"Sir, you're not actually going to kill me, right?" The words, choked with fear, dripped from the man's lips as he crumpled to the cold, damp floor. Sivinov, a shadow in the dim basement light, felt a flicker of amusement his dark red eyes gave a glint of thrill while his light white hair darkened in the shadows of the basement.

"I'm sorry for being impolite, please forgive me!" The man whimpered, kneeling, his head bowed in a desperate attempt to appease the monster he'd unwittingly provoked.

Sivinov's lips curled into a cruel smile. "I don't do seconds," he said, his voice a low, guttural growl. The echo of his words hung in the air as he pulled the trigger. The deafening bang ripped through the silence, the man's pleas abruptly silenced.

"Why are there more idiots crawling nowadays?" Sivinov muttered to himself as he stepped out of the basement, leaving the body to fester in the darkness. He inhaled deeply, the stench of blood and fear clinging to the air like a shroud.

His mother, Zorya, a formidable figure with eyes that held the glint of steel, stood waiting. She had that unyielding, almost predatory air about her, the kind that made men tremble.

"I'm finished with that servant," Sivinov informed her, his voice flat, devoid of emotion.

"Good. Now… I have a task for you," she said, her voice laced with an icy command.

He sighed, weariness etched onto his face. "It's the seventh in a row nonstop. Can I do it in another day?"

His mother's eyes narrowed, her voice like a lash. "So you're going to relax at home while I struggle?!"

Sivinov gritted his teeth. "Alright."

"Send me the details," he commanded, her gaze fixed on him with an unnerving intensity.

He turned to leave, but his mother's hand shot out, her fingers clamping onto his arm, a vise-like grip that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Now that's more like my son!" she said, her voice dripping with a sickly sweetness that sent chills down his spine.

Sivinov wanted to wrench his arm free, but he knew better. He could feel her eyes burning into him, a suffocating weight. "Don't touch me," he thought, the words a venomous whisper in his mind.

The next day, a new student arrived at Bloodmoon Academy, a school for demons and humans. The air crackled with an unnatural energy, a mixture of sulfur and ozone, as if the very atmosphere was alive with unspoken magic.

"I wonder where this 'Sinov' guy is," the tour girl, a young woman with emerald green eyes and horns that spiraled gracefully, muttered to herself. "He's late by 10 minutes already..."

A boy with dark black hair and piercing red eyes, Sinov, walked over to her. "Who is this kid?" he thought to himself.

The girl startled, taking a step back. "AHH!!! Are you here to eat me!?" she exclaimed, her voice trembling.

"I don't eat little kids," Sinov said, crossing his arms. His voice was low and gravelly, almost like the rumble of distant thunder.

"I'm not a kid!" The girl countered, her voice gaining a bit of its confidence back.

"I don't care," Sinov said, his eyes scanning the area. "Do you know where 'Lena' is?"

"Oh, wait, are you the new student?" the girl asked, her curiosity overriding her fear.

"What do you think?" Sinov replied coldly.

The girl's eyes widened, a flicker of apprehension crossing her features. "The school didn't inform me he was a demon." she thought to herself. "I'm scared, what if he eats me?"

"If you're not going to help me out, I'll figure it myself," Sinov said as he turned and walked away.

"Wait! You're not allowed to venture around!" she called after him, her voice laced with panic. "Come back!"

Sinov bumped into someone, not looking where he was going. "What the hell is your problem?" the boy Sinov bumped into said coldly.

Lena, the tour girl, walked away, her heart pounding.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking," Sinov said, his tone changing to a softer, almost apologetic one. "Are you some new student?"

"Yeah, I'm from Siberia," Sinov replied.

"Is Fedorov your surname by chance?" the boy asked, his eyes narrowing.

"It's not... why are you asking this?" Sinov replied, crossing his arms.

"The entirety of the Fedorov family tree are Eclipsars," he murmured to himself. "This guy in front of me is also the same rare variant."

"Nevermind," he said, turning away.

"Wait, can you tour me around this place?" Sinov asked politely, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"Why should I help some unknown?" he asked, turning back.

