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MidReal Story
the school of demon hunters
Scenario:Dans une école très prestigieuse tout ceux qui n'y sont pas inscrit croit que la classe D est une classe de nul faible et débile mais ceux qui y sont inscrit eux savent qu'en réalité dans cette classe il n'y a que des enfants de 6 à 18 ans qui ont étaient choisie par le gouvernement pour devenir les prochains chasseur de démons des êtres qui doivent protégés le monde des démons, tout en protégeant des artefacts (objet magique la plupart du temps très puissants), car ils sont les seules à savoir utilisés la magie car dans tout les cas sauf les gens du gouvernement les seules personnes à savoir que la magie existe sont dans cette école. L'histoire se concentre sur un petit groupe d'élèves de 14ans dont Eloi capable de devenir temporairement Satan. C'est une histoire mouvementé plein d'action de combat et de rivalité
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Eloi Paine
conflicted, and powerful. Eloi is surprised to discover he can become Satan temporarily, a rare and powerful ability. He struggles with his past as a failed assassin and finds purpose in competing with his peers to become the most powerful demon hunter. Eloi is tasked with protecting a mysterious girl, whose significance is unclear to him. His journey is marked by rivalry and selfdiscovery.
Abyss
powerful, and unpredictable. Abyss possesses abilities that allow him to manipulate darkness and create illusions, making him an enigma among his peers. His motivations are unclear, as he sometimes aids and other times attacks Eloi and Lelouch during battles within the academy's dimensions.
Lelouch Forcard
competitive, and cunning. Lelouch is aware of Eloi's ability to become Satan and becomes obsessed with defeating him. He uses underhanded tactics, including attempting to assassinate Eloi, all in the name of becoming number one at the academy. Lelouch's backstory remains hidden, but his relentless pursuit of power drives his actions.
Everyone in the world thinks that Class D is a class for failures and weaklings who can't even be ranked.
But the truth is that all of us students here are chosen by the government as we have been recognized to be able to wield magic.
Apart from government officials, no one else in this world knows that magic exists.
So, in order to keep this secret hidden from the public, we have been forced to enroll in this prestigious school as students.
And the truth behind Class D is that it's actually a class for demon hunters who have been chosen by the government to take over the role of protecting the world from demons while safeguarding powerful magical artifacts.
This school is actually a secret school for demon hunters.
And it's only open to children aged 6 to 18 years old who have been chosen by the government.
And since we're all students learning how to fight demons, everyone here has become strong and powerful fighters.
As for me, I'm Eloi Paine—a 14-year-old student enrolled in Class D.
I possess a unique and powerful ability since the moment of my birth: I can temporarily become Satan.
"And this power earned me the nickname of Satan, demon slayer."
During lunch break, I was looking out the window when I noticed a shadow looming over the school courtyard.
I looked up and saw a massive frog demon crouching at the school gates.
It was easily three stories tall, with yellow eyes and sharp teeth.
The frog demon was staring at the bronze frog statue displayed in our classroom window.
"Guys! We have a demon!"
I shouted to my classmates.
Everyone immediately sprang into action without hesitation.
Mikan grabbed the statue, Abyss created a darkness barrier to shield us from public view, and we all ran out of the classroom together.
We sprinted through the entire school, passing the statue between us like a relay team.
The frog demon followed us, its thunderous hops shaking the ground as it chased after us.
Finally, we reached the part of the school where no one had power, yet everyone knew about the demons and everything else (though they are bound by law to keep silent to anyone).
As soon as we arrived, I handed a statue to a student and told him to run, and then everyone moved aside: on one side, those who wagered on the time it would take me to defeat him, and on the other, mere spectators.
I was preparing to transform, having stepped out of a demon's guise (that is what a demon becomes before it dies), and then time stopped. I found myself in a pitch-black place where there was a money machine.
I was accustomed to this; I would approach the machine, insert the coin, and pull the lever, but instead of a triple 7, there was a triple 6 on the machine.
My hand transformed into a clawed fist, ready to strike down any demon that dared to cross my path. The frog demon hopped into view, its beady eyes fixed on me.
I could feel its malevolent energy radiating towards me like a dark cloud.
