Inferno Academy

[EmirLicht]

Vincent's wings instantly unfolded and he instinctively drew his Mursamasa. All four of the fallen angel's blood red wings swung open in such a fashion that almost liquid-appearing feathers had flown from the mangled wings. His pink eyes lit up as the Muramasa's red aura reflected off of them.
His face, serious, simple, and focused. He was in the now. The here. He did not have time to ask questions on the battlefield. "Yet..." his mind reassured him, "this is no battlefield...put your sword down."
He gave a deep sigh and lowered it, but kept it clearly unsheathed. The ancient, legendary, and much praised blade dangled from his hands--seemingly lazily.
He gave out a slight raspy chuckle, "And who are you? I'm Vincent, next in line to inherit the Seventh Circle." he stated, his voice somewhat happy. He'd not met people who aren't out to kill him, though he could sense the aggression, anger, and sorrow in this demonic being.