"Because we're both demons?" Sinov said, tilting his head.

"What type of demon are you? I never met one so... non-competitive," the boy asked, a hint of disdain in his voice.

"I just don't like picking fights," Sinov replied, appearing innocent.

"Alright, I'll do it," the boy agreed.

"So you really do have a heart!" Sinov grinned.

"Don't get too close, my kind is cannibalistic. We especially like to eat Eclipsars," the boy warned, a cruel glint in his eyes.

"I'd like to see you try and eat me," Sinov teased, a spark of defiance in his gaze.

"The tour is gonna wait, we're already late by half an hour," he said, looking at his watch.

"I don't know where class 12S is," Sinov scratched his head.

"We're in the same class," the boy said, taking Sinov towards a large, imposing door marked with the number '12S'.

They arrived at the classroom, a dark, cavernous space with rows of desks that looked like they were carved from obsidian. A tall, shadowy figure stood by the entrance, his eyes glowing like embers.

"You're late," the professor said, his voice a low rumble that echoed through the room.

"Go to class first, I want to talk with that Eclipsar," the professor said, letting the boy in.

"Shouldn't you be in an all-Eclipsar school?" the professor asked, his voice laced with suspicion.

"What? I can't be in a normal school?" Sinov asked, his tone dripping with mock innocence.

"We don't allow Eclipsars to enroll, so how are you here?" the professor murmured, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Those arrogant Nighthaunts join Eclipsar schools whenever they want," Sinov replied, a playful smirk curling his lips. "So why is it so bad I pulled a few strings to join?"

"Please refrain from getting too close to me," the professor said, backing away slightly and crossing his arms.

"Shouldn't a teacher set a good role model for their students?" Sinov said, a wicked gleam in his red eyes as he entered the classroom. The students around him looked at him with a mix of fear and curiosity.

"This kid's attitude is comparable with Xinvex," the professor thought to himself, a shiver running down his spine.

Sinov entered the classroom, his red eyes scanning the rows of desks. The air was thick with the scent of sulfur and ancient parchment, a strange mixture of power and decay.

"Hey, is anyone sitting beside you?" Sinov asked the boy he bumped into earlier, the one with the cold stare and a smirk that hinted at hidden secrets.

"Yeah, so go find somewhere else to sit," the boy replied, not bothering to look up from the book in his hand.

"Too bad for them," Sinov said with a nonchalant shrug, sliding into the seat beside the boy.

"Oh, I haven't gotten your name yet," Sinov turned, his gaze focused on the boy, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

"Does 'Xinvex' ring any bell?" the boy asked, his lips curling into a smirk.

"Is it supposed to?" Sinov asked, tilting his head back slightly, feigning innocence.

"You know what? It's fine," Xinvex replied, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

"Is he pretending not to know?" Xinvex thought to himself, his eyes narrowed. "Or is this kitty unaware?"

"I've told you mine, what's yours?" Xinvex asked, leaning forward.

"Sinov!" Sinov replied, a bright smile spreading across his face.

"Sinov, stop talking and turn around," the professor's voice boomed through the classroom, a deep, gravelly sound that echoed like distant thunder.

"Alright," Sinov said, turning back to face the front of the classroom.

The professor began to drone on about the history of demons and their origins, his voice a monotone that seemed to lull most of the students into a state of semi-consciousness. The bell rang, signaling the end of class.

"Class is over now, get out of my face," the professor said, his eyes lingering on Sinov for a moment longer than necessary. He quickly exited the classroom, leaving a trail of dark shadows in his wake.

"Are you going to sleep through break?" Xinvex asked, leaning toward Sinov's desk, his gaze piercing.

"No... I still need you to tour me around this place," Sinov said, slowly tilting awake.

"Get up, we're not supposed to be in class," Xinvex told Sinov, standing up and scratching his head.

"So impatient..." Sinov murmured, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"Stop whining and follow me," Xinvex said, walking out of the classroom.

