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Istood in the training yard with my hellhounds, shifting uneasily as Mr. Baron scrutinized me through his glasses.
He wore a completely different attire to the day before, and he looked pretty wicked in the black tank top and tights. More muscled than I thought he was for sure.
“So, hellfire is one of your gifts. You can command it and control it, bringing it forth at will. And from the feel of it, it’s a higher level of hellfire than our past students who’ve wielded it. You can command much more of it with ease,” he murmured as he circled me.
He was peering at me with those piercing blue eyes as my hellhounds all stood around me, arms folded and sturdy, like soldiers waiting for my command.
I pushed the strange thought away as Mr. Baron’s mouth twisted into a small smile as his gaze trailed over me, like he was reading something deep inside me.
“Interesting,” he whispered as he stepped closer to me.
“What is?” I asked as I bit my lip at the curious, yet masked look he was giving me.
He just smiled at the question and shook his head.
“From what I’m getting from you, you also hold a power over lower class demons, and you will be able to sense all demons, possibly even scent them. I’m also getting a vibe that you will be able to manipulate people, but we’ll focus on that later. It feels like a more dangerous power to wield, not just for those you use it on, but yourself. The other two should be our focus. What’s interesting, is this other ability. I can feel something incredibly powerful inside you, but I can’t decipher it. It’s quite… intriguing,” he mused as he cocked his head at me and folded his arms, giving me a quizzical look.
I had a power over lower class demons and could manipulate people? What did that even mean?
“Your hellhounds can withstand hellfire and put it out if required, a power which will be very useful in teaching you to wield it,” Mr. Baron said, snapping me from my wonders on these other powers of mine.
“How do I learn to wield my hellfire?” I asked. I didn’t have the slightest idea on where to start.
Mr. Baron just smiled as he looked at my boys.
“Time to get underway, by the end of the week, you’ll be able to draw your hellfire forth if all goes to plan. Wielding it and manipulating will take much more practice, but we’ll get there,” he said as he unfolded his arms and he stood firm before me.
“Now, let’s begin.”
I focused on the textbook before me, reading through the paragraphs and jotting down notes. Dezikiel was teaching us the true history of angelics and demonics, and it was a little different from the bible’s version.
“How was your power session with Mr. Baron?” Diane asked softly from her desk beside me.
Dezikiel had left the room to allow us to study in private, and I thought he was putting a lot of trust in all of us. But no one was taking the time to mess around, they were clearly focused.
“Um…” I chewed my lip. My session with Mr. Baron had been interesting, that was for sure.
I’d tried so hard to bring forth my hellfire, focusing on the burning deep inside me and willing it forth. I’d struggled, and after half an hour without so much as a wisp of fire, I’d grown frustrated and angry.
Which proved to be a key factor.
I’d erupted into flames, causing Mr. Baron to shout and curse.
Thankfully my hellhounds took charge, drawing the fire into themselves.
It had been quite mesmerizing to see, their eyes lighting up red with the fires of Hell, their teeth lengthening as they stood stock still with fists at their sides and their heads slightly raised. My fire hit their arms and hands, diminishing to nothing without burning their clothing.
Mr Baron had taken cover behind one of the concrete blocks that were strewn throughout the training yard, and I felt guilty as hell when I saw his head peek out from behind it, his glasses having fallen off.
Jack had strode over quickly, tugging off his shirt and handing it to me.
I’d just stared at his perfectly chiseled chest, frozen in place, swallowing nervously as my cheeks flushed.
He’d smirked at me, shaking his head and saying I had to put it on.
It was then that I’d realized I was stark naked, covered only in smudges of ash. Even my ponytail had come undone, my hair falling down my shoulders.
