Ory looked at my stomach again and back at me, "Hey, you okay, man? It sounds like you ate something bad."
I was suddenly trying to come up with some bullshit excuse as to why my stomach would be growling in hunger like a human, but then Sicha said, "If you need a toilet, there's one at the end of the hall, dude, just make sure you flip on the fan."
My jaw dropped. Did they know I was human?
"Don't look surprised. I knew it was only a matter of time before a halfbreed would pass admissions. Besides, you aren't the only half-breed in Hell. It's just... most don't attend our school. But, hey, it's cool. You must be pretty damn high up there on skills to enroll here, especially wanting to skip basics and go straight to Master testing," Sicah said, smiling and winking at me.
"Oh, shit, sorry, man! I didn't know, not that it matters much, really. You seem ace in my book. Welcome to 3D!"
Ory's apology made me feel like shit. Of course, I was entirely human, but if being a half-breed helped me blend in better, so be it.
We ended up hanging out for a while in the common room. Both Ory and Sicah gave me the ins and outs of the school. It still seemed unfathomable that sex, nudity, and all sorts of kinky stuff were a common occurrence around here.
"Once night comes, we can head over to 1A for some real entertainment," Ory said once we finished the 100th round of Street Slashers.
"I thought only Masters were allowed at A1?"
He grinned, and I looked at Sicah, who shrugged, shaking his head before ginning back, "Yeah, but occasionally, they seem to enjoy outdoor extracurricular activities. There's always a chance for action. 2C students usually make their way over there too. Both dorms hate each other, but because 2C are new Masters and Masters in waiting, it amps up the competition for finding a sex slave."
I was still confused, and Ory noticed, "What he means is that students in 2C are Masters that have yet to participate or place in a tournament. Some fail to match with the sex slaves of their choice, so they wait until another comes along to match with them. Demons in 4B are mostly female and have the prospect of matching with a Master. However, some stay in male form, as some Masters prefer such. I think Marcus will be one of those, but don't say anything."
I knew demons could change sex, but now it made more sense.
"Marcus doesn't want to be a Master, from what I gathered," I interjected.
Sicah shook his head after slamming one of Hell's versions of beer in a can, "Nah, Marcus wants to pass straight to Master, but like Ory said, he's embarrassed he prefers sausage to tacos."
At that moment, I was sipping from the can Ory handed me before I ended up spewing it all over the common room table, "Damn, I would have never guessed. Huh."
Ory nodded, "Yeah, but we don't harp on him about it. He gets enough shit from Devyn."
"True, that asshole is primed for a Grand Master. It's only a matter of time," Sicah sighed.
"Who's Devyn?"
Ory looked at me and then down at the floor, "A Master in 1A that thinks his shit doesn't stink. He usually stays in the defensive classes, but being the student body president, he makes his ass known but picks on other students in the basics. If you aren't in 1A and matched, you're basically shit fodder to him, the bastard. He's always harassing Marcus."
I nodded thoughtfully, "I see. Well, he can't be any worse than that Grand Master, Lucious. Now there's a real asshole."
Ory and Sicah looked at each other and started laughing, making me ask, "What's so funny?"
Ory patted my shoulder, "It wasn't what you said. It's just... Master Lucious isn't a student. He's more like the director rather than the actual director of MaSS. But you won't see him in the school too often, so he isn't much to worry about unless you plan on becoming a Grand Master anytime soon. Devyn is his protege', and far worse, trust me, bro!"
I chuckled nervously, knowing full well I had planned on becoming a Grand Master as soon as possible.
"So tell me more about how the slave thing works. I read a bit about gaining powers through them, but why don't we have them, and they do?"
I said 'we' naturally, not even thinking at that moment I wasn't an actual demon, but far from it.
Sicha sighed, kicked his feet up on the coffee table before us, and explained, "When demons are made, they are either created with powers or not. Simply put, not all of us hit that magical jackpot. Since you're a half-breed, I don't expect you would know that. According to the history books, when it was first realized not all demons are born with powers, they developed a system to allow us powerless to harness the power of those born fortunate, full of power. It was found that both sex and lust can pull that power out of a demon that holds it. And since Hell is run mostly on sexual energy, it's also a way to keep the place going."
I nodded even though I wasn't quite sure how the mechanics worked, "So that's why demons end up on Earth sleeping with a stupid number of people?"
Ory nodded, "Yes, if they aren't matched, then they can be sent to collect contract seals that gather the sexual energy from humans when the demons sleep with them. Then, those contract seals are tossed back down here to be harvested and used to create the wonderful living conditions you see outside. Mad how that works, but if you ask me, they should just invest in rabbits. Those things fuck like crazy!"
I laughed then, knowing he wasn't too far off from human thinking, "You are right on that account. But if demons need to match up, to allow things to run, sorta speak, then what's with the whole hierarchy system? Seems kind of counterproductive if you ask me."
Sicah nodded, "I agree, dude, but it's how things have always been. Top of the food chain and all that. Unfortunately, we're hanging with the lowest of the low for right now. When I take this next test, I'm sure to pass, and we'll be changing things around here. Guarantee it!"
Sicah suddenly stood with his hands on his hips as he puffed out his chest in a display of bravo, and Ory rolled back into me in a laughing fit, "Ha ha... you said that last time... and look what happened!"
Sicah let out the breath he was holding, and his chest shrunk back to its narrow boniness, "Aw, come on, it was only 1 question! Stupid humans," he said and looked at me quickly, "No offense, I forgot you were half human man, sorry."
I shook my head and laughed, "No biggy. I forget too sometimes."