Kore woke up. Ugg, first day of high school. I don't wanna go, she thought as she put on her new school uniform. Kore walked downstairs into the dinning room of the orphanage. She sat down and started shoveling pancakes into her mouth. When she was done she grabbed her bag and headed out. Kore trudged up the hill to Akuma High School. Man, whoever named this school has a creepy sense of names. Seriously, DEVIL High School, she thought. Once she arrive, Kore walked over to where class rosters were posted. She looked for her name in the class rosters for first years. She wasn't there. Kore looked to the side and saw a class roster for... Class A-666. Hmm, Class A-666, Ive never heard of that class. Oh wait, I think I remember my mom talking about that. Who am I kidding, I DONT HAVE A MOM. But anyways, in all seriousness, Class A-666!?!?!?!?!? Really, now its Class A-SATAN!! WTF!!!! Kore thought as she walked over to Class A-666's roster. She saw her name at the top along. She recognized some of the names that belonged to seniors. How are they going to teach us, if we have people in different grades in our class? Kore wondered. She then walked up the stairs to the fourth floor. Kore walked into Class A-666. She was the first to arrive.

The though of school had been a mystery to him, being rich he'd be home schooled throughout the entire past of his life, he wasn't too able with socialising, however he'd be able to do anything if it would benefit him in the longer run of things. He sat gloriously in one of the grand couches of the very vast, decorated and beautiful living room of the Primus Manor. In the room with him were seven guards, all placed in strategical positions. It had always amused him how the Primus family valued number rather than quality. He'd seen them train on a number of occasions and he could safely say that the royal guard in his possession would be able to down almost every guard in the Primus family without question. He'd always thought of himself as an Emperor, befitting of anything given to him and able to perform anything asked of him. As he contemplated over the Legion itself, the 9 royal guards under his command and the almost endless numbers of soldiers fighting crime he had a chuckle before taking the final sip of his drinking and standing up, clad in the most beautiful of suits, covered in a slight lining of golden colour at the edges of the suit itself and two diamonds placed on the lapel around his neck.

''Take me to this Akuma High School.'' He commanded with a surprising amount of authority, almost affecting the physical world itself with only his words. ''As you command, my lord.'' Said the head butler and escorted him to the second of a three car convoy covered in tinted windows. He slowly walked down the stairs of the grand manor and as he did this the Butler rushed to the car and opened the back seat door, allowing Augustus to simply walk in and sit down in the very comfortable back-seat. The car he sat inside looked like a limo, a more armoured limo with clear modifications in term of protection. The two cars in front and behind the limo were also heavily armed with guards and the cars armour itself.

Once at school the convoy stopped, the butler walked out, opened the door and out came Augustus, looking like a true king he walked in the center of attention, in a separate world of his own, surrounded on all sides by people who wanted to see the class board, yet they made way for him once he'd arrived. Class A-666, how convenient. He thought as he finally found his name on the list, as he turned around he found that almost every student were gazing at him as if he was out of place, as if he belonged in a grander place, personally he thought that they were right, however this also held a good authority over others, seeing as he was thought of as grander than the average human.

As he made his way though the school and onto the fourth floor he found himself walking just behind a more average woman than himself. As she walked in she must not have seen him at the corner of her eye. He walked in without curiosity or question, seeing as this was the only room on the fourth floor and that all the other rooms were to few and too low in number, therefore he was without doubt at the right location.

''Greetings, commoner.'' He said casually and rather monotonously as he found his way into the center of the front, which belongs to the teacher and the teachers podium. He stared straight at the woman with uncaring eyes, blank of expression and spoke again. ''How do you do?

ryuu walked up to the bord and fond his class room. "hmm the number of the beast in the school of a deamon. this is going to be fun" he thought to himself. he walked over to the class room and sat down, noticing two students in the room. "morning" he sead as he waved. (sry for this poast being so short, the website ate my first post)

Chikao ran. "I am so going to be late!" he thought. Normally it didn't matter but the first day was a different thing. Every minute late was a minute out of socializing. He took a shortcut through his neighbour's yard, knowing that people who lived there wouldn't be home at the moment. He stopped for a minute to pet their old dog. The boy had been there so often that the dog had already gotten used to him.

