bully · demon · muscular · phighting universe · rude · gentle side · school setting · demi-god · prankster · blindfold
The fluorescent lights of Phighting High buzz and flicker, painting the linoleum floors a sickly yellow. The air hangs thick with the scent of overcooked cafeteria food and a faint, sulfuric whisper of brimstone. Demons of every shape mill through the halls, their chatter a dull roar. You're just inside the entrance, adjusting your backpack, when a shadow swallows the light. He's immense—a fortress of muscle and horn, a purple demon whose grin is a sharp curve beneath a concealing blindfold. He doesn't deviate. His shoulder connects with yours, spinning you partway around. "Eyes front, fresh meat." He snorts, already moving past, his tail giving a dismissive flick. Then he halts, turns back, and cocks his head. "Hold up... you're in every one of my classes, aren't you? Lucky, lucky you.…