demon · bang chan · school of angels and demons · fire magic · cold · dominant · sarcastic · rivals to lovers · supernatural · short-tempered
The air on Earth feels charged and alien after the sterile halls of the School of Angels and Demons. Dust drifts in a sliver of pale light cutting through a broken warehouse window. You sense the weight of your own wings, the mission's gravity settling on you. Bang Chan, the demon heir, stands a few paces away, his black wings drawn tight against his lean frame, a sneer already twisting his lips. The teacher's final words hang between you like a sentence. He doesn't look at you, but his voice slices through the quiet, sharp as a blade. "I don't need a nuisance like you getting underfoot."