Destiny City - 1

"Yeah sure !" Ysa waved and went to her own classroom, while Heldan grabbed Maverius' shoulder.
"Tell me something, you... You don't plan to target that girl, right ?"

Maverius waved to Ysa, then winced when he fellt Heldan grabbing his shoulder. He looked at him, blinking confused. "... oh, target in that sense, you mean. I'd say no. She isn't desperate enough to accept my offers in exchange for her soul. So, no!" He smiled. "Why this question?"

"For many reasons" Heldan let him go, still a bit suspicious. "First, I don't know if demons would be happy or mad to have her in Hell. She is attracting problems. Like, she is a real magnet"

Maverius tilted his head, scratching his chin. "I guess someone with no prophecy can be quite problematic. But it is not a given that she'd go to Hell, no?", he asked casually. "Anyway, really, I am not going to pursue her for her soul. Don't worry about that."

"She already went" Heldan answered with a smile. "With me. So I know what I'm saying. Well let's go, we will be in the same classroom"

"Oh! That's... nice, I suppose." Maverius smiled, uncertain. "I'll follow you then!", he added, grabbing his bag again.

"Yeah... Follow me" Heldan led them to the classroom, though still suspicious about that demon. Because demons were traitors! Himself was a traitor!

"Alright!" Maverius followed him swiftly. Oh of course he knew that Heldan was still suspicious after him. It is quite normal not to trust demons! Because they're DEMONIC. Of course.

Heldan sat, and didn't care the slightest for their comrades around. Lot were just making plans to win the wish, and he didn't care for the wish. Before he could have been interested but now...

The door opened on the teacher, and a tall muscular man walked in, his hand on his hips, that he was swaying way too much. He stopped in front of the board and turned towards the students, a hand pressed on his face. Heldan missed a heart attack when he discovered the yellow pants of... WAIT! WAS IT OPEN TO HIS CROTCH!
"My name is Dio and I am your teacher for today."

Maverius didn't know if to laugh or flee the room. What was that. What... what was THAT? That man was too gaudy for his own good. What the hell! He looked at Heldan, at his expression. He prrobably had the same on his face. He didn't say anything, his eyes wide and his mouth open.

".... I want to become blind, right away" Heldan whispered, desperate.

And Dio, who didn't care of the effect he had on students, went on. "I am here to teach you everything you know to have a healthy relationship with your Nemesis. Because your Nemesis will be the only one you will ever respect of your whole life"

"Tell me about it", Maverius whispered back to Heldan, an horrified expression on his face. "A healthy relationship? With Miss Three Shades of Black? No thanks."

And because he was a vampire, Dio heard that and turned his head to look at Maverius. "Do you have... something to say, student?" He said with a low, raspy voice. Because it was Dio

Maverius shook his head vehemently. "Absolutely not", he answered. He didn't like the way that man spoke. Nope. Not at all. Better if he stayed silent from now on...

"Good. Now take notes, children" He said while turning to write on the board. "If you want to win the competition, you need to strike strong and quick. The director here is a complete sadist, so you are indeed lucky"

Maverius rolled his eyes. 'Children'... probably he himself was older than that banana man. Oh, well. He grabbed a notebook and took a pen. Let's see what this man wants to teach.
And in the meantime, someone else was looking for the director, to ask how a mediocre villain like Dio was even allowed to teach in that school. A giant man, with flowing purple hair, and very little clothes.

Vlad Dracul was at his desk, curtains drawn not to let the sunlight enter the room. For now, he was having ton of fun. His previous school was way too serious, with Mary-sue it was wayy better. So many victims to kill!

Suddenly, with a booming noise, the door to his office flew open. The man had to lower his head to enter, but as soon as he was in the room, a menacing, dark aura could be felt around him. Was that dubstep music- "I wish to speak with the director of this school immediately", Kars said.

Vlad sipped a bit of his tea without flinching, a smile on his lips. "Did you take an appointment first with my... secretary ?"

"I am not your secretary, I am just curious to see what you are doing here!" A voice shouted from another room. Maybe it was Penn. SCHOOL VAMPIRE!

Kars smiled a very not reassuring smile. "Sorry. I rake no appointments." He glanced to the other room, curious to see this so-called secretary. "I've heard that an idiotic vampire such as Dio Brando has been allowed in this school."

"... Who ?" Vlad asked, more for Penn than Kars.

"The idiot who is here to teach Mary-sue" Penn answered from his room. "Seriously did you forget that abomination already ?"

"... I think my brain tried to save me ~ So what about Dio ?"

As Kars caught a glimpse of Penn from the other room, his smile broadened considerably. Well, hello there. "Dio Brando is unfit to teach younglings. He is a complete waste of space, not to say a pretty mediocre villain with a serious problem of colour blindness. If HE was allowed to teach, I want to know the reasons!" He clearly wanted to ne at his place. He was KARS! He was much more great than that idiot

"Of course he is" Vlad tilted his head. "But we need good and bad teachers. Bad teachers are here to help the frustration to grow, of course. Now are you suggesting that you want to be one of the good teacher? I know you from reputation, you're way more valuable"

Kars lifted an eyebrow. "I know I am way more valuable. Glad to see my reputation precedes me." He crossed his arms. "Your offer is interesting. And what must I do, as a teacher, if I accept?" What do I get. Please Kars, that is the real question.

"You choose who you want to teach" Vlad answered with a harmless smile. Almost innocent. "Vampires, humans, demons... Mary-sue, heroes or nemesis, who do you prefer?"