**BANG**

The sound of the teacher's books resound throughout the room as they slam against the desk.

“Now, we all know that demon rehabilitation is bullshit, and the only way to satisfy a demon is to keep feeding it. But that's okay; fortunately there are ways to mitigate the hunger. This is the Art of Being a Bottom; welcome to the class,” the teacher says with a wide smile.

The teacher gives a short nod of acknowledgement to Siyu before opening up her book to today's lesson. Siyu could only shake his head at her words.

This teacher was human, but back in the day, he had hired her because he thought it fitting. Much in the way demons are amused by humans, this lady had her own curiosity for demons, in addition to her own particular hunger.

This lady was instrumental to Siyu's own understanding of demons. To most people, she would be a freak, but to Siyu, she was a genius. If it wasn't for her particular interests, she would be a great benefit to mankind. Siyu somewhat thought it was a shame, but, even though he disagreed with a few of her ideas, a benefit to demonkind was better than nothing.

“Demons undergo demonification in a variety of ways, but ultimately, it boils down to one thing; humanity could not contain your hunger. But like any addiction, moderation will greatly improve your way of life. In this class, we will go over one method of moderation; becoming a bottom, or conforming to a relationship. If this does not apply to you, you may leave the class at anytime.” The teacher says as she removes a stack of paper from her pile of books.

Siyu looks around to the small group of demons around him. Some of them were writing notes, others lustfully observed the teacher's body, while bloodshot eyes surrounded by black veins could be seen in others. Apparently, some already couldn't handle the power dynamic in the class, but still, none left.

“Continuing on,” the teacher announces, before beginning to hand out several stacks of notes to the class. “These are your notes for the rest of the class, since I tend to find you people pretty lazy. Yeah, I said you people; just be glad I called you people. And to the two goody-two-shoes already taking notes; I know you think you’re pretty smart, but my notes are better,” the teacher says as she moves through the class, ignoring the anger flaring in some of the students' eyes and any possible consequence of offending these demons.

After handing out the notes, the teacher moved back to the front of the class and sat on her desk.

“Now to start the lesson; demons and many people have the natural disposition to be on top when beginning a relationship. You meet a new friend; you want to be on top. You meet a colleague; you want to be on top, yada yada. And that's fine, it’s natural; especially for demons, but even though that's how things would work if, let's say you started a business and you were the boss, it's not how it works in romantic relationships, and any other relationship you hope to maintain in the foreseeable future. For every high, there must be a low, and for every top, there must be the capability to be a bottom. Everyone following along?” The teacher says before pausing for an attention check and seeing a student raise his hand.

“Teacher, why are we talking about romantic relationships? You fuck and move on; why make it complicated? That way, I can always be the top,” The student says before laughing.

“And that's why you’re a dick,” The teacher says, causing the student's laughter to stop abruptly. “When you drink wine, do you just chug it down and be done with it? No, that's how a dumb ass drinks wine; you fucking savour that wine for all the flavor it can muster. Obviously, once the wine's done you can chuck away the bottle, but you damn well better enjoy the experience while its there. And to savour a relationship, and moderate your hunger, it’s necessary to have the ability to conform to a relationship. Capisce? Yeah, relax your expression, you can hunt me down after class, big boy.” The teacher says with a teasing smile.

Another hand raises.

The teacher points to the man, and gestures for him to go on.

“Teacher, I don't want to have a relationship; I just want to kill people,” the demon says with a blank expression.

The teacher furrows her eyebrows. “What's your name?” She asks.

“People call me, Tuck,” the demon responds.

The teacher moves to a file cabinet in the corner of the room and begins to look through some files. “Tuck, Tuck, hmmm; oh here you are,” the teacher says before reading through the file, her brows slowly furrowing once again. “This… my brother, it's quite deep,” she says before looking back up at the demon. “Who directed you to this class?” The teacher asks.

“The administrator said his name was George,” the demon replies.

“George; that idiot. I'll tell you now, your hunger level isn’t appropriate for this class. When did you join Eden?” The teacher questions again.

“I joined at the last intake period,” the demon says, with the same blank expression.

“Ah, alright. Well, since George messed up, I'll let you know your two options. You can either join the pain therapy sessions or join the hunting group. The pain therapy sessions are bullshit if you ask me, so I suggest joining the hunting group. You'll get paired up with another hunter and then sign a contract with each other to establish your limits and other lines that can’t be crossed. After that, you can start hunting for targets approved by the Hit List Committee,” The teacher explains.

The demon raises an eyebrow. “What is pain therapy?” He asks.

“It's a dumb idea an idiot thought of,” the teacher says before looking to Siyu to express her disapproval. Siyu could only look away and ignore her. “Anyways, they administer controlled pain to your body, for some bullshit reason like simulating empathy. I'd ask the idiot who thought of it,” She says before once again looking to Siyu, causing him to promptly close his eyes. “Either way, I suggest you find Roy at the Eden office; he should be able to point you in the right direct–" The teacher says before the door abruptly opens.

Two people dressed like Royal Guards walk into the room.

“Good morning. We suspect that an assassin has fled in the vicinity of this area, we ask that you assist us in our search,” says one of the guards with a polite manner.

Siyu looks up to observe the guard and sees a pendant on his chest with a blue glow, but after a moment the pendant began to glow red.

Fuck, Siyu thinks before crossing his legs on his seat and raising his arms to his sides. “I see no evil, I hear no evil,” He begins to chant.

The royal guard looks to Siyu and furrows his brows.

One of the demon students was also able to see the change of the pendant. “Fuck,” he exclaims, before his body began to tense in preparation for a fight.

The other royal guard notices that the pendant is now red and his eyes grow wide. “Fuck, demons!” He exclaims before pulling out his sword.

The guard who spoke was quick to react and also pulls out his sword, while the other demons quickly got out of their seats as their eyes began to turn bloodshot. Some demons were prepared to fight it out but others had already begun running for the windows.

In a few quick moments, before the royal guards were able to initiate a fight, two demons had already escaped through the window.

Siyu continues to chant while the teacher watches all of this not knowing what to do.

Before the other demons could begin to think of escape, the royal guards sprint into the fray, swords drawn and ready to shed blood.

The teacher looks at this and rubs her head. “Fuck,” she exclaims.