#buer blushenko

Nobody could ever know. It was a good thing that the staff of Babyls was very capable. Not a single soul outside of the room would know the truth about what happened today.

Especially not sweet, innocent Iruma. He would just continue living in hell, unaware of what transpired. He must never know the truth.

He will just continue to believe that he is somewhere far away from his parents. He will continue to think that they will never reach him again. Blissfully ignorant of their attempt.

Yes, it was better this way. There is no need for him to know that the slimly pathetic excuses of living beings wanted him back. No need to say they had summoned Lord Sullivan again, trying to make a new deal.

They would forever keep this encounter a secret. After all... nobody would miss two pieces of pond scum that have never been mentioned before. It wouldn't even be a cause to blink.

One can't miss something that was never there in the first place. Iruma was too soft still. Even if he was becoming more greedy and demonic by the day. There was worry he would instantly forgive them out of habit.

No, there would be no forgiveness for these two. Not for being a threat to one of the school's precious students. There was only pain.

So it might have lasted a while, prolonging the suffering of two disgusting bugs. But there was a lot of venting that occurred.

So what if Dali-San used experimental potions on them? Or that Suzy-San kept them in thorny vines? It was a great way to keep them still, as Robin-San used them for target practice.

What did it matter if Shichiro-San recorded the pain tolerance of their nervous system while March-San used every torture method known to demons? Or if Kalego-San had his Cerberus use them as chew toys?

After all, they could always be healed just enough to keep them alive. That is one of the reasons they have a great healer like Buer Blushenko on their staff.

No... it was something the entire staff participated in as a whole. No matter the screams or the smell. No matter the desperate pleads, they were not swayed.

Summary-

What if Ali didn’t think quickly enough to create Iruma a fake pair of wings?  What if Iruma actually got scars from his past hardships and trauma? What would the teachers of Babyls do when one of their beloved students tried to escape from their questions about his past? And to be honest, they really don’t know how to deal with a kid who has been through the most illegal form of torture in the entire Netherworld.

                  Chapter 1: Meeting Professor Balam for the First Time

“It’s most likely that Imaginary Creatures live in a peaceful environment. However, the Netherworld’s ecosystem is unforgiving.” Professor Balam stated after finishing his drawings on the chalkboard.

He then walked over to where Iruma was being held down by vines while talking to the class.

“ That's how we demons developed our wings.  In the race for survival, wings are essential tools.  Even without horns, you can escape safely as long you have…huh?!  ” There was a short pause when Balam try to search for Iruma’s wings. 

No matter how much Balam touches and felt around the young boy’s back, Balam couldn’t find any traces that Iruma had what pretty much all demons had.  The professor being shocked was an understatement, he was completely mortified at the chance that one of his students doesn’t possess any wings.

Balam can't or will not believe that a demon as young as Iruma had gone through the worst type of pain known to demon-kind.   Without wasting another second, Balam picked up Iruma and run in the direction where the teacher's lounge was located.

“Master Iruma!” Alice called his master's name as he and Clara watched the white-haired teacher carry Iruma like a sack of potatoes.

When Balam loudly slammed open the door it got the attention of all of the teachers who were currently occupying the room.  Buer Blushenko, Morax Momonoki, Marbas March, Orias Oswell, and Bars Robin then turn their focus onto the 2 new incomers.

“Pardon me! Someone!!” Balam shouted when entered the teacher's lounge.

“What’s the matter, Professor Balam?” Robin asked worriedly, not used to seeing the giant teacher in such a panicked state.

“It’s an emergency!  This boy doesn’t have any wings.” Balam then pointed to the sweating boy.  Everyone only raised an eyebrow at Balam's statement, knowing that he can sometimes jump to conclusions.  Buer only scoffs at Balam’s statement, pretty much all demons in the Netherworld have wings, it’s even more ridiculous for Balam to think someone young as Iruma has none. Buer then made eye contact with the blond Astrology teacher. Orias Oswell was thinking the exact same thing as his coworker. 

It’s common knowledge in the Netherworld that the few demons who are wingless are usually strong full grown demons who can defend themselves.  Not children who are learning the basics of magic.  It’s simply impossible or a miracle for Iruma to last this long in the Netherworld without any wings.

