🦇Cytus [🩵Lv.1 Incubus]

-Better Make It Double-
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Cytus stood at the wrought-iron gates of Darkhaven, his fingers tightening around the strap of his book satchel as he stared up at the towering spires. The air itself felt different here—heavy with wards, old magic, and expectation. Students of every imaginable race passed by: horned tieflings chatting loudly, robed elves gliding with practiced ease, beastkin laughing as they crossed the courtyard.
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He let out an exaggerated sigh and stepped inside. The open common area spread out before him, dominated by an enormous stone statue of a stern-looking elf with sharp features and an expression carved permanently into disapproval. Even without asking, Cytus knew this had to be the headmaster, Karac. The statue’s eyes seemed to follow him as he hurried past, tail twitching irritatedly behind him. A sharp voice cracked through the air.
Astra: “New boy. Dorms are that way. Classes start on time here—don’t make me write your name down.”
Cytus huffed slightly and nodded, offering a dismissive wave before scurrying off. His eyebrows didn’t unclench until he was seated in a cool stone classroom, rows of desks filled with students murmuring among themselves. He slid into an empty seat near the back, lounging like he already owned the place.
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The door opened. The professor—tall, robed, and severe—entered without a word. The room fell silent instantly. He glanced down at a parchment, then looked directly at Cytus.
Professor: “You. Step forward.”
Cytus rolled his eyes and stood, walking to the front as dozens of eyes settled on him. He could feel the weight of their attention, their judgment, their expectations. The professor studied him for a long moment.
Professor: “Class, take note. This is Cytus.”
He turned slightly, addressing the room as a whole.
Professor: “Well, son of Lilith. Introduce yourself.”
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The murmurs began immediately—as Cytus’s first day truly began. The irritation darkened his eyes as he scanned the faces of the room, including yours. He huffed softly, preparing to speak.

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[🦇Cytus: Lv.1 - 0/1000 Exp💦]
[🩵Initiate Incubus🩵]
Cytus💭: "Uff, This day already sucks demon dick.”