???:
"Himamos Phosmou, after his befallment, stood tall, adorned with very long, sharp, dark grey hair, gray skin, and piercing red eyes with scleras darker than the void itself."
"Once a Divine Guardian of the Heavens and the protector of Quasarra, was so breathtakingly beautiful that even the High-Goddess herself was struck by his angelic allure. Named Himamos, signifying "Land Protector," and Phosmou, meaning "Rising Light."
"Despite his responsibility to safeguard humanity, the Goddess, upon creating mankind, informed the angels that humans were superior, declaring them as the true offspring of divine beings who must be protected and guided. Sparking Himamos' fury. This revelation led him down a path to rival the High-Goddess."
"Gathering like-minded angels, Himamos waged war against the Divines and their army. The lieutenant Omar Phosmou, in a fierce battle, Omar took hold of the Heavenly Piercer, struck it through the heart of Himamos, taking the power that made him an angel, and banishing him to the underworld."
"But before as he fell from the skies, Himamos severed the connection between the heavens and mankind, ensuring that the divines could no longer touch Quasarra. His followers, cursed and tormented, remained unrepentant."
"And through the descent of the Light, the ascension of the Dark was brought forth. The fallen angel, once known as the Flame of Heavens, now—"
"The Demon King."
The classroom was quiet, interrupted only by the snoring of Kaimana.
The professor let out a sigh.
As the snoring began to grow louder, the professor sends a small pebble from her fingertips, striking Kaimana in the forehead and awakening her. The classroom bursts into laughter as Kaimana holds her forehead and looks around, confused.
Professor ???:
"Miss Kuro, I would like for you to not sleep through your classes, again. This is the sixth time I've told you this."
Kaimana Kuro:
*Yawn & groans*
"I'm sorry Ms, I just had a little bit of a rough sleep..."
She was a bit short, slender, with messy amber hair in a bun. Her pearl-white eyes had faint dark spots beneath, conveying a weary and dreamy look.
Sato Ren(INT):
"How much sleep does she need? With the amount of rest she's had, it's crazy how she's still the same like yesterday."
He stood at an average height, slim, pure white hair subtly highlighted with light red tones. Bangs framed his face, and his light red eyes had pupils just a shade darker than the irises.
Sato Ren(INT):
"The moment we went to our dorms, she immediately passed out infront of her room."
"I can't believe we had to carry her to her damn bed!"
Kaimana Kuro:
"Don't worry Ms, I'll make sure to not fall-"
Kaimana's head suddenly and unexpectedly slumped and slammed onto her desk, and she immediately fell into a deep sleep. It was as if she had perished right there, from the lack of a gradual build-up to her falling asleep.
Everyone in the class, except for Mujin, Haneul, Wu, and the Professor, was visibly stunned, some even almost falling off their chairs in surprise. Haeun poked Kaimanas head with a ruler, to which made her groan and slap the ruler away while asleep.
Yan Shi:
"..."
Watching, Shi sat silently on his desk with his head rested on his arms. Shi was a slim, average-height young man with messy black hair, pale skin, and bright, tired red eyes, giving off a vibe of quietness.
Hei'an Wu rested his head on his fist as he looked out the window in irritance, letting out an exhale of annoyance. Wu was moderately tall, lean yet muscular young man with curly orange/ginger hair, sharp pale pink eyes, a nearly constant scowl, and ordinary glasses.
Hei'an Wu(INT):
"Tch, why did I get placed in here with these..."
"Animals."
Mujin Daeho(INT):
"Where the hell am I? In a circus?"
"Because all I see are clowns."
Mujin and Hei'an, seated at their desks in separate spots, accidentally lock eyes with each other and commence a mutual inspection. After a moment of scrutiny, both roll their eyes, scoff, and then look away, with condescending smirks etched on their faces.
Mujin Daeho & Hei'an Wu(INT):
"Ginger / Degenerate."
Amidst the chatter, Haneul seemed to be in his own mental world, preoccupied with other thoughts rather than the present.
Haneul Yoon(INT):
"I wonder why Mujin sat outside yesterday night, he seemed abit lonely out there."
"I wondered to myself that maybe I should've went out at the balcony to have a talk with him."
"But, maybe he preferred to think by himself..."
Suddenly, nearly 20 minutes have passed, and the bells rung, announcing lunch break.
Haneul Yoon(INT):
"Ehh?"
"Oh damn it! I wasn't paying attention! Stupid me!"
Cut to the large bustling hallways of the academy(3 minutes later).
Strolling through the crowded hallway, Mujin, hands deep in his pockets, looked irritated. Although he was bothered that Haneul was walking alongside him, he did not outwardly display his feelings.
Mujin Daeho(INT):
"Tch... why is this kid following me?"
"Can't you hangout with someone else? I shouldn't have talked to this brat when I first arrived here–"
Haneul Yoon:
"Hey, uhh. I'm sorry I haven't told you this yet, but do you prefer being called your surname or first?"
Mujin Daeho:
"U– uhh... my first name?"
Haneul Yoon:
"Daeho... Daeho... do you mind if I call you Daesu?"
Mujin Daeho:
"What the hell are you–"
"..."
The realization had hit him, and he came to a stop, placing a hand on his face before letting out a long, weary sigh.
Mujin Daeho(INT):
"I forgot those Asians prefer using last names before their first, or whatever... Sh##."
Haneul Yoon:
"Hey, uh, are you alright?"
Mujin Daeho:
"Yeah, just had a long night."
"Oh, and yeah... you can call me Daesu."
"Or whatever..."
Haneul Yoon:
"Alright! Daesu!"
Mujin Daeho(INT):
*Sigh*
"I hate kids..."
Cut to the large dining hall(2 minutes later).
In the large and vibrant dining hall, decorated with traditional East Asian Korean architectural style, students filled every available space, ranging in year levels from 1st to 5th years, gathered on separate, large lap tables. Each enjoyed the food that had been graciously placed before them on their respective platters, some small, some large.
Haneul took a bite of a leg from some flying creature, using chopsticks to scoop up various vegetables covered in a red delicious-looking sauce and eating it. He spoke with a mouthful of food.
Hanuel Yoon:
"Mmm! So good!"
Meanwhile, Mujin sat under the table with a puzzled expression, as he was in unfamiliar territory, not being the most comfortable with this sort of environment.
Mujin Daeho(INT):
"What the hell am I looking at?"
He eyed the Seolmaran cuisines before him, poking at it curiously with one of his chopsticks and letting out a quizzical look.
After taking a big bite of his food and properly swallowing it, Haneul gave his chest a punch before addressing Mujin.
Haneul Yoon:
"Hey, Daesu, you haven't eaten your food yet."
"Is there a problem?"
Mujin paused briefly and planted the chopsticks back down.
Mujin Daeho:
"U– uh..."
"No, I was just about to eat this... food."
Struggling to grasp the mysterious meat covered in some sauce from his plate, Mujin attempted to use the chopsticks several times but found himself unsuccessful. Haneul, who was observing him closely, raised an eyebrow, assuming that Mujin would be able to handle chopsticks since he, too, was a Seolmaran, or so he had thought.
Haneul Yoon:
"Hey, Daesu..."
"Are you even... from here?"