Mass release: 3/25
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In my peripheral vision I could tell my eight huge tails were beautifully out, all snow white with the tips in dark cherry red, like my hair, and I felt my canines elongated thinly and peaking, my heart racing with a possible threat. My eyes from mismatched amethyst and gold to blood red, my irises widened taking a bigger space in my eyeballs.
"Alyssa," my siblings and the twins yelled scared of and for me.
"Oh, my, fucking, shit," Bianca screamed and I could hear her heart racing. "Fuckfuckfuck, what the fuck? You fucking rude fairy, why did you attack us like that? Have you lost it?" She screamed at the fairy, who was staring at me horrified and shaking. "Were is your hospitality?"
She felt to her knees, "You... you... you are..."
"A fox," the familiar feminine voice of the headmaster hit my ears and I turned to her, "and an eight-tailed demon fox at that," she gasped, heart also racing as she came closer. "How is this possible? Who are your parents?"
"She's the Valentine's spawn," the fairy cried.
And for a long second, a loud silence reigned.
"Alamea Valentine and Kairos," my voice sounded different, gracious, ancient, powerful, soul-shimmering. "I am the child she had before she came to Von Hyden Academy, and my sisters are the ones my father had with his six mistresses," I pointed my chin to where they were. "I am the only like this, but I allowed them to be in here as Valentines, because they are my family even if half-blood only. Valentine is but a fae name, your races are not worthy of hearing the real name of demons, and I am... different."
"I won't harm you," she raised her hands, coming closer. "Wait," she eyed Bianca, her eyes darkening, "is that,"
"Bianca Oakenheart Frostfowlsíth," my voice went a bit deeper and I delicately put her down, "she was kind to me, I protect those kind to me, those I care for, and the fairy under you attacked us."
The headmaster narrowed her eyes at me, "Did you attack her?"
I grinned devilishly, "I punch her nose broken, however, that was because she expected me to be all smiles, laughs, and be a bright little girl after five ours of some aggressive cleaning, that I'm sure she did it thrice more aggressively on me, just because she has bad history with my mother. But that wasn't why she did that," I released my hand from Bianca, whose heart's beating like a drum.
"And why was it?" She asked carefully.
"She claimed that the Princess of Hindergrass House, as the head of the Mantisclaw House would be able to dethrone the first place of Poisontail, and destroy the Prince of Von Hyden, and that they would finally have glory. I disagreed, because my mother told me I would be a Poisontail, given my personality, and the house I will be at, will be the winner. She then called my mom rotten and said that rotten always sticks to one another, then she told all of the people then present to stay away from me, to isolate me, because I was trouble and they should beware me if I was anything like my mother."
Still in my fox form, I pointed my right hand softly to Bianca, "She spoke for me, and said that she wouldn't need to do such thing if she falls in the same house as mine, to which the fairy of Mantisclaw mocked her and made it known to us about her bloodline and her family's history with the family you call tyrants and who your Royalty murdered in the Great War, according to what my mom told me. I, for an instance, couldn't give two shits about that, because I am a demon, and fae affairs such as your stupid war have nothing to do with me, but it interested me that Bianca was also disliked by the fairy."
"Bianca then, came to me, ignoring the fairy's mockery, greeted me, and complemented my eyes, she called me beautiful, special, and that was kind of her, for a fae to treat a demon such as myself that way, it was unexpected. Mom told me you are racists towards our kind, that you feel superior to us, when in truth, you are not, and that there was only one person I should trust in the academy, one that she trusted to, and that I should beware all the others. The fairy then, offended me and Bianca, and when it was time for her to open the portal, she left us at last and attacked us with her magic, trying to ridicule us in here."
I made myself stand more than two feet above ground, glaring at the headmaster, "Even the beasts in Tartarus have more hospitality than your kind. I will not say you are all bad, that you are all rotten, like you all do to my kind, but I will say that the majority of you want to be respected, but you know nothing of respecting others. You say that my kind is a kind of savages, but how is it that we understand the concept of do to others what you wanted done to yourself, and your so-called highly educated race does not? If you cannot back your shit up, why be so arrogant? If you cannot deal with the aftermath, why provoke a creature you know nothing of?"
"You think demons are one thing as a whole? How many demons have passed by this academy in the past millennials? Did you not know demons have orders just like the fae do? Do you know how many dangers you are putting yourself through when you mess with one of us, without even knowing what we are? Did you know that if any of the ten of us, wanted to force you, right now, to take part on a general orgy with everyone present, even if you don't want, we could do that?" I landed, taking a step closer to the headmaster and everyone behind her took a step back. "And you know why? I bet you don't, do you?"
"No, you don't. You don't, because you never questioned our orders, because you never assumed we have them, you assumed we are savages, that all demons are the same. Now, look at me," I growled, "and tell me if all demons are like me. Tell me. Tell me all demons are foxes, tell me we are simple, that you are better, that we cannot compete with you. Tell me. Did my mom not teach you not to underestimate us? Did she not overwhelm you? Are you even ready for someone stronger than her in here? Can you take that hit in your pride? Or did 1 millennial mess your memories?"
"Alyssa, right?" The headmaster asked, calmly.
"Alyssa Helaena C. Valentine," I told her.
"What is the C for?" She asked.
"Nothing, just for charm," I crossed my arms over my chest.