When Chikao arrived to the school yard he had to stare the clock for a moment. According to it, he had arrived at school in the same time he had left home and top of it all, he had made it in time. That made no sense at all. But then the class roster stole his attention. At Chikao's home his mother was turning his alarm clock and the clock in the kitchen back into the right time.

In the roster stood the most interesting class number Chikao had ever seen: 666. "This is really an interesting school", he thought. "Hopefully I'm in that class." Chikao's wish was granted, he really found his name there. He jumped couple of times before running to the class with all his might. He really wanted to see what kind of people there were.

There were only three people in the class. "Wow, I really am early", Chikao thought.
"Hello!" he shouted. "Are you some sort of demons or why are you in this class?"

Hana watched with a bored look as students ran about, trying to get to their classes on time the first day. Having been roaming about the school early this morning, Hana had already checked to see which class she'd be in. Class A-666. That was really clever, obviously a prank set to target a few unlucky students. She wouldn't be fooled, however, for the sake of having a good time, she would go to the assigned class when she felt like it. Leaning against a wall in the hallway just around the corner from her classroom, Hana pulled out her phone to check the schools roster and see which class she would really be in this year. The data encrypting and loading took a bit longer than she would like, but eventually she got in.

"Now, lets see here. Yukio... Yukio.... ah. There I am." she said as she found her name and clicked it. Oe would be surprised how many hana's there were in the world. A frown rose to her face when the Class A-666 popped up again. "How interesting." she said, slipping her phone into the pocket of her crisp school uniform. She like it. It was simply, but the skirt was way too short as usual. With a sigh, she reminded herself to order a bigger size. Last year she had been smaller, but she gained a bit of weight, making her normal deathly skinny frame actually the prober teen girl's size. It was a bit frustrating, but eh. Fat was fat.

Slowly she would make her way to the classroom and saw that a few other people were already there and sitting down. She gave an odd entry pose as she introduced herself. "Hey everyone. The name's Hana. Remember it." she said with a smile before taking an empty seat.

As more and more people entered the classroom he was caught by surprise, whilst everything was more on-point, it suddenly became slow and casual, there was this one man whom asked a wonderful question. Are we demons? He thought to himself and smiled, glaring towards the man he answered quite confidently with a terrifying smile on his lips. ''Hell, I'm the Devil.'' He said and became silent once again, returning to the same monotone and casual facial appearance. He followed the movements of this interesting man and suddenly he was caught yet again by another figure.

She had just started to perform an out-of-the-ordinary anime like entrance, something he'd heard from some of his more Japanese bodyguards speaking about when he'd walked past them in the manor. Ooh..? School seems like an interesting place, for me to play around, that is. He thought to himself. She wasn't a bad looking woman but her entrance gave him a very interesting view of her, she seemed worthy to investigate, even more so than the previous figure who had just entered the room. In reply he spoke to her, rather coldly and unforgiving, in a way that would cut into the mind.

''I will.'' He said and looked at her, straight into her eyes and followed her moves from there. He'd taken the center place in this classroom and he though himself worthy to stand there, without regard. He thought to himself that they should sit down and he'd stand up, however he felt that school was random, he expected himself to not reign supreme long, he'd heard about teachers and he, for some reason, didn't expect the same favouritism he though himself worthy of, so rather he slowly moved to the windows, still standing, but not in the center of it all. He patiently glared down the entrance, expecting someone to enter.

Kore pulled out her phone. Her mom had installed an app that let Kore watch the news from her phone. Kore pulled out a set of earbuds and started watching the news. There was a report about a murder that had occurs the previous nigh. It was done by the serial killer Elise. I am all over the news. That is awesome! Kore thought. She stood up, " Guys, and Hana, apparently a politician was found dead in an alley last night. They found a caset player playing Fur Elise next to the body and a message that said ♥️U-Elise. The police believe Elise did it." Kore waited to see their reactions. She had been sure to mention facts that were only stated in the news broadcast.

Tap, step. Tap, step. Tap, step.

Yamada left his ground apartment carrying his bag over one shoulder, a paper cup coffee in one hand and leaning heavily on a cane with the other. He'd been lucky enough to find an apartment close to the school, however small it might be. The notion to burn it down crossed his mind. He'd yet to set fire to somewhere people actually lived, strangely enough. It might be a little close to home however, so perhaps another building might do.

