Come forth, ye who were born of the darkness.
Ye who loves the withered spring grass, the dry well,
the blood of the lizard.
Who lies at ease by a grave, who rests in the storm.
Come, demon!
I am your master!
Form a pact with me!
Wh-Who are you?
Where is the Elector?
If you want to keep your soul, you'll take me to him.
What's the meaning of trespassing in my school, you megalomaniac?
I'd advise you to watch your tone, William.
Excuse me?
Who do you think paid your tuition?
I-It couldn't be...
It certainly could.
Who else would it be?
Of course, I'll be happy to call off the debt
if you choose me as interim ruler of Hell.
I'm not going to indebt myself to some demon!
There's no telling when more of us will show up
once word spreads that the Elector has appeared.
I won't ever leave your side.
That's not your decision!
I refuse to accept this!
Morning, Twining. You up?
Of course. Who do you think you're talking to?
What a model prefect.
Likewise, Swallow.
Let's go, or we'll be late for mass.
What is the most important thing in this world?
The Lord told us His two greatest commandments are
to love God above all others,
and to love your neighbor as yourself.
I shouldn't be surprised he's not here.
But did Dantalion really pay my tuition?
No, that's impossible.
I'm a realist.
A demon paying tuition is just preposterous.
Something on your mind, Twining?
Oh, if I'm wrong, then never mind.
I'm fine.
Good, glad to hear it.
Wait a second, Swallow!
Actually, can I ask you a favor?
Sure, no problem.
But...
Two prefects in the same place?
This is perfect.
Father Crosby? What can we do for you?
Lately, I've felt an evil presence in our school.
Evil presence?
Yes.
So please, tell the students to inform me immediately if anything happens.
Of course.
Yes!
All right! We won, Dantalion!
It has to be him.
Hey, William!
Your human sports are so easy, I'm getting bored!
Though, if they were to beg me, I wouldn't mind playing again...
Don't you remember your pretext for being here, you idiot?!
Huber's quite an intelligent lad,
but until recently he had to be home schooled due to poor health.
Twining!
As a prefect, it's your job to keep an eye on him.
You're being foolhardy!
Don't be so nitpicky.
Hey, where are you going?
You're my one and only Elector!
Enough!
I refuse to involve myself in non-scientific nonsense!
What are—
Shut up!
My mind won't be changed.
Don't approach me, associate with me, or talk to me!
You...
Master Dantalion!
Emergency!
What happened?
It appears Baalberith's forces are making a move.
Please return to Hell at once!
Baalberith?
Understood.
You two, keep your eyes on William at all times!
Sir!
Damn it! Bugger off, you vermin!
Vermin?!
We're not monitoring you because we like you!
Quiet, you riffraff!
What on earth is wrong with William?
Tuition...
I need to make sure I pay my own way next semester.
Drat!
I should've at least brought a spoon back from the manor.
A silver one would've been worth some cash...
What is it now?!
Sorry...
Isaac?
Well?
I need to talk to you...
Sorry, I don't have time to listen to your occult fairy tales.
No, it's not about that...
Good day, William.
Pleased to meet you. I'm Sytry Cartwright.
Nice to meet you.
And? If you're here to tell me you met a fellow occultist, I'm not interested.
Actually...
He's the one who wants to talk to you.
If he's trying to get in the good graces of a prefect, then...
Oops.
Was I interrupting? Should I come back?
No, wait. Let's talk outside.
Here.
These are the scholarship applications you asked me for this morning.
You got these already?
Thank you.
Don't mention it.
Still, for the heir to the Twining family to be going after scholarships...
I'm impressed.
Paying your own way is a good example for the clowns
with no goals or aspirations, who're here wasting their parents' money.
I can't tell him my family's gone bankrupt,
and I had to get a demon from Hell to pay for me...
Bye!
Thanks, Swallow!
Drat, should I just try and skip another grade?
But they say the current valedictorian's the greatest genius in school history—
There's a better way than scholarships.
You were listening?
My uncle is always
on the lookout for promising young men to sponsor.
Young Parisian artists, up and coming actors,
and of course, struggling students.
I'm sure he would approve of you.
So he'd be my patron, essentially?
Precisely.
Of course, you would need to meet with him first.
Consider it a test.
Sounds too good to be true.
Besides, I always admired you.
Top of the class since the day you started school,
and you've skipped two grades already!
I'm sure that, after a talk with you,
my uncle will take interest in you.
Right, Isaac?
Oh, probably, yes.
Well, I suppose it can't hurt to meet him.
Why don't you come to our manor on the next holiday?
Sounds good. I'll talk to my house steward about it.
Cartwright, is it?
I certainly appreciate the offer.
Please, call me Sytry.
And you're very welcome, William.
I'm the greatest!
No well-informed man would allow
a promising youth like me slip away!
Finally, I can rid myself of that pesky demon!
Isaac?
What's he doing out at this hour?
It's nearly time for evening roll call.
Bloody hell...
As prefect, I'm held responsible when people break the rules!
Eternal, almighty Father...
I call upon thee, o creator of Heaven and Earth.
Thou who created me, thy humble human servant,
I pray to thee—
Isaac!
William?
What're you doing?
You imbecile.
I told you to drop this foolish occult nonsense!
Don't interrupt me!
I'm doing this for you, too!
What? Why me?
The only way to get rid of that demon
is to summon an angel that's at least as strong as he is!
It's here!
That's not an angel!
Just get rid of it!
U-Um... the opposite of summoning is... sending, was it?
Forget it, just run!
Isaac!
Sytry Cartwright?
Good grief, I can't believe you resorted to that.
Silly, shortsighted humans.
Now my brilliantly engineered plan is ruined.
Please don't tell me you're a...
My name is Sytry!
