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I was going to get in so much trouble for that.
“I see you’ve discovered your room has been restored,” Dezikiel’s voice rung out.
“The only trace of what happened is the smell of paint,” I murmured, praying I wasn’t giving myself away as I forced my voice to be steady.
I turned to him, and his eyes flickered with amusement before he nodded.
“The keepers got it sorted quickly. They’re quick and efficient,” Dezikiel nodded as he gazed around the room. “They couldn’t save your phone, but we’ve replaced it and had everyone’s numbers added for you. You only really used it for communication within the Academy anyway,” he noted.
He was right. No one knew I’d left my old place, I had no friends or family, the only one who may have noticed was Lionel, but he probably thought I’d gone on the straight and narrow.
I wouldn’t have minded visiting him eventually to let him know my life had taken an awesome turn.
Then again, I wouldn’t be able to tell him much. Just that I was going to school now. What would I say I was studying though?
“Breakfast will be ready, I can walk with you,” Dezikiel said, snapping me from my thoughts.
I nodded as I headed into the hall with him.
He gave off such a calming vibe, one that made me feel safe and at ease. Why though? What was an angelic anyway? I’d only been studying the History of angels and demons and mostly demonics, although we were coming up to angelics soon.
What powers did they have? How were they different to demonics?
Angels and demons were the big guys, the ones that the two kinds descended from. True demons, like my father, were powerful beings, as were angels. But from what I’d learned, demonics were pretty badass too and could probably hold their own against them, at least the higher up demonics.
“How is your training going in weaponry and combat?” Dezikiel asked as we walked.
“It’s going good. I’m still improving with my aim, but my speed for cleaning and assembling weapons is good. As for combat, I’m getting there. Sometimes, if I focus on my power inside me, I can become a pro for a short while. If only I could make it last,” I said with a sigh.
“Everything takes practice, but you are excelling at an incredible rate, even with your hellfire.”
“I set my bed on fire,” I blurted, disbelieving his words.
“From a nightmare, correct? Accidents happen to even the best of us. But Mr. Baron has told me of your training with the hellhounds, you are slowly gaining more control over your power.”
I nodded, grateful that he saw my improvement. Maybe I needed to stop being so critical of myself. I was getting ahead, and when I reminded myself that not even two months ago I thought I was crazy and living paycheck to paycheck, I did feel better. My life was pretty awesome now.
I was a demonic with powers.
We reached the dining hall and Dezikiel held the door for me.
I took my seat between my two hellhounds, and helped myself to the banana pancakes on offer.
I couldn’t help myself as I watched Charlie through breakfast, my nightmare replaying in the back of my mind.
He was laughing with Diane and Hadley, but Xander seemed unimpressed. He’d liked him initially, but something must have changed.
I wondered what, but I couldn’t ask him yet.
After breakfast, I found myself walking with Bug out to the training area. Mr. Baron would be testing Charlie in the other training area near us, but I’d be focusing on my hellfire and trying to hurl it. Chumley had said he would meet us out there.
“Hey, how you feeling?” Bug asked.
“Fine, why?” I arched a brow at him.
He pursed his lips, pondering his words before he sighed and turned to face me fully.
I cocked my head at the perplexed emotions etched across his face. Was everything okay?
