Successor To Devil| PART 8 |

The door at the front of the class is shot open and closed with haste. A taller man enters, reaching both to and away from the door handle with an excellent muscle structure, but coupled with bad posture. The class is immediately able to gather this information, only seconds into his arrival.
His hair is long and shaggy. It's tinted purple from its deep black, and there’s a whole half of his face covered by it- hanging tightly to his left. The end of his hair almost touches where his butt should be, but his loose dress shirt and thin legs make that point unsure.

Without him even looking to the students, everyone is sat prim and proper, save for Mason. Silence and a cooling wind followed this man into the classroom, washing over the students. Calm and collected, the man hovers over to the center-front of the room and turns on heel towards his green chalkboard. He raises his thin wrist and scrawls quickly across in chalk.

Kree Kri Shoo Skoo KREEAR

“Mr. Gentus”
Reads across their chalkboard, big, bolded, underlined. Mr. Gentus’ long-toned arms reach and swivel as he neatly chalks his name.

Some student’s mouth the pronunciation, a hush of soft and hard G’s wash through the room.
Sam even writes it on his first sheet of paper, for some reason trying to copy the fancily done writing.

Mr. Gentus finishes writing and places the thin white chalk down onto the edge, pushing up the smallest hint of a chalk cloud from the board’s sill. His hair falls off his shoulder to the left and then brushes back to the right as he stretches, correcting himself to stand a bit taller and upright. Turning around now to face the classroom and students, Mr. Gentus leans down onto the podium that stands closer to the front row of desks.

As he seems to take in every face and uniform in the room, a silence hovers above the room, enough that a few cars and birds can be heard whooshing and chirping below them on the nearby streets.

Incredulous, the look that Mason wears on his face, is how Mr. Gentus describes the young boy.
“This one… hmm.”

Mason glares back a bit, realizing he’s being stared at, almost through.
Looking around the room to his peers, Mason starts to feel angry, seeing their total looks of compliance with this man. A man he judges immediately to be a huge pushover. Mason recognizes the man’s eyes, tired and weakly kept open by the will of coffee and necessity. Unimpressed, seeing his own likeness in the teacher in this.

“This is our next teacher?”
Mason scoffs at himself, acting out his thoughts in a crossed-arm lean-back.

“Mr. Gentus…”
Mason mocks with his thoughts.
“What’s this guy’s deal? “
Mason wonders, doing nothing to hide his waning interest in the class. Mason slacks his spine into a loose sleeping posture in the seat.

Mr. Gentus shoots a flaring glare at Mason, letting his attribute slip to be able to open up to the class.

“Hmm. My deal… I guess it’s worth noting that I’m your new teacher,”
Mr. Gentus speaks, his voice is like coffee, strong and smooth, which is noted heavily by the ladies of the classroom. Suddenly speaking up, their new teacher introduces himself and bows to them lightly, lowering his head to about their seated heights, closing his eyes as he does. His long lashes sway closed.

“- and yes, I know it’s strange to have a teacher not from your previous years or from inside the regular faculty- “
He poses the oddity of his hiring. Mr. Gentus rolls his wrists and fingers as he speaks, punctuating his words.
“I’ll tell you now, they hired me because of a recent debacle in Japan, so when they-”

“You’re THAT Gentus!?!”
A girl shouts out, standing up and throwing her books off the front of her desk by accident. Her tiny hand points towards him, star-gazing. She trembles at her knees, realizing she’s only a few desk spaces from a Hero.

Everyone shoots around to see her, confused. Mason lends the side of his eye for a dazed peek.

“Guys!? The Gentus!? Remember? From the Hotakadake Incident a month ago?!”
She holds up her phone, pointing to it furiously. The news isn’t up, she’s just wildly remembering back to when anyone with a phone or television could see the scene in reference.

Sparks begin to light in the class's collective mind, remembering flashes of the event splashed everywhere.
Oohs and Ahhs fill the air.

***

“Is this a veritable Angel still left among us humans!?”

The text scrolls across every feed. Big and bold, the headline reaches into the hearts of everyone, regardless of their creed.

A short time ago, there was a rise in Cursed gang activity, hitting a boiling point when this group of men tried to take on a singular Demon-level Blight by themselves. The usual course of action when finding a Blight, and more so for one of Demon-Level, is to alert the authorities and the government would send in a team of skilled combatants to properly handle the being.
The gang was thinking that with their potential winnings from taking down the creature, they could use it to empower themselves enough that they’d overthrow the local governing body- taking over and freeing themselves from hiding in the shadows.
Their course of action left them to return to the shadows, and never be able to return.

When they began their attack, for a short time it seemed to be a promising endeavor. The group of Cursed, calling themselves the Sons of Hell, were able to subjugate the Blight back into a mountain range, not too far from where it manifested. Their fight was stayed away from by the news and the local inhabitants, the smarter of everyone knowing not to mess with the world beyond their grasp.

Without remorse, without any sense of mercy or understanding of honor in battle- the Blight had had enough of their games. In one fell swoop of its large horned and spiked tails, the giant Wyvern Blight had wiped the Sons of Hell off the face of the Earth and properly meeting them with Hell.

Left with nobody to stop or slow it down, the enormous and powerful Blight rampaged around the wake of the Hotakadake mountains. Within hours of this attack, the government had finally been able to send in reliable forces. News outlets from around the world were receiving and reporting coverage of everything.

“The first Demon-Level Blight in 15 years.”

This horrifying truth was plastered everywhere. Phones, computers, laptops, and radio- everything that a person could be warned through.

A monster capable of unleashing a power akin to the Demons and Angels of yesteryear, freed upon the mountain ranges of Japan- or rather what was left of the mountains. The destruction saw plenty of destroyed villages, townships, farms, and facilities in the region.

Finally, with the arrival of the subjugation force, the Wyvern-Blight was being backed into a corner, many soldiers worked to keep the creature at bay. Larger mountains had its hindquarters, and the force of hundreds of capable Cursed and Blessed were at his front, leaving only one way for it to escape- Up.

Through thunderous roars and breaths of blue flames, the Blight was primed to escape after one enormous and powerful attack. Then, amid this violent outburst, a call could be heard. A scream from a woman cut through the crowds, through the tyrant, and through the very clouds to reach their target.

“GENTUS!”
The young woman called out, later turning out to be Mr. Gentus’ younger sister, Aria.

Continued in PART 9…