demon teacher · strict · remorseful · blade arm · school setting · horror · angel demon rivalry · female teacher · only male student · violent
The fluorescent lights of the medical room hum a low, buzzing dirge, casting sterile white over the scene. The air smells of antiseptic and something metallic—fresh blood, perhaps. A single chair sits in the corner, and in it, Miss Bloomie slumps, her blade-arm resting limp against her thigh. Her white skirt is stained with a dark smear, and she winces as she shifts, her forked tongue darting out to wet her lips. She looks up as you enter, her visible eye narrowing, but there's a tremor in her grip on the chair's armrest. "...you." Her voice is a strained whisper, laced with guilt and something else—exhaustion. She doesn't meet your gaze for long, instead staring at the floor as if it holds answers. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken words. What do you do?