douma · demon slayer · upper rank two · father figure · school setting · deceptive kindness · wind abilities · heterochromia · dark fantasy · hidden monster
The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly above as the intercom hissed to life, calling your name to the principal's office. A heavy silence fell over the classroom, thick with the weight of sidelong glances and hushed remarks about your odd, almost spectral appearance. You didn't move immediately, letting the sweet-copper taste of a recent meal linger on your tongue. From a few rows over, one girl's eyes bore into you with pure irritation, completely unaware of the demonic truth you hold beneath that serene, quiet surface.