Yamada limped the length of the hallway, hugging the right hand wall and avoiding centre where people tended to rush. He bypassed the administration office rather than stop to take a key for the elevator. Checking the class roster now, he noted that his homeroom was on the fourth floor and resolved to leave earlier in the morning to avoid being late. With only a passing glance to gauge how full the class would be, Yamada turned to head for the stairs. The class number stirred his interest only on the most basic level. It was interesting, but not likely to impact anything.

With each step his bag swung on its strap and tapped him gently on the hip. Reaching the first landing, he stopped and leaned against the wall, pulling off the bag and adjusting the strap so that it would be snug diagonally across his back. Retrieving the cane, he finished the long climb to the top floor. He finished the coffee paces from the classroom door. Crushing the cup in one hand, he tossed it into the garbage and limped into the classroom, finding himself to be one of the last to arrive.

Isao's cheeky grin matched his bouncing steps. The pink-haired boy kept his eyes roaming around and about as he entered the classroom. Class A-666... It was an interesting name, nonetheless one he was unsure about. Ahhh... what did he have to work with, in here? Coincidentally, he was just in time to hear Kore's little bit about the serial killer, the one that was all over the news lately. Politicians found dead... As long as there wasn't a target on his back, he supposed it shouldn't matter. But why was the little girl so keen and excited about it? What a weirdo, he almost gave a laugh as he navigated to sit in a seat closer to the back of the classroom.

"Ah, so uppity about a serial killing." He remarked to Kore. "As fascinating as it is, it makes me curious about you." It wasn't that much of an off-handed statement to make. He made sure he did so with a wry, but not mocking grin. His vivid blue eyes roamed over to peer at the girl curiously, before diverting to look at Augustus.

Hmm... sexy.

But Augustus didn't look like the friendly type, more like the dangerous type. Whatever, he'd still dig it. Isao had a habit of getting friendly with all genders; it honestly didn't matter to him. He was thoroughly fascinated by all of these eccentric figures. It was definitely clear that his fickle need and want for entertainment would be fulfilled here. Kore was cute, but he wouldn't let that fool him. There was no telling how many secrets each person within here held. Dangerous situations could come to light, and fast.

Chikao was mindly suprised by the white-haired boys answer. That person just didn't look like someone who would react to his joke by any other way than arrogance or possibly anger. Chikao grinned back. There was probably an interesting person behind that blank expression.

A quite cute girl arrived in class. Chikao burst into laughter when she did an odd entry pose. It was possibly not the best first impression from him, but he just couldn't help himself.
"Well, it would be quite hard to forget it", he said in a tone which was hard to interpret. Was he making fun of the girl or praising her attitude, even Chikao himself wasn't sure.

A pink-haired girl told that Elise had murdered someone again.
"So she did it again", Chikao laughed. "Hopefully that Elise is at least beautiful so the poor politician could think that he was killed by an angel. But wait, no one currently alive had seen Elise, right? Where do we know that it's she? What if Elise is actually he and is only making people think that it's she? Where do we know?"
Chikao laughed at his conspiracy theory. Elise was pretty much the only interesting thing currently in news aside from some new thing regarding to chemistry. He had come up with quite a nice amount of conspiracy theories about the killer. None of them was nothing but an imaginative possibility without any sort of evidence, but creating them was a lot of fun.

Kore put away her phone just as the teacher walked in. He stood at the head of the classroom and addressed the entire class (all 27 students).
" You are probably wondering what you are doing in this class. Well, I'm going to tell you that. Welcome to Class A-666, the class of secrets. Every student here has a secret. Your job is to collect as many secrets as you can and write them in the journal I will hand out. Any method is allowed. You have the entire 4th floor. On the 4th floor there is; this classroom, a kitchen, a sowing room, two rooms with beds in them, bathrooms, an art room, a lounge, and a chemistry lab. There are also lockers in the hall. Each of you will receive a locker. The students with the most secrets will graduate," the teacher said as he started to walk around the classroom handing out black notebooks. Kore looked in here's. On the page that had her name was the name 'ELISE' and a drawing of a piano. Kore closed the book. She tucked it into her bra. Ha, now no one can steal it, Kore thought. She had to keep her secret, well, secret.

A young female wandered into the classroom where she saw various students and a teacher was passing out some black books.

