Might as well.

Kross thought about it for a moment. He didn't know the layout of the school, or any of the students. Seraphina seemed like she was popular and would likely have some knowledge worth gleaning, not to mention he did need text books. Finally he nodded which caused the punk princess to give him a dazzling smile.

The class was long and boring, and he was relieved when the bell finally rang. Grabbing her backpack, Seraphina led him out into the halls, and began talking about the school, most of which he simply tuned out, as he followed her. Coming to a stop she stared across the hall with loathing in her eyes.

Following her gaze mildly curious, he saw a pale woman with long white hair, hugging a large blue tome. She had crystal blue eyes like his, but she was tiny and frail looking. Standing a mere four feet, she wore a cute white dress with black trim, and little white slippers. The oddest accessory was a pair of broken manacles clasped to her wrists, a short length of chain links hanging loosely from them, as if they were once connected to something.

“First rule of any school, know your losers.” She said making a face, before starting off again. Though she went back to prattling on, Kross continued to ignore most of what she was saying, as he glanced back at the forlorn woman who kept walking through the hall as if nothing existed. “Kross?” Seraphina poked his shoulder causing him to come out of his reverie.

“Sorry, I was staring at your ass.” He lied smoothly causing her to blush sexily.

“I'll forgive you this once. This is the library, I got to get to class, but we should hook up later.” She winked heading off, throwing a swagger into her walk to show off her ass.

Kross hadn't been staring at her ass but he was now. Shaking his head, he turned and walked into the library glancing around at the labyrinth of books. Either high schools had way more books, or this place was special, cause you could get lost in this place. Twenty feet from the door was a circular desk-like structure made of oak, the structure was raised up five feet in the air. Someone was sitting inside of it, because he could see their hat sticking up over it.

The hat was a conical affair, but instead of ending at a point, it hit the point and then wisped out behind it, shifting into a smoking trail that was almost like the hat had a pony tail. Considering the hat had a huge eye made of amethyst, and cloth shaped teeth he had to wonder if he was looking at a hat or somethings face. Demons came in all shapes and sizes after all. The teeth consisted of two large fangs projecting in the air on either side of the cone, with two smaller ones sitting between them.

Walking up to the desk he knocked on the wood with his steel gauntlet to get their attention. Standing up revealing the broad brim of her hat and her beautiful face, the principal smiled down at him.

“Oh good you're here.” The woman smiled.

“I thought you were the principal.” Kross cocked an eye confused.

“I am, I'm also the librarian. Staff shortage.” She shrugged, her massive tits jiggling.

“I need a history book.” He said.

“What you need is to listen to me. I read your file, all the way this time.” She smiled.

“You didn't before?” He frowned confused.

“I don't have time to keep up with what you miscreants are doing all the time. That's not the point, the point is, I know what you are, and you are going to help me clean this school up.” She smiled.

“Not interested.” Kross said turning around and walking toward the door.

“Kross, you have to stop suppressing what you are.” She growled at him.

“I know what I am.” He shrugged, still walking away.

“Then act like one, and help me fix this school!” She growled at him.

Kross stopped for a second, a soft sigh escaping his lips.