Everywhere you looked, it seemed like a sea of moving flesh. The gymnastics area was filled to the very brim and other colleagues seemed to feel a mixture of emotions at the ceremony. At the very front of the gym's bleachers, the usual jocks camped themselves in a lively fashion and looked excited as any other person could be. In the middle section, there you had the normal folks awaiting the arrival of the school officials, most of them didn't seem to have noticed what was happening at their backs, a couple of geeks that were using their phones snickering at something of the sort. There were 4 bleacher sections in total, seating at least a population of 1,500 student compared to the 300 attendees at the present time. At the very end of the gym, there was a huge stage with curtains drawn at the back. In the center of it all stood a podium with a microphone alongside a huge, black book that was opened.

(Are the school officials late? The bell alarm already went off though...)

As if by cue, an elderly male voice is then heard from the back of the curtains of the stage area.

"Everybody, are you ready to rock!?"

The gymnasiums lights then shut off. A male voice then comes from the back of the gym as the crowd becomes confused.

"Hoy! Old man Grem I can't see for shit!" one of them yells.

Two spotlights then appear on the stage only to face the person who emerged from the curtains: a man (who was probably in his fifties) with slicked back grey hair that had some white strands from aging—he wore a dark, brown suit with a floral print tie and a pair of shades. In his hands... he held a guitar?

"Alright everyone! Please stand up for the national anthem of Zione. ❤" he speaks into the mic.

"Bloody hell-" another voice comments in the crowd, notably a foreign accent. He then sighs in a breath of annoyance.

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"Lon where's that switch, the newbies are gonna suffer!"

"I have no absolute clue, I have a feeling he might've hid it somewhere the eye can't see." I retorted.

"Can you try to at least hit those lights before he does... the thing?"

"No can do, it'll cause quite the commotion."

"So what the hells do we do then?"

Trying to figure out a solution, I lean against the wall much to my dismay.

(If only Zack didn't catch a case of the sniffles, then this would've been a swell orientation.)

Tick, tick, tick.

"Hunter, do you hear that?"

"Old Grem trying to kill the freshies ya, but hear what?"

Peering out of the gymnasium's front doors, I point in the direction of the mysterious sound. Hunter then takes the lead and guides us to the storage room located near the back entrance of the stage area. He and I then proceed to take initiative of the issue and rummage through the miscellaneous items and to our surprise, find our solution.

"Bingo dingo, old coot really hid it behind the brooms eh?"

"Aye," I reply.

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(I think, I'm close to dying. This is it Auntie. I'm sorry I made you eat that soup I made for your birthday when I was eleven.)

The sound of the horrible guitar playing in the background made the s(h)ituation worse. If you were here at this very moment, you could see many students either writhing in pain or just straight up crying on the floor. Luckily, I held my ground and bared with it long enough for me to not end up dead like the others. Gripping the tip of my hoodie, I hoped this nightmare would end.

*Liberti! Ti〰me stands before us〰 *

Finally, our torture comes to a stop as the power goes off and the sound is gone. About two seconds of murmuring and gasps of air, the power comes back on and the man on the stage disappears without a trace.

"Ahem."

The second voice from earlier then reveals himself.

"OH MY GODS! IS THAT REALLY?" one of the people exclaim.

"Quick! I need to post this on my story!" another yells.

"Ohhh, he's such a hottie in person!" one catcalls and whistles.

White curly hair.

Heterochromia eyes—the left a bright hue of yellow and the other one a shade of turquoise.

A beige trench coat with rolled up sleeves and a white sweater for the inside.

Navy skinny jeans.

A time watch and silver piercings.

Boots.

So this is GBA's finest cream of the crop.

"Alright, much apologies as to what happened just now, but let's move on and get to the agenda, shall we?" he takes the mic with his right hand and adjusts it. Many female screams of excitement are heard all around me, and I felt like my ears were about to pop.

"Hush hush now, I'm afraid we'll have to kick some people out if they're causing a scene." he gives a glance to the taller male who then came forth to the stage and stood next to him. He was at least 6 feet 4 tall. The dude was a freaking giant (not to mention built). He had dark brown hair that reached the length of his neck that surpassed his black and silver collar and wore a black leather jacket alongside leather pants and boots as well. His pupils bore a lime-green color that had slit lines for pupils that seemed to glare at the audience as his fangs scowled at them. Despite the hollering, he folds his arms to make himself look intimidating. Seeing this, the crowd then softens their volume.

The other male at the center of the stage clears his throat.

"So then, welcome to the Grande Blume Academy. Originally, an opening concert was supposed to happen today following the national anthem, but the lead guitarist of the band performing couldn't make it today."

He then closes the book that sat on the podium's surface and takes out a magenta-colored pocket notebook and reads swiftly then returns his attention to the audience.

"Now then" he continues, "as you may know it you were all either accepted into this academy through recommendation or through an entire tuition pay fee, but that won't guarantee your stay here."

(Ah, so she signed me up for this.)

"Worries away, if you get kicked out the academy ensures a full refund. But however... In this academy, you'll need to at least make it into the bronze rank of the school system to make your stay here official."

"Sorry to make you wait everyone~!" the man in the suit who had made every student scarred from the previous incident had suddenly come back from behind the curtains with mach speed and pats the man who was currently speaking and closes his pocket book. He furrows his eyebrows and sighs once more in defeat and moves away from the podium to stand next to the taller man and pinches the temple of his forehead.

The man in the suit then takes off his shades and fixes his hair into a tiny man ponytail, no longer looking like a person who was about to star as the evil mafia boss in a movie.

"Hello everyone!" he smiles.

