DEATℍS TℍIℝST #2

Sinov entered the classroom, his red eyes scanning the rows of desks. The air was thick with the scent of sulfur and ancient parchment, a strange mixture of power and decay.

"Hey, is anyone sitting beside you?" Sinov asked the boy he bumped into earlier, the one with the cold stare and a smirk that hinted at hidden secrets.

"Yeah, so go find somewhere else to sit," the boy replied, not bothering to look up from the book in his hand.

"Too bad for them," Sinov said with a nonchalant shrug, sliding into the seat beside the boy.

"Oh, I haven't gotten your name yet," Sinov turned, his gaze focused on the boy, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

"Does 'Xinvex' ring any bell?" the boy asked, his lips curling into a smirk.

"Is it supposed to?" Sinov asked, tilting his head back slightly, feigning innocence.

"You know what? It's fine," Xinvex replied, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

"Is he pretending not to know?" Xinvex thought to himself, his eyes narrowed. "Or is this kitty unaware?"

"I've told you mine, what's yours?" Xinvex asked, leaning forward.

"Sinov!" Sinov replied, a bright smile spreading across his face.

"Sinov, stop talking and turn around," the professor's voice boomed through the classroom, a deep, gravelly sound that echoed like distant thunder.

"Alright," Sinov said, turning back to face the front of the classroom.

The professor began to drone on about the history of demons and their origins, his voice a monotone that seemed to lull most of the students into a state of semi-consciousness. The bell rang, signaling the end of class.

"Class is over now, get out of my face," the professor said, his eyes lingering on Sinov for a moment longer than necessary. He quickly exited the classroom, leaving a trail of dark shadows in his wake.

"Are you going to sleep through break?" Xinvex asked, leaning toward Sinov's desk, his gaze piercing.

"No... I still need you to tour me around this place," Sinov said, slowly tilting awake.

"Get up, we're not supposed to be in class," Xinvex told Sinov, standing up and scratching his head.

"So impatient..." Sinov murmured, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"Stop whining and follow me," Xinvex said, walking out of the classroom.

"How do energetic people even exist?" Sinov thought to himself, his eyes drooping with exhaustion. "I've barely put on this persona for half a day, and I'm already exhausted."

Xinvex led Sinov through the labyrinthine halls of Bloodmoon Academy, pointing out the various classrooms, the library, and the training grounds.

"Do you like watermelons? Apples? Bananas?" Sinov asked, a barrage of questions pouring out of him.

"You're an Eclipsar, you can't even eat any of these, why are you asking me?" Xinvex turned to face Sinov, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"I'm curious about what human food tastes like," Sinov mumbled, his gaze downcast.

"Humans are too scared to talk to me, and Nighthaunts see me as dinner," Sinov explained, his voice tinged with sadness.

"How come you're such a talkative demon?" Xinvex asked, pinning Sinov against a locker. "You're getting on my nerves."

"I was just trying to befriend you," Sinov flinched, his eyes wide with fear.

"I'm not here to make friends," Xinvex said, his voice cold and unyielding.

"I don't want to get eaten yet," Sinov said, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"I'm surprised you haven't been eaten yet, considering what a weakling you are," Xinvex said, releasing Sinov from his grasp.

"Watch your back, most Nighthaunts can't control their desires to eat Eclipsars," Xinvex said, turning to walk away, leaving Sinov alone with his racing thoughts.

"Tsk... I didn't know Xinvex would be so stupid," Sinov said with a grin, his red eyes glinting with mischief. "Does he really think I'm some random demon?"

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