Hoda was ready. His test is beginning. It has been four years since the history of the elf's had him hooked to their story. He had decided he would study to train as the demon general that would watch over the elf's kingdom. He had decided he would be the one to find Prince Hollow. Not that it matters. He would look and be 18 in human years for a while. Crazy how elves stop aging when they hit 28. He looks at his test papers and sighs. This is FAR too easy. What age did the fourth elf king die? Easy. 44. He even added the cause of death just to flex his knowledge. If the elf's were being attacked, what ally of theirs would be the first to help fight? Most likely the Vampir. Soma chuckles as she watches him fly through the questions from her white wooden desk. She would have to grade them and send them off to the Demon Lord and possibly have to run them by the dragon prince once he gets used to his position. Hoda finishes the test in five short minutes and Soma walks over to collect his papers. "Are you sure this is the type of general that you want to be? Not that it's bad, but you COULD lead an army instead of lead the elf's." She says. She notices his horns are coming in just above his temple. Soma already knew his nails had turned void black, but horns already? He's changing fast. Collecting the papers, she looks over them and smiles. Perfect 100.
