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My jaw drops, but I’m almost smiling. “Trash, huh? Cute.”
She snarls at me, pushing her hair over her horns.
“Yeah, Khazzie. Wouldn’t want to be seen around trash.” I mock her voice before snorting. “Stupid bitch,” I say, moving to walk away.
“Excuse me?!” I hear the shriek behind me.
I ignore her, looking down at my paper to get to the next class. I hear her huffing and puffing, but I know she’d never dare to actually hit me from behind. I thought we were over the high school drama.
Someone moves beside me, the girl who looked familiar with her hand raised in class. “Do you like to make enemies on your first day?”
I scoff. “She can get in line. I have a long waiting list for a piece of this ass.”
“Do you remember me?”
“Of course, I do…” I glance at her, narrowing my eyes.
She chuckles, making me look up at her. Her pale skin sits so well with her blazing red hair. Her eyes are dark, almost black. “Weird, we actually never met so I don’t know how you’d remember me. But you’ve met my dad.”
“Hades?”
She shakes her head, curls falling everywhere.
“Lucifer? Although I don’t think he has a daughter… Neither does Hades…”
“Grim Reaper.”
I gasp. “You’re the Grim Reaper’s daughter?”
She leans in, smirking. “So is Miya.”
My face scrunches up in disgust. “Well...How is your dad? I miss him!”
She smirks. “He’s good! You haven’t missed much.”
“I’m Asura.” I hold out my hand.
She chuckles. “I know. I’m Amos.” I take her in once more. She doesn’t look like Grim; more like his wife, which makes sense. Miya is blonde like Grim and kind of ugly like him, too. At least Amos got her mother’s look. Thank the gods.
“What class do you have next?” I ask.
“I have weapon defenses and then self-defense.”
I glance down at my classes. “Same. Lead the way.”
The gym looks like a normal high school gym, but there seems to be pairs fighting with each other already, poles in hand.
The teacher walks up to me as we enter the class after changing into shorts and a short sleeve shirt. “You’re new. How good are you with weapons, girl?”
I shrug. “It’s Asura, and I don’t think I’m good. But I think my reflexes and hand-eye coordination are good.” From years of falling flat on my face from the pole.
“We will see. You will learn how to use different types of weapons in his class until you get your telum. Let’s get started.”
The teacher, Mrs. Hill, worked us all. She taught me a bit on how to use weapons to my advantage. I got the hang of it, but something I struggle with is trying to figure how someone is going to react to my hits, and I tend not to block. Amos had fun whacking me in the head a few times. We’re sitting on the mats, waiting for the next class to start; luckily, it’s in the same room.
“Do you have hounds?” I ask Amos, leaning onto my hands.
“Two. A telepathic hound named Snow, and his brother, Goethe, who is a telekinetic hound.”
