Main Gate
The air felt heavier than usual.
Students stood still, conversations dying the mont Lucifer, Francisca, Ella, Ken, Angel, and Mob stepped through the gate. All eyes turned. So gawked. So whispered. Others simply froze.
The campus had seen changes since the Rift War—but this?
This was sothing else.
Lucifer walked quietly, hands in his pockets. His white hair shimred under the late morning sun, and with each step, whispers spread like fire.
"He’s the Origin leader..."
"A vampire... no wonder he looked so damn perfect..."
"That’s the guy that stood at the summit... the one who told the humans off..."
Lucifer didn’t look at them. He didn’t need to. He’d already heard worse.
Ken let out a low sigh, stretching like he’d just woken up from a nap. "Tch... being back here with everyone knowing who we are is just trouble."
He bared his fangs a little—on purpose.
A group of boys who had been staring too long imdiately backed off, one of them almost tripping over his own feet.
Angel smirked. "Enough, brother. You don’t want them to piss their pants on the first day, do you?"
"Maybe I do," Ken shrugged.
"Enough," Mob cut in, stepping between them. "Rember why we ca back. We’re trying to coexist now. You scaring the crap out of them doesn’t help."
"Alright, angel boy. We’ve heard you," Angel said, rolling her eyes and strutting ahead like she owned the walkway.
Lucifer didn’t say a word. He just walked quietly, hands tucked in his coat. His eyes scanned the sea of stares, students acting like he was so kind of celestial being.
They weren’t totally wrong.
"Of course he’s divine. He’s a vampire."
"And not just any vampire—he’s the one."
"That’s why he was always distant. He was hiding it."
He ignored them. The voices ant nothing.
But what did catch his eye... was Francisca.
And Ella.
They walked slower than the others. Quieter. Like sothing inside them hadn’t quite healed. Their faces were distant, especially Ella—who hadn’t smiled in days. Not since the burial.
It wasn’t just grief.
It was guilt. Silent, heavy guilt.
She didn’t talk about it. But Lucifer knew. He could see it in the way she kept looking at the hallway Remu used to walk down. Like she expected her to show up at any mont, humming or laughing about sothing stupid.
But the hall was empty.
And Remu was never coming back.
Lucifer sighed, dragging a hand through his hair.
"I’m going to my class," he muttered, voice low.
He took a step, then paused.
"And for the love of god, stop Ken from tearing Dera into pieces."
Ken made a face. "No promises."
Lucifer didn’t look back. He just kept walking, the crowd parting naturally around him. Like the wind followed his rhythm.
And standing right at the corner, near the eastern corridor—
Dera.
She had been waiting.
Lucifer didn’t stop walking. Just gave her a nod as he passed.
"Dera."
She turned her head, surprised. "Lucifer..."
That was all she got out before the air shifted.
Ken had stepped forward, face cold now. All the teasing gone.
Dera’s breath hitched.
"Ken—"
"You lied to ," he said quietly.
No anger in the tone.
But the cold was worse.
"You were a hunter. The whole ti we were together. You knew what I was. You didn’t say anything."
"It wasn’t like that—"
"No?" Ken tilted his head, voice low. "Then what was it like?"
Mob stepped between them fast. "Ken. Not here."
Ken didn’t move.
His fists clenched.
Dera’s eyes softened, just for a mont.
She opened her mouth, closed it, then tried again. "I wanted to tell you. I really did. But we were just getting to know each other and... I didn’t want that to ruin it."
Ken scoffed.
"You could’ve told . I would’ve understood. Hell, I was ready to kill for you."
That made her look down.
Francisca stepped in then. "That’s enough. Both of you. We’re not dragging old pain into new halls."
Ella said nothing. Just stared at Dera. Her expression was unreadable.
Lucifer paused near the school steps, glancing back just once.
The scene behind him was familiar.
Old drama.
New eyes watching it.
A new world trying to hold itself together.
He exhaled through his nose and kept walking.
The only thing worse than a lie... was a truth told too late.
Monts Later
The hallway was quiet. Too quiet for a building full of students.
Lucifer’s boots echoed faintly with each step. His white coat drifted behind him like mist. He passed students who leaned into their lockers, pretending not to stare, pretending not to whisper. But he heard it all.
Every breath. Every word. Every silence.
"He’s going to class like nothing happened."
"Should we even be in the sa room as him?"
"He killed monsters. Saved the world... but still..."
"They said he turned at seventeen... how long has he been hiding it?"
Lucifer didn’t flinch. Not once.
He turned the corner and pushed open the door to his class. The door creaked louder than usual.
Inside, students sat quietly at their desks. Heads tilted up the mont he stepped in.
Silence.
The kind that swallowed the room whole.
Lucifer walked forward slowly, eyes half-lidded, scanning familiar faces. So students nodded stiffly. Others couldn’t et his gaze at all.
He ignored them.
Like always.
But then—
He stopped.
His seat.
His usual spot by the window, back row.
There was sothing on it.
Not a note.
Not a flower.
Words.
Scrawled in black ink across the surface of his desk. Large. ssy. Angry.
"MONSTER."
Lucifer stared at it.
No reaction.
No sigh.
No frown.
Just silence.
So of the students shifted in their seats, watching, waiting to see what he’d do. Maybe they thought he’d lash out. Break sothing. Vanish. Bite soone.
But all he did was stare.
Then—
He pulled the chair back, slowly. Sat down.
He placed his hand gently over the word.
Closed his eyes.
And smiled.
A small, bitter thing.
As if to say, "That’s all you’ve got?"
Sowhere in the classroom, a girl looked at this scene and smirked, ’Pushover.’
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