 “Of course he has wings,” Robin stated in his usually cheerful tone.

“He might just tuck his wings into his body.” Momonoki tries reasoning with her coworker.

“Or maybe they're just really tiny,” Orias suggested nonchalantly.

 “He doesn’t have wing roots,” Balam exclaimed, which made all of the teachers a little more suspicious of the boy. To ease everyone's nerves and his own, Robin decided he would be the one to check if Iruma really didn’t have any wings. 

No matter how much he twist and turn his way out of the giant teacher’s grip, Balam was just too strong for the human boy to even stand a chance of escaping.

     So many emotions and thoughts were running through Iruma’s mind, realizing this may be the end of the road for him.

“Nooooo, If I knew I was going to be eaten today, I would tell just how much I appreciate Grandpa and Opera for giving me a great life.  And what would Alice and Clara do once they found out that their own teachers had eaten their friend?” Time moves slower for Iruma as he remembers all of the memories he made with his best friends. 

“I never even get to tell them how much they mean to me, I never got to tell them that I’m actually human. 

 Alice, Clara, I’m sorry that I couldn’t keep my secret for just a little bit longer.” Iruma mentally apologized to everyone who had loved and cared for him as he accepted his faith.

Iruma only closes his eyes, hoping that his teachers will devour him quickly enough so he won’t feel anything.  After  5 seconds went by, Iruma wonder why he wasn’t in the demons’s stomach already. When he looked at his teachers for the first time after they saw his back, he didn't see hunger or any type of blood thirst in their eyes    

No one had their claws out,  no bite marks, no pain, just empty tense silence.

A hand-covered Momonoki’s mouth, trying her best to hold back a gasp.  Robin’s knees gave out as his body shake in horror. 

“His wings?!” Buer whispered under his breath.

“Those scars,” Marbas commented only to himself.

If only the clueless blue-haired boy knew that in the Netherworld, if a demon doesn’t have wings that doesn’t automatically mean that they are human.  For all his teachers know, Iruma is a young demon boy who has been through the most horrendous and traumatic experience that even most seasoned demons couldn’t handle.

Suzy: Warm honey milk, wet soil, green tea, apple crisps. Sooo I may be exaggerating quite a bit, but Suzy seems like a really homey person yk?? Like she's really bubbly and sweet but in the grandma down the street that cares for you just like her own grandchildren way. She would definitely smell faintly of flowers, and that would result in hints of jasmine and lavender, creating this calming and soothing aura around her. Also herbs and spices that lean into the warmer side, so honeysuckle, cloves, vanilla bean, thyme, sage and nutmeg, basically those spices that would taste real good when mixed up in milk. But there would also be some lighter notes, like citrus and mint, to add some energy and zest into her fragrance.

Buer: Clean linen, antiseptic, peppermint, herbal tea. I would think that despite his very stoic exterior, he would have this very fresh scent, almost piercing in a way. It's very invigorating, yet sharp. Maybe it's the scent of all that rubbing alcohol, or maybe it's his eucalyptus shampoo. Whatever it is, it's crisp and refreshing, almost overwhelmingly so.

Orias: Ocean breeze, chocolate, wisteria, lavender. Orias... is quite the two-faced guy. Mysterious and charismatic during the day, an anti-social recluse at night. Also I have no idea what I'm doing I just picked out what feels right?? He definitely has a sort of like clear/light scent, probably more on the refreshing side so I chose ocean breeze. But at the same time purple so like,,, lavender and wisteria. Yes. I am so so so sorry to all Orias lovers.

Kalego, during the flycing race

""Ho well, I'm going to have one less idiot" and "maybe we gonna have some bones to give back to his family"

meanwhile Buer, during the flying race

He wants EVERYONE to come SAFELY

There are two types of teachers, the one who gives no fucks and the one who gives too much fucks, and to be fair kalego acts like he's there against his will (and knowing sullivan, he probably is) and he's just been assigned the most difficult bunch of the year all compressed in one classroom.

And it was at the start of the year! Kalego didn't get a chance to get attached to his idiots! Meanwhile buer is there wanting everyone to be safe, there are no feelings attached here! /j