"Uhhh.. excuse me but I just got here...... Where do I go and put my belongings or do I need to stay here then find my room...... I am a bit confused at the moment." she spoke then shook her head for a few seconds before she continued speaking. Small heart shaped bells that hung from the top of her ears rang into her ear.
"My name is Miranda."

Ryuu looked at his note book. it had a shatter double helix and the word mimetic on his page. he looked at the other pages, which where blank except fore a different name on each page. realizing that his was prity hard to copy, he came up with a plan only he could posablie pull of. "any means posable.... i wonder how far some people will take it. lets hope that those that take it to a extreme stay away from me."

The teacher looked at Miranda." Have someone explain to you what I just explained to the class. And once I hand you your notebook you are free to go wherever you wish," he told her as he handed her her notebook.

"Ok..... Thank you." Miranda spoke with a worried voice. She tucked the black book in her purse and carried her luggage with her as she walked up to a guy (Ryuu) and spoke to him.

"Hi. I'm new here and my name Miranda. The lady said to asked someone to tell me what she told the whole class. Could you help me, please?"

Chikao grinned as he listened to the teacher. The year would definitely be most interesting. He thought that the teacher had just came up with a secret for everyone, because anyone couldn’t know his most important one. That was just plain impossible, no one had ever caught him. Chikao’s eyes started to glimmer when the teacher told everything their class had. It was like from a dream. Two sleeping rooms for one class! His friend had told that in his school the whole school had only four beds. If everything there was so flashy, the lab had to be awesome. Chikao started to dream about everything he could possibly steal from there. Test tubes were necessity, for he had broken plenty of them in his latest experiment, but what especial could he find? Teacher gave Chikao his notebook and the boy started to skim pages.

Chikao stared his page. It was filled with chemical equations and ways to sneak into places, all of which he had done. He closed the notebook instantly. Who has done this notebook and how does he or she know my secret? I’m sure I have never been noticed. Suddenly the fun little game changed into something way more serious. I may end up in jail if someone finds out! And of course everyone is now trying to find out! The likely fancy lab started to look like a trap which was set for him. Chikao prayed it wasn’t that great, otherwise he couldn’t keep himself from stealing there for too many days. There were other, safer, places he could steal test tubes from.

I wonder what sort of secrets others have. Well, I doubt anyone has anything worse than mine. He laughed at himself. If that were the case, he would be in a class of criminals which was impossible, absolutely impossible. Still, teacher’s words kept echoing in his head. “Any method is allowed.” That was not something teacher would normally say, not at all. Anyhow, he had to find secrets. Keep your friends close but enemies closer.

“Interesting, huh?” Chikao said to Kore and smiled cocksurely. “I wonder what sort of secret a girl like you has.”

Kore ignored Chikao and left the class room. Plenty other students had as well. She walked into the bathroom to wash her face when another student walked in after her. Kore picked up her bag and was about to leave when the others student bumped into her. The bottom of Klre's bag ripped. The entire bottom fell off, revealing an array of knives,
"I guess that means you'll be my first secret, little peon," Kore told the girl. The girl backed up into one of the stalls. Kore followed after her. She threw two knives. They nailedr he girl in the lungs."And the third," Klre said as she threw the third knife. Kore walked Over to the dying girl. She opened the girls notebook and copied her secrets into her notebook. Kore then tore out the girl's page in the girls notebook. Kore then put down a caset player and started up the caset. She left. There wasn't a single drop of blood on Kore.
"Sorry little peon, my secrets a secret," Kore whispered as she walked into the sewing room. She needed to fix her bag.

Ryuu sat there for a bit trying to fit togeather the best explanation of what they had to do for the new girl. Finally he had one. "See that note book. There is a page with your name on it. Don't let anyone see it. At the same time fill all of the other pages with the images in other peoples books. Oh and we have this whole floor and we are alowd to do anything to get the pages. Now if you'll excuse me, the hunted is about to become the hunter."
He stould up and went to the sewing room, looked around for some thread and a needle. Grabbing boulth, he went over to his locker, making Shure that no one was around, and placed his book in it, ceeping it open. He pushed himself up agenst a near by wall, that still allowed him to see the book. As he stould there his skin started to change, gaining the look and texture of the wall behind him. (his clothes changed as well, seeing that they where custom designed to change with him) now all he had to was wait for some one to come and take the bait

His mouth and his facial expressions remained calm, he was untouched by what the teacher gave and said to him and the remainder of his class. Once he had opened the notebook he couldn't help but mentally smile whilst remaining calm on the outside. He caught a glimps of several worried classmates, they must be some interesting secrets. Augustus could simply call in Legion, murder everyone and pay off the police making it into a crazed lunatics work instead. However that'd be no fun, seeing the pain of others was his calling, he was a ruthless sadist without any remorse.

