Horn & Halo History: Class 1 [Dante]

[Victor Krieger]

A tall man kicked open the classroom, and walked to his desk, making the regularly heard boot noise. A strong cigarette smell emited from his blue shirt and body and smelled a bit fresh. He pulled off the shoulder holsters that was around his body and dropped them on his desk. The guns made a big clonk sound as one went off and shot through the door. "Shit." He put the safety on for both of the guns and placed his hands on his desk, and gave the students a pissed off stare.

"Welcome, welcome, and welcome, you little fucks. I'm Master Krieger and I'm your Horn History teacher. I was *supposed* to teach the guns class but no, Head-fucking-master Severin re-fucking-assigned me to do Horn History. In this class, I'm supposed to be teaching shit about Horn and demons, and devils, and all those crapshit people here. Now, for the rules of the classroom."

He grabbed a marker from his desk and wrote on the whiteboard in a handwriting that was quite hard to read,
"1. Talk when I talk, I blow your fucking head off.
2. Don't fucking cuss at me.
3. Don't piss me off.
4. Don't be fucking loud.
5. Shut the fuck up.
6. Don't tell me to put out my cigarette."
He turned around and slammed the marker down on the desk. "Follow these rules and we won't have a problem. All right, you little fucks? Good. Any questions you have about my questions, don't bother asking them because I won't answer them."

Victor pulled out his cigarette pack from his back pocket and lit one. He took a large breath and puffed it at, making the the cigarette smell in the room worse. "Get your books out and turn to page 14."

[Dion Dante Lucifer]

A blade, at least one yard long, flew in from the door. Then another. A scream came from a human's mouth was heard in the hall. The human, a young teenage girl was thrown into the room. Tears ran down her cheek, crying from fear from whoever threw her in. She kept whimpering and turned around to look at the door. Three bullets shot through her. Blood spat from mouth, wide eyed from whoever shot her. She collapsed to the floor, laying in her blood.

"Aha!" A laughter of enjoyment. Dion entered the room, pistol in hand, black trench coat, a regular clean green T-Shirt, black jeans, and his favorite hair style, blue spiked up hair. He took a glance at the students with an insanity in his eyes, along with a smile. Who knows what he would do them? Probably the same things that Victor has done to them?

He jumped onto the girl's body and leaned close to her ear. "I told you to shut uh-up." The gun he held pushed her head to the side to see if she really was dead. "Dead as a doornail," he said, still smiling. "Okay, my little students. I am your teacher, Dion Dante Lucifer, which you little kiddies shall call me Master Dante." His speech sounded almost like he was taunting him before their death.

"Now," his facial expression turned into a fake sadness, "Master Severin said I can't hurt any of you poor students unless it's for punishment. So.." The crazy smiling expression returned, "I demand that all of you be nice, little sheep. I may not be a vampire like the most of you, but I am a sweet, angelic devil so please be kind." His voice raised when he spoke the world "kind", possibly showing that he was kind as well.

Dion twirled around to look at the rules that Victor had already written. "Rules..rules..rules.. Hm hm hm.." His facial expression turned into a confused "thinking" face.

He grabbed any random marker that was in front of him and added and took off things of the current rules.
"1. Talk when I talk, I blow your fucking head off. Please do not speak when I am speaking.
2. Don't fucking cuss at me. No cussing.
3. Don't piss me off.
4. Don't be fucking loud.
5. Shut the fuck up.
6. Don't tell me to put out my cigarette. Don't touch any of my precious equipment.
7. Be kind to each other!"

He twirled back around to face the students, again, still smiling. "I'll be watching what you do, sheep, so please, don't give me a hard time."