Divine Academy
I am mesmerized as her blood spills out of her hand and lands on the book.
The book starts to make a loud hissing noise as her blood soaks into it, a purple cloud of smoke coming from every crevice in its original binding. Katrina doesn't know it yet. She hasn't gotten to the different colors of smoke that demons emit in class yet, but purple smoke means succubus type—the darker the purple, the stronger the demon.
Katrina lets out a shriek, "Did you see that?" She asks me, not turning her head from the book as she studies it thoroughly. Sometimes I forget that this entire world is new to Katrina. She's always so down to earth about everything.