Viscount and 12th noble of Hell,
and candidate to act as interim ruler of Hell in His Highness Lucifer's stead!
A candidate for interim ruler?
Then, the talk of his uncle sponsoring young men was rubbish...
If you value your life, you'll do as I say, Elector.
H-Hey, where are you going?!
Back to my room to wash my face,
get under the covers, and sleep.
What?!
I'm in shock from learning I won't have a patron after all.
I simply can't deal with this calmly.
Wait! If that's how you want it...
Isaac!
I'm loathe to resort to such underhanded tactics,
but you leave me no choice.
Completely inelegant, indeed.
You're a disgrace to all high-level demons.
Showing up right at the good part yet again...
Dantalion, are you a demon, too?
This is incredible!
Don't lecture me on elegance.
You're far more barbaric than I am.
Always running your mouth.
I see you've been pulling petty pranks in my absence, as always.
He's the idiot who fell for it.
They're acting like they know each other.
You think they're enemies or friends?
I could not care less.
Baalberith has taken quite a shine to you.
Here or in Hell, you're always up to something underhanded.
I suppose pretty dolls make the best puppets.
Shut your mouth, you filthy Nephilim!
You reek of humans!
What are you two doing?!
Damn, they're not listening.
If the priest catches wind of this,
forget the scholarships. My entire glorious future will be ruined!
Hey... William!
Go ahead and fight, just don't involve me!
You think I'll let you walk away?!
Keep out of my affairs.
I'm much more worthy of the throne than you!
You've sat around satisfied with your rank for ages!
What can you do?
Shut up! You're just a Nephilim who can't become a full demon!
I know all about your lingering affection for mankind.
Do you long for salvation that badly?
Pathetic.
Fine.
If you want to talk that big, I won't hold back,
puppet of Baalberith!
Damn you, Dantalion...
I am a noble of holy blood, protégé to Hell's High Priest, Duke Baalberith himself!
Don't make me laugh!
You still think pedigree means anything?!
You're the one dwelling on the sentimental, fallen angel!
Hey, you two!
Let me out of here first!
They aren't listening to a word!
Stop it, both of you!
My powers are fading...
Are you lonely?
Then, come with me.
Why do you, a mere human, carry the scent of Heaven?
Because I have met God.
My beautiful fallen angel, Sytry.
The blood of Gabriel flows in your veins.
I shall make you one of my pillars.
Wha—
You've caused enough ruckus.
What are you thinking? We're on school grounds!
Well, they are demons, so their powers are...
Demons, nothing. It's all parlor tricks!
B-But...
According to Dalton's atomic theory,
all physical objects are made of atoms.
I don't care if you're a demon, an angel, or something else entirely.
You're still made of atoms!
A—
Atoms?
Yes. Everything I lay my eyes on consists of atoms!
Huzzah for John Dalton!
Remember, no matter what kind of beings you are,
don't think you can push me into anything.
You can call me the Elector,
but I won't choose anyone, nor will I side with anyone.
Especially a couple of mindless, violent brutes,
who would be so uncouth as to break a pen!
It's a shame, Sytry Cartwright.
I thought I'd come across an underclassman with some promise.
Wait, William!
I see. He's quite formidable.
Violence and underhandedness are forbidden.
No need to remind me.
What will you do, then?
You want to know?
Nothing, for now.
He's Solomon, after all.
You...
It's strange, though.
He doesn't have the ring.
The ring that symbolizes wisdom,
a gift from God Himself.
I wonder where it is now.
What are you thinking?
Bonjour, Dantalion.
Gilles de Rais?!
Oh?
Were you just in another fight?
Don't make such creepy entrances!
Yes, yes.
I'll play with you next time, just be quiet for a moment.
You two seem to get on well.
So much I want to kill him!
Care to try it right now?
What is it you want?
Oh, yes.
His excellency Baalberith has sent for you.
Please return at once.
Very well.
I'll take my leave for now.
But remember, Dantalion, you are not fit to rule Hell.
In the end, you're just a Nephilim.
So William, you're saying you descended from Solomon,
and now have the right to pick a demon to rule in Lucifer's stead?!
Keep it down, Isaac.
This is fantastic, William!
I knew you were special, but to think you're that important!
Can't you admire my flawless grades or spectacular intellect instead?
Ah, I lost again!
A bet is a bet. I'll take this.
Poker?!
What are you thinking, gambling in the dormitory?!
Don't get so worked up. I'm just trying to earn your tuition.
If the headmaster finds out, you'll be expelled,
and as prefect I'll be punished, too!
What a hassle.
If you don't like it, get out!
Promise to choose me, and I'll stop gambling and even leave the dorm.
I refuse!
Does he want to ruin my life?
I should talk to Kevin and figure out how to pay for the next—
You're late.
You little brat.
Don't just stand there. Sit down.
I must say, these so-called "biscuits" are quite tasty.
What do you want?!
Calm down.
I don't mind being your patron, just as you wished.
I don't want a damned demon for a patron!
You'd probably get the money through fraud or something.
No thank you!
I see, too bad.
I'm still staying here to keep an eye on you and Dantalion.
You're going to live here, too?!
Don't fret.
Unlike him, I've a talent for fitting in with the masses.
Oh?
If you're that intent, have it your way.
But you're going to have to follow the school rules, underclassman.
What?
Sytry Cartwright!
For entering a prefect's room without permission,
you are sentenced to clean the floors!
Drop those hips!
With more care!
Don't start slacking!
Bullying Duke Baalberith's nephew...
The Elector's not a man to be trifled with.
William is fearsome.
I am Dantalion, Grand Duke of Hell.
Creating illusions is my specialty.
Hmm? So why don't I ever do it?
Well, it's too much trouble.
I have a test tomorrow. Go to bed!
I can't sleep as long as you're awake!