DEATHS THIRST #1

"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.

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