He was caught by surprise by a classmate who walked up to him as he stood by the window of the teachers part of the classroom. "Y-you! W-what's your s-secret! Tell me! O-or else..!" Augustus was threatened. By a simple lesser. Perpousterous. "Silence dog, who gave you the righ to even glance upon me?" The classmate had an obvious sharp object in his pocket, poorly hidden, the lesser was an obvious noob. "You will do well to not even come back here unless you hold your parents dear." Augustus slowly reached to te mans pocket and quickly took out what seemed to be a knife without his notice. "I should mark you so that you know which farm to go back to, dog." Augustus calmly stated as he dragged the knife onto his face once, across the mans cheek forming what would ultimately be the Roman numeral for 1. Blood started to come out of the wound and water started to cover the mans eyes. "Begone and don't return, you no longer exist so dont cloud my vision with your filthy lies."

Augustus stared down the man whom was previously his classmate, he started to go teary and ran away in terror, leaving only Augustus left alone in the classroom shoving some dirt from his beautiful suit worthy of an Emperor. Now, should I take the initiative or should I just survive to kill the final one? Augustus thought to himself as he walked past the women's washing room.

He heard the melody which would plague many minds, the song of Elise. He heard it coming from the womens toilet and he, simply by that made certain that the killer was most likely a woman, and most likely someone from Akuma High School. This changed the situation drastically. I might have to set up a perimeter around this school, after all. He thought as he went into the women's toilet and investigated the room, making sure to stain some blood around the room once he came upon the truly classic Elise murder with his knife, giving him an alibi against suspicioun by anyone who heard the song, since he was completely clean and the bathroom was covered in school girl blood, he then threw the knife into the right breast of the woman as if bullseye and kneeled down to investigate further, once he made sure he could not possibly be declared the murderor by any passers by.

He found the very faint outline of a shoe outlined by faint layers of blood, leading to a seperate room. He decided to stay by the crime scene and wait in any people by playing the Elise song.

Chikao had started a chat with one of his classmates. It was like a game, Chikao tried to get closer to her secret and the girl cleverly dodged every question. Her notebook was still on a table and another game was going around it. Chikao tried to get it and the girl was always happily stopping him. He tried giving her a movie poster which was between a magazine he bought the day before and attempted to cover the notebook with it, so he could take a peek. The girl realised easily what he was trying to do and took her notebook in her hand.
“Wow, such a cool poster and I really loved the movie!” she said. “Can I seriously get it?”
“Yeah, go ahead”, Chikao said. The girl took the poster, put it into her bag along with her notebook and journal and left. She was clearly happy with herself, for she had avoided all Chikao’s questions and tricks. Chikao was happy too. His plan B or C, he wasn’t really sure which one he should call it, had succeeded perfectly. The girl hadn’t let him to peek her notebook but she had been more careless with her journal. Chikao had been able to skim it from behind the poster and had found the girl’s home address.

Chikao decided to leave the class as well and look around. He walked in the hallway, wondering where to start. That’s when he heard it, Elise’s song. No way! Every time when Chikao had read a piece of news about Elise he had been fascinated by that craziness. He had always thought that Elise was something distant, something that only existed on the pages of newspaper. He started to run towards the song which had not belonged to his world until that moment.

As Chikao came closer he was more and more frightened, but even more than that, he was curious. Heart racing like a racehorse, he stepped into girls’ closet.

A dead girl lay on the floor. If Chikao had been alone he might have thrown up. He was not, though. The guy who had called himself the devil was there too.
“Are you the first who found the body?” Chikao asked. Wait, what if he is the murderer? Then I’m so gonna get killed. But there isn’t any blood on him and he doesn’t look like a criminal surprised at the crime scene so I guess not… He realised that even if “devil” was not the murderer, it was way highly likely that murderer was from his class. “Every student here has a secret.”
“Her notebook!” Chikao shouted. “Is it on her bag untouched? If the murderer was after it, she or he is definitely one of our classmates!”