Then, hundreds of devilish stars appeared upon the demon at the spots where I had struck him.
I was Satan, the demon slayer, and as such I would have been entirely capable of killing this demon with a single blow, yet I was also a tad sadistic.
And now that I had thoroughly amused myself, I would bring it all to an end. I snapped my fingers, and each of the devil's stars upon his body erupted, which ultimately dispatched the demon.
I thus picked up his coin while halting my power, and once again I was applauded for my might. Yet, it was not to such an extent that success would go to my head.
"Eloi, wait!" Mikan shouted, her voice urgent.
"What is it, Mikan?" I asked, skidding to a halt.
"The statue—you forgot to pick it up," so I raced at full speed, for that statue was under my watch for the week, and I truly had no desire to face the consequences.
After the frog demon incident, I returned to Class D, where our combat instructor, Ms. Blackwood, was waiting for us.
She was a tall, imposing figure with long black hair and piercing green eyes.
She had a reputation for being ruthless in the classroom, but we all knew she cared deeply about our well-being.
"Alright, class," Ms. Blackwood began, her voice commanding attention.
"Today's lesson is on artifact protection. As you know, we have been tasked with safeguarding various powerful objects from demonic threats. It's crucial that we learn how to detect and repel these threats effectively."
She gestured to the pedestals in front of her, where several objects were displayed.
There was an ancient scroll bound in leather, a cursed dagger with intricate runes etched into its blade, and that troublesome bronze statue of a frog that had attracted the attention of the demon earlier.
"We will start by practicing detection spells," Ms. Blackwood announced.
"I want each of you to take turns approaching the artifacts and using your magic to detect any demonic signatures nearby." We lined up obediently, each of us eager to test our skills.
As I waited my turn, I watched as Mikan stepped forward and placed her hands on the scroll.
Her eyes closed in concentration, and a soft blue glow emanated from her palms.
After a few moments, she opened her eyes and nodded at Ms. Blackwood.
"No demonic signatures detected," she reported confidently.
Next up was Lelouch, who swaggered over to the pedestal with an air of arrogance.
He placed his hand on the dagger and closed his eyes, a smug grin spreading across his face.
"I detect a minor imp nearby," he declared, his voice dripping with confidence.
Ms. Blackwood raised an eyebrow skeptically.
"Are you certain?" she asked.
Lelouch nodded emphatically.
"Yes, ma'am. The imp is approaching from behind me."
Ms. Blackwood sighed heavily and gestured for Lelouch to step aside.
Then she turned to us once more.
"As you can see, detecting demonic signatures requires focus and accuracy," she said dryly.
"Now it's your turn, Eloi." I stepped forward and approached the pedestal with the bronze statue on it.
As soon as I touched it, I felt a surge of energy course through me like a jolt of electricity.
I closed my eyes and focused my senses on the artifact, trying to detect any signs of demonic activity nearby.
A faint, sinister pulse echoed back, confirming that the real threat had only just begun.
Standing before the bronze statue, my hand still tingling from the sinister energy, I noticed Lelouch's dagger starting to vibrate on the table.
The weapon slowly dragged itself across the wooden surface, inching toward my outstretched fingers.
The classroom dimmed, sounds fading into the background as my classmates froze mid-motion like statues.
Darkness enveloped me until I was floating in a familiar void.
A deep, resonant chuckle echoed through the emptiness as a figure materialized before me.
Crimson eyes pierced the blackness, and a gesture was made towards the dagger now floating between us.
The void shifted and warped until I recognized the familiar neon lights of the demonic slot machine chamber.
But something was different.
The machine wasn't alone.
Next to it stood a towering figure wreathed in shadows, his presence commanding attention.
His red eyes matched the pulsing glow of Lelouch's floating dagger.
The figure stepped forward, radiating an aura that dwarfed my temporary Satan form.
He reached for the dagger, his hand revealing ancient symbols etched into his skin.
"This is one of my fragments," his voice boomed through the void, echoing within me.
"There are others scattered throughout your world. Find them."
Then, with a flick of his wrist, the void shattered, leaving me alone in the classroom, the dagger now resting silently in my hand.