"How do energetic people even exist?" Sinov thought to himself, his eyes drooping with exhaustion. "I've barely put on this persona for half a day, and I'm already exhausted."

Xinvex led Sinov through the labyrinthine halls of Bloodmoon Academy, pointing out the various classrooms, the library, and the training grounds.

"Do you like watermelons? Apples? Bananas?" Sinov asked, a barrage of questions pouring out of him.

"You're an Eclipsar, you can't even eat any of these, why are you asking me?" Xinvex turned to face Sinov, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"I'm curious about what human food tastes like," Sinov mumbled, his gaze downcast.

"Humans are too scared to talk to me, and Nighthaunts see me as dinner," Sinov explained, his voice tinged with sadness.

"How come you're such a talkative demon?" Xinvex asked, pinning Sinov against a locker. "You're getting on my nerves."

"I was just trying to befriend you," Sinov flinched, his eyes wide with fear.

"I'm not here to make friends," Xinvex said, his voice cold and unyielding.

"I don't want to get eaten yet," Sinov said, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"I'm surprised you haven't been eaten yet, considering what a weakling you are," Xinvex said, releasing Sinov from his grasp.

"Watch your back, most Nighthaunts can't control their desires to eat Eclipsars," Xinvex said, turning to walk away, leaving Sinov alone with his racing thoughts.

"Tsk... I didn't know Xinvex would be so stupid," Sinov said with a grin, his red eyes glinting with mischief. "Does he really think I'm some random demon?"

Sinov waved goodbye to Xinvex, his smile still bright even as the shadow of Xinvex's chilling warning hung in the air. "Bye-bye!" he called out, his voice a cheerful melody that seemed out of place in the gloomy atmosphere of the Bloodmoon Academy.

Xinvex merely grunted in response, a flicker of disdain in his eyes as he turned and walked toward the sprawling parking lot. He spotted his mother's sleek black sedan parked near the edge, its tinted windows reflecting the shadows of the gothic architecture that surrounded them.

Xinvex slid into the passenger seat as his mother, a woman with piercing blue eyes and a sharp jawline that hinted at a lifetime of ambition, started the engine. The engine purred, a low growl that seemed to mirror the restless energy coursing through Xinvex's veins.

"Who was that?" his mother asked, her voice cool and sharp.

"He's my classmate," Xinvex replied, his gaze fixed on the dark cityscape outside the window.

"I thought we said no making friends for this mission?" his mother said, her voice a low, warning growl.

"There's no way he's a threat, he can barely defend himself," Xinvex said, crossing his arms. His words were laced with a dangerous arrogance, a sense of superiority that was ingrained in his Nighthaunt blood.

"If I noticed anything suspicious, I'll just leave," Xinvex added, his eyes now fixed on the reflection of his own face in the tinted window.

"If he distracts you from your mission, you'll know," his mother warned.

"On top of that, he's an Eclipsar, if you hurt him the whole school would know," his mother said, slamming on the brakes, bringing the car to a sudden halt.

"Wasn't my mission just to kill Iskander?" Xinvex asked, his voice edged with a hint of frustration.

"We still haven't received any news about Iskander's disguise," his mother said, stepping out of the car, her footsteps echoing on the pavement.

"Oh yeah, apparently there's another person after you, so watch your back," his mother warned him, her gaze sharp and unwavering.

"Currently, we aren't able to find out any more information," his mother said, her voice a low murmur.

"Be careful, don't leak any information to anyone," his mother warned, her voice stern and resolute.

"I won't, I'm going outside for a bit," Xinvex said, stepping out of the car, the air thick with the scent of sulfur and ozone.

"No smoking, no drinking, or snorting!" his mother called out after him.

"No promises," Xinvex replied with a smirk, heading towards the door.

"Or pregnancies!" his mother yelled, her voice filled with a mixture of exasperation and amusement.

Xinvex turned back, his eyes meeting his mother's, a mischievous glint in them. "Don't worry, I'm too busy focusing on my mission," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows, leaving his mother standing alone in the fading light. The silence was broken only by the distant howl of a wolf, a haunting melody that echoed through the night.