From outside the closet, the sounds of the demons echoed through the hallway. Raiden could hear their heavy breathing, the sickening sound of claws dragging along the floor as they sniffed the air, searching for their prey.
Seconds felt like hours as the demons passed by the closet, their growls reverberating through the walls. Raiden squeezed his eyes shut, praying that they wouldn't be found.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the growls faded, and the sound of the demons' footsteps disappeared down the hallway. Raiden let out a shaky breath, his body trembling with fear and exhaustion.
Zohar, whispering: "We... we're alive. What the hell are those things?"
Kaito, still shaken: "I don't know, but we need to get out of here. We can't stay in this school."
Raiden nodded, his mind racing with thoughts of the winged man and the demons. Something was happening—something far bigger than any of them could have imagined. And somehow, he felt like they were a part of it.
Raiden, pressed against the wall of the cramped supply closet, felt his heart pounding in his ears, the weight of everything that had just happened crushing down on him. His breathing was shaky, his body still trembling from the close encounter with the demons outside.
His mind raced, trying to piece together what he had just seen. Then, in a quiet, stunned voice, he muttered, "Demons..."
Zohar, still panting and trying to catch his breath, looked at him, eyes wide with confusion. "What did you just say?"
Kaito, still visibly shaken but always trying to keep his mind grounded, shot Raiden a sharp glance. "Demons? What are you talking about?"
Raiden swallowed hard, his mouth dry as he struggled to put his thoughts into words. "That man with the wings... and those creatures..." He paused, the reality of it sinking in. "I think those forums weren't just stories or myths. This is the beginning... of another war."
The weight of Raiden's words hung heavily in the air, filling the already tense silence between them. Zohar, always the sarcastic one, usually quick to dismiss anything out of the ordinary, found himself at a loss for words. His usual smirk was gone, replaced by a look of genuine fear.
"You're not serious, are you?" Zohar finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "A war... like, gods and demons kind of war?"
Raiden nodded slowly, his gaze distant as the pieces fell into place in his mind. "It makes sense now... those stories about Hercules, Jesus, and all the chosen ones. They weren't just stories. They were real, and we're caught in the middle of something bigger than we ever imagined."
Kaito leaned back against the wall, his face pale. "So what now? What are we supposed to do? We can't just sit here forever."
Raiden looked around the small room, his brain scrambling for a solution.
"We need to get out of here. But we can't just run out blindly. There are more of those... things out there."
His voice trembled slightly, still processing what they'd just witnessed.
Kaito ran his hands through his hair, trying to steady his breathing. "If this really is some kind of war, then we need to stick together. We can't take on these things alone. But... what about the rest of the students?"
Zohar grimaced, his hands shaking as he ran them through his Afro.
"They're probably trying to get out just like us. The school's a mess. We have no idea how many more of those monsters are roaming around."
Raiden took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves.
"We'll wait here a little longer, see if the demons move on.
Then, when it's clear, we make a run for it. We stick to the shadows, stay low, and don't draw any attention."
Kaito nodded, though his eyes were filled with uncertainty.
"But where do we go? Home? The police? I don't even know if there's anyone who can help us with... this."
Zohar, always quick with a comment, couldn't hold back, despite the fear gripping him.
"Pretty sure this isn't exactly something the cops can handle, man."
Raiden shot him a glance, the corner of his mouth twitching into a brief smirk despite everything.
"Yeah, I think this is way above their pay grade."
They all fell into silence, the weight of the situation settling on them. The screams and chaotic sounds outside had quieted somewhat, but the tension in the air was still thick. Every sound made them flinch—every creak of the building, every distant scream from the remaining students.
Raiden glanced at the door, listening for any signs of movement from the demons. His mind was spinning with the possibilities—if the forums were true, and this really was a new war, then everything they thought they knew about the world was wrong. And they were right in the middle of it.
After a long pause, Zohar finally broke the silence.
"Alright, so we wait. But what happens if those things come back? We can't fight them. We've got no weapons, no idea what we're up against."
Raiden looked at him, determination hardening his features.
"We survive. That's what we do. No matter what, we stick together and get out of this alive."
The three of them sat in silence, the enormity of their situation sinking in as they prepared for what might come next.