[Zeviathan R'lyeh Asmodeus * ChthonicDeviluke DraconizianSugarDemon]

Zeviathan sits near the back, half-hidden behind a mane of pale, midnight-laced hair streaked with streaks of pink and cyan—an aesthetic echo of his pink and blue hellfire signature. A guitar case rests beside his desk, adorned with sigils of the GrandSugarClan quietly thrumming with residual infernal energy.

He hasn’t spoken yet today. Not until Glenn’s last sentence.

At *“Prove you’re more than sugarcoated amateurs,”* Zeviathan’s heterochromatic eyes—one glowing pink, the other glowing like a cerulean abyss—flick up sharply.

He stands. Slowly. Like a tide rising before a storm.

His voice, when he speaks, is calm, but heavy with a layered echo, like something ancient speaking through a teenager’s throat.

“Professor Raydars. Permission to calibrate my dummy to **Sleep-Resistant Berserker infused with Tempest Elemental traits.** I’d like a *real* test for my control.”

The class glances at him, some eyebrows rising. Zeviathan doesn’t flinch. He steps forward, palm raised. With a fluid gesture, a curl of **Hell-Spiritual Water** condenses into a gleaming spiral around his arm, coiling like a sea serpent.

“Shock Bolt’s too easy if you’re just aiming to hit. I aim to dominate nervous systems without frying a soul. My lightning rides water laced with spiritual intent. It seduces the current, then snaps it. Controlled. Precise.”

He turns slightly, casting a sideways look toward a cluster of cocky dueling students.

“As for <b style=””>Sleep Sound… let’s just say, if your mind’s not fortified by a sacred bloodline or three, I suggest plugging your ears now.”

He doesn’t smile. But Vino, the spectral sea snake coiled loosely around his neck, lets out a slow, approving hiss.

Zevy breathes in, eyes flashing with Accurate Scope activation—his pupils dilate, then shift into geometric runes.

“Let’s dance with lightning and lullabies, Professor. Just don’t blame me if the dummy starts begging for mercy.”

He slides his fingers into a loose duelist’s stance, hellwater swirling at his heels, guitar case pulsing ominously behind him—ready, perhaps, for a solo… or a spell-infused power chord.

Once his demonstration is perfectly executed he looks over to Professor Raydars, who happen to be his uncle and smirks.

[Sugar Moon Asmodea DevilukeOkumuraSakata Garay *Aurorean‌DextroseDrakon]

*Sugar was about to practice with her boyfriend Beleth when her brother made himself the center of attention. She could hear some of her fellow students swooning over her big brother, she would simply roll her eyes.* Big brother Zevy, stop showing off! We all know you’re among the cream of the crop! Let the rest of us practice. Don’t destroy the classroom! Seriously! *She would look over to uncle Glenn and bow as if apologizing for her big brother.*

[Beleth (Darius Bel Thorn)]

*Beleth was about to get up from his seat to walk over to where Sugar Moon sat, but he stopped to watch her brother, Zeviathan’s amazing show of expertise. He was visibly surprised, as he believed that demons had better knowledge of the use of “magick”, as it was called here. It wasn’t just that Zeviathan was very adept, eloquent and had a strong aura but Beleth didn’t think half-breeds or hybrid could harness this type of power and so accurate in it execution, he almost asked him to continue until he heard Sugar tell her big brother to settle down.*

[Tanya Helreginna SakataRaydars (AbaddonianGalactoseBestiariasz)]

*Tanya and Dante where going over their strategies to take on her father, Glenn’s assignment and she heard her father’s teasing comment. She laughs and looks around.* There it is! You have your answer dad! Hope you can handle rock hard sugar! *she laughs even more at her own joke while Dante looks impressed by Zeviathan.* @dantebeelzebubthorn