demonic student union

Chloe forced herself to walk to the DSU meeting, and she left her human shape charm in her purse. She felt exposed, wary the entire time, even with Ozerchabal following her around. But still, she was seen out in the open. She wasn't hiding. She didn't look afraid, even if she felt it. It would...

Rory was curious by the idea of the Demonic Student Union. No doubting that. As a devout Roman Catholic, the idea of a support group for Demons was too surreal. She couldn't say she felt hostile toward the Demonic members of society here, but then, she hadn't really taken it in, either. There...

The DSU had their own room in the back of the restaurant. It was a sort of fast casual place - sandwiches, soup, pasta, salads, that sort of thing. Nice enough, but not too expensive. This little get-together had been announced at the last several club meetings. Chloe wasn't at the head of the...

Chloe's arrival had a serious impact on all the rabble. They howled like animals and frothed at the mouth with their hate. They would run her down and tear her apart if they weren't penned into their designated protest space, or if the police and the media weren't watching so closely. "LOCK...

Down the road into the forest, Chloe's caravan approached a gate with a sign over it. "Maro's Children's Home," it read. Chloe was pleasantly surprised that this sign hadn't been destroyed yet; she wondered how long this one had been here. Chloe's car was at the front. While her chauffer...

The DSU meeting was over. It wasn't a very outstanding meeting. Finals were coming up, so the club was scaling back its activities for now. Chloe did her obligatory plug for the dark magic related summer programs (it still wasn't too late to sign up!) and talked about a few upcoming social...

Lucas had taken to using his demon form. To he honest he wasn't exactly sure he had ever walked around school in it minus a few times. This was big for him, he understood the pressure that being demon put on demons. You were automatically the bad guy and there was rarely room for improvement...

Wednesday. Late afternoon. Chloe sits alone in a swivel chair at the front of an unused classroom. The posters announcing this date and time had been hung from walls in hallways and the student lounge and the dining hall. Each one was hand-written and hand-drawn by the Imperator Daemonicus...