"I'm the headmaster of the Grande Blume herself, Gremorias Heinrich."

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As Poppy makes the introductory remarks and explains the gist of academy rankings, I sense my stomach rumbling from the lack of food from this morning due to all the preparations for the orientation. Smelling something sweet, it made me hungrier than ever before.

(Is someone eating cinnamon rolls right now?)

I take another whiff just to reassure myself that I wasn't dreaming, and I can definitely assure you that I smelled something sweet coming from the audience.

"Hunter." I nudge at him, "Is it just me? Or do you smell something this time?" I ask.

Hunter takes a breath of air and shakes his head at me. In the gymnasium, food and drinks were strictly forbidden at orientations save for pep rallies and other events.

(Very peculiar.)

The scent seemed to becoming from the middle of the crowd, but I decided against my will to search for it as I had to stay for the other remarks.

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About 45 minutes pass. I always thought that the headmaster would at least be somewhat of a strict person, but boy, was I wrong! He's a big airhead, thank gods.

"Sooooo, that basically concludes the requirements to stay here! Now London, take it away with the surprise we all have in mind."

(London. Heinrich. The HM's infamous son in the flesh.)

London comes forward to the microphone once more and readjusts it. Since I've gotten the tongue of his name on my mind now, all I know is that his name and face was featured on many male magazines and cookbooks... and not to mention a scholar and prodigy.

"One more thing."

He pauses.

"Right now, we'll have the student council picks through automatic ranking from their previous year statistics."

He takes a phone out of his pocket and starts to scroll through it until a holographic screen pops out and projects itself on the project screen of the gym's curtains. There, a list of letters and numbers scrambled themselves.

"I would ask for a drum roll, but apparently the band isn't currently present today," the crowd throws a fit of chuckles.

"Ah, here we are. Please take a look at the list to see if you were placed in certain districts. Your schedules will be handed out on the morrow."

Looking at the screen, my eyes widened in fear as to where my name was placed at. The mess of letters and numbers soon revealed their true meaning.

**3*29*LU*842*NJS***9202**

Diamond Class Ranking (GBASC)

1 - Heinrich, London A. {P}

2 - Summers, Scarlett {VP} WELCOME!

3 - Brigand, Irvine Normandy L. {S}

4 - Killberg, Zack J. {PRO}

5 - Oliver, Theodore {H}

6 - Joyetti, Mina S. {T}

7 - Veromoni, Hunterman H. {DO}

*1100**4%@!**CNAZF:**670**

"No surprise here, but the list of the council hasn't changed since two years ago, except for one thing."

The lights dim on the stage area.

"Now, I would like to welcome the most recent member to present her introduction."

I took a gulp of fresh air at this point and knew that there was no ifs and buts after this.

I had to make my way up there.

Clenching my fists tightly, I mosie on over lightly through the crowd and make it to the staircase of the stage, holding the top of my hoodie.

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Trying to get a hold of the seven that were now placed under my care, the delicious, sweet scent of cinnamon was now inching closer to the vicinity of the stage area. It was her.

Her face was covered in her bangs. Everything was black, from her long strands of hair, the hoodie, pants, and the black canvas shoes she wore. Having to face the stage, she pouts and snaps the fingers on her left hand.

"Verdi Ace,"  she says with a soft demeanor.

As purple smoke covers her figure, her true appearance is then revealed.

Was she some sort of witch? What appeared out of the smoke happened to be this long-dark crimson haired female facing the crowd whom wore a white sundress that seemed way too exposed at the chest area. For her shoes, she rocked black stilettos. She pouts again, and then smiles and waves at the audience. Taking an inch back from the mic, I look at the female, face now clear as she heads closer to the podium.

Her honey-colored irises now visible in my sight, I reach out my left hand and shake hers. At that moment, I knew exactly who she was by the ring on her finger.

I knew, because that ring exactly matched mine.

Scarlett smiles at me—her peachy colored lips giving me a reminiscent color of light cinnamon.

Unexpectedly, my heart races for a little bit and I feel as if I lost time by just staring at those eyes of her. Not to mention, I felt so very starved now that her scent was more intoxicating than ever. She lets go of my hand and takes the mic.

I once more take a stand next to Hunter and his ears perk up.

"Woah. The academy really fished up a doll! She must be like an F cup because holy fuc-"

"Hunter."

"Yea Lon?"

"Me," I grin.

Holding the back of my neck with the ring in Hunter's sight, he takes the hint.

"Oh."

He blinks and ponders for a bit.

"OH!"

"Shh!"

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Trying to keep my composure, I keep myself at light's bay and speak.

"Hi! I'm Scarlett Summers, your new vice president, please treat me well. I'll promise you all I'll do my best to support the council and keep you all safe! I'm looking forward to it."

(If one of them figures out I run my channel, I am dead meat.)

The crowd applauds me, and I am mentally relieved no one figured me out yet.

"So Scarlett, as for the closing of this ceremony, may you please display your power and strip your human form?" he asks me.

Slowly yet surely, London unravels one of his mostly known attributes about him that made him special. As his feet over a bit from the ground, two white enormous wings then appear from his shoulder blades and rest themselves idle as he plants himself back, waiting for me to do my thing.

"Sure thing, London~" I playfully say a response to his words. Closing my eyes, I channel my Inner Will and transform. As the blood red energy surrounds me, it swallows up my entire figure and, tadah. 

The crowd watches in awe as the gaze upon the new sight in front of them.

Like a baby that woke up from a nap, I rub my eyes and yawn now that my black horns and tail grew back. 

"I forgot to mention, but you can call me Scar for short! Also, I'm a Half-blood Demon."