The train cars always smelled a tad like rotting meat, but there was little one could do. What with so many demonic presences, none of the staff ever bothered to do a little "sweeping" of whatever Abyssals decided to hang around after their former human hosts stepped off the train. Luckily, said Abyssals had no chance at possessing the train itself; it was already held by a Western Demon bound by a pact.
Nevertheless, it was always a bit uneasy with so many individuals walking about having some sort of infernal soul attached to them in some way. Young children hung onto dolls, likely possessed by an Abyssal. Eastern warriors displayed rusted swords containing the spirits of Oni. Imps devilishly twiddled their fingers sitting beside their respective masters. One could've sworn that the next suite over held a flesh and blood Western Demon too big to stand properly.
The train was narrow and its windows were ornate. It was rickety, but by the decorations around, one could assume this train was not to be scoffed at, especially considering the train could hear you. Outside, dark waters rippled past reflecting the train's own shining carapace. Land distanced itself from the train slowly, as if backing away in fear, or watching patiently as the infernal carrier was finally out of sight; it made sure the train actually left.
Their destination was Gerasas Academy, a tremendous establishment situated atop the craggy isle of Gerasas within an equally enormous lake. Before long, land was but an afterthought as the lake overtook the horizon completely. Leading directly to the gates of the university, none could look out the window and see ahead to gaze at its black spires and fiery windows. They had to await for a complete stop before they could see their future place of residence and education.
For many, however, it might end up being their place of death.
But few cared for such a possibility. Such words were written in the fine print of their letters, and what with all the demonic activity worldwide, it wasn't like they were avoiding death anytime soon. Here they were to be trained to defy death in all his forms, or employ his scythe themselves.
Many rooms lined the train carts, housing demons and humans alike, and even amidst the train's commotion, their rabble and speech could be heard from within the halls. What strange forms and people lied within them? And what would the future hold for the young diabolists who aspired to rise at Gerasas Academy?
Fame? Death? Or something greater?