Well, no, I was making friends now.
The thought made me smile.
Lunch was fun, I’d spoken with the others about our History class, and they shared some spoilers for things I’d find out. Like how Lilith left Adam because she wanted her freedom, whereas he wanted her to serve him and please him.
She made her way to Hell, where she was free to be herself, and became mother to all demons.
Lucifer doesn’t have much to do with her, despite being King of Hell. He merely acts as a warden, keeping demons and damned souls in Hell. His true duty is to watch over the damned souls, so the rips in reality, little doorways to Hell, work against him and provide escape for some demons. But they aren’t his true task, so he leaves it to the angels to deal with them and either return them or destroy them.
I was in awe of everything I was learning, almost forgetting to finish the chicken salad I’d chosen for lunch.
Diane informed me that after the break we got after lunch, we would be going to weapons training class, then combat class.
We rotated between learning defensive and offensive tactics in our combat class.
I also learned that Monday and Wednesday were the only two days we all attended classes together.
All other days we were divided up and trained in two groups, with the students who’d been here the longest attending harder classes, while us newer students attended beginner and intermediate classes.
Which meant I wouldn’t be with my hellhounds all the time, which worried me.
My power training I’d done earlier with Mr. Baron was actually the workout time, where we all went to a gym inside the mansion to work on ourselves as well. Sometimes some of the other students would use this gym time to work on their abilities instead out in the gardens. Not Xander and I though, we were banned from practicing anything without an instructor present, which I understood.
Which led to me asking how Xander practiced his possession.
This turned into a lot of joking, as they had to hire humans to do tasks, such as gardening or repairs, and Xander would practice on them.
Dezikiel had the ability to wipe the moment from their mind and send them on their way, paid, of course.
I asked if he could wipe the memories of us students, which he said he couldn’t. He could only do it to humans, not demonics.
I was intrigued by his abilities, and wanted to know more, but he easily dodged my question hen I tried to ask, so I dropped it.
Instead, I conversed with Diane and my hellhounds as I finished off my juice, enjoying the warm feeling of acceptance and belonging.
I finally had somewhere I belonged.