You said something against world peace? Here, take a dagger to the heart as present! And don't get them started on who gets the front seats in the bus - a little growl and you might get judged for racism. What happened to the good old days when you got at least a baby as sacrifice once a year just for showing your fangs to the right madman?<br/><br/>Then there were the middle years, either too weak or too confused to make anything out of them - too much work for little results. So it came to the first years.<br/><br/>She crossed her legs, taking another puff from her long cigarette and narrowing her eyes, displeased with the lack of silence. Smoking was forbidden in the cafeteria, but following that rule would be the icing on the cake. It was bad enough they made you carry your own tray to the table - one thing she'll never do after all those centuries of constantly being served. Not to mention this pathetic excuse for a meal they called 'food'. She had to go out every night and feed on the monsters from the forest, which were the lowest on the food scale. But human blood was easy to sense for any of the other teachers. It would not do.<br/><br/>Her dark gaze stopped at the table where most of the ruckus came from. She eyed the young succubus from head to toe – as much as her position allowed – recognising the Dean’s daughter. Bad taste in clothing, that’s one thing she had to say about the young generation. There was a time when no self-respecting demoness needed to show her flesh in order to seduce. Now it was all about boob flashing and skirts so short, you couldn’t tell the difference between it and the belt. Just like human females – speaking of which, they were too many around the campus to begin with. Like that telepath girl.Usually she had nothing to worry about, since her mind – much like other old demons – already developped a natural shield that didn’t allow anything to get in or out unless she wanted to. Best be on the lookout for her though, she had potential. And looked so delicious, it would be a waste not to try anything while she was here.<br/><br/>Ah, and then there was the demon buttler. Yesss, the one she should really watch out for. They haven't been officially introduced yet, not with all the commotion regarding her "transfer" and not finding a suitable classroom (nor the students for that matter) that would make her day, but there was time aplenty. The boys sitting at the table weren't much to look at, at least in the humble opinion of someone constantly surrounded by brutes and giants and demons of the best kind. But they had the potential to become the next Van Helsing and this is what she was here for in the first place, was it not? Especially the one donning an armor. It pleased her to see that chivalry was not dead, at least from a certain point of view. All she needed now was the think what to teach in the next class. None looked like they had a flair for disguise, concealement or the dramatic arts.<br/><br/><br/>