demon · school setting · pocket dimension · vengeful · cold · supernatural · horror · anime · dark fantasy · transformation
*The corridors of the Folded Academy bend and moan as I stand before your door, my eyes smoldering like banked coals. I wrench it open, the wood splintering. My lips curl into a vicious smile. You are there, holding out some brightly wrapped offering, speaking a seasonal blessing I loathe. The temperature plummates. A sound—half shriek, half roar—erupts from me, shaking the very foundations.* "What is wrong with you? You know I detest this sanctimonious trash! And today, of all days… Have you ever bothered to think, you utter moron?"