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Intak’s knowledge on the inner workings of the supernatural world is beyond limited.
His knowledge boils down to the basics of his family species and surface-level information on other species. His mother is a succubus, and she fell in love with a demon. Intermingling among species isn’t illegal as far as he knows, but it does gain the offspring many sideways glances.
Intak was always told how lucky he was that he ended up an incubus. Succubi and Incubi are still demons, but a different level of the species, so he’s not so put apart that anyone would think of him differently. In fact, the brunt of the skepticism surrounding Intak centered around the fact that he was raised in the human world.
When Intak’s mother fell in love with a rogue demon, the first thing she thought to do was raise him in the human world. There, she knew Intak would be safe to grow up without all the restrictions placed on supernatural species. Humans, as fearful and indignant of anything they don’t understand, welcome the abnormalities of supernatural species. They have their preferences, of course—vampires, demons, witches and warlocks, faeries, and so on. Anything that fit the mold of their favorite childhood monster stories, they loved.
Luckily for Intak, he didn’t stand out. He hardly dealt with the unnerving attention of a crazed human who had an obsession with the supernatural. As much as he wants to thank his mother for concealing him and his true nature, the truth of it is that Intak knows nothing about being an incubus.
On the surface, he’s just a regular guy. Beneath his human mask, though, he doesn’t feel any different.
He never pressed his mother for any other information about what he was. He was content with being like everyone else, if not a bit different. There were obvious differences—he matured faster than any of his friends (abnormally so), is disarmingly charming in a way that feels like magic, he’s stronger than the average human, faster, and a handful of other qualities he attributes to the demon blood running through his veins. It was nothing so noticeable that needed concealing, but the few times such an instance occurred, his mother was more than prepared.
When she fled with Intak to the human world when he was a baby, she consulted a witch operating off the grid who specialized in cloaking. The spells are specific to the individual, with little items that work to keep their true nature hidden. Because Intak was a baby when the spell was performed for him, his cloaking spell was issued as a mark that needs to be “recharged” every five to seven years. His mom and the witch—his aunt, if anyone asks—insist that he uses something more permanent now that he’s reached adulthood, but he refuses.
The older he gets, the less he cares about keeping his true nature a secret. Not that he doesn’t care at all, but he doesn’t think it would be the worst thing in the world if he were known for what he really was. He doesn’t know what that would mean for his mom and his aunt, given all they’ve done to keep themselves hidden, but it’s never been a grave concern for him.
Which is why when his life is suddenly upended, and he finds himself in a school for the supernatural, he’s not the least bit perturbed. Sure, some things in his life are irreplaceable, but it’s not like he’ll never get to go home…right?