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I should have known better than to let myself think that. It’s almost as bad as saying ‘what’s the worst that can happen’ or ‘things can’t possibly get any worse.’
Three angels step out from the girls’ bathroom, directly blocking my path.
I move off to the side, out of their way, but they follow me until I find myself stuck in the middle of their triangle.
Not one of them looks familiar, so I don’t think I’ve ever spoken to them before, but the way they’re acting makes me think I’ve done something wrong.
“Excuse me,” I say, trying to push past them. “I have to get to class.”
“Do you hear that, girls? The demon-spawn needs to get to class,” the blonde one taunts, her eyes flashing with disgust.
“Demon-spawn,” the second girl, a mousy brunette, replies through a chuckle.
“Good one, Seraphina,” the third girl replies, her smile cruel.
Well that’s a new one. Ouch.
I knew the insults were coming, but then why does it hurt so much? My experience with bullies has taught me they aren’t all the same. Some do it to feel better about themselves, but sometimes angels are just vicious for the sake of it. I don’t know enough about these girls to know which one they are, so I stay quiet.
“I’m surprised the university is even allowing you to stay. What’s stopping you from going full demon on us and killing everyone here? You’re a liability, really. Once my father hears about the monstrosity they’ve let in, it won’t be long before you’re shipped back to the gutter you crawled out of.” Seraphina folds her arms across her chest, a wicked smile playing on her lips, but still I stay silent.
“Do you not speak, demon?”
“Maybe her forked tongue makes her fuck up the words.”
It takes everything within me not to lash out. All they want from me is a reaction. It wouldn’t matter what words passed my lips because they just don’t care. They want me to hurt, and they want to be the ones making it happen.
“No one wants you here,” Seraphina says, getting right up in my face. She’s taller than my five-foot-two frame and uses every inch to peer down her nose at me. “Now that your little secret is out, no Pure angel would dare sully themselves by being near you, and honestly, I’d be surprised if any of the Fallen would either. You’re all alone.”
She brushes past me, snapping her fingers so her friends follow along. Without turning back, she says, “Let’s go, girls. If we spend any more time with the demon-spawn, her filth might rub off on us.”
I stand as still as the stone statues out front, completely unmoving until I can’t feel their presence anymore. Only then do I realize I’m holding my breath, my lungs aching for air. I pull in oxygen, my chest heaving and limbs shaking as I try to calm myself.This is nothing,I tell myself.You’ve been through way worse than this and come out the other side.
All they have is words.
7
Twodemonattackssincelast week.
Instead of keeping informed on the situation, I’m stuck in fucking class. Don’t get me wrong, I love school. Knowledge is power, I believe it. The more someone knows, the better equipped they are to handle life. It’s the unknown that’s scary. We just don’t know what we don’t know.
But learning about aerodynamics and our history seems like a waste when the future is so fucked. The demons are clearly planning something. Who cares about flying faster when there are angels getting attacked in their homes? That won’t protect us from death.
What will focusing on the past do for us when the monsters put their plan into action? It’s like the entire city expects us to bury our heads in the sand and act like nothing’s wrong. I can’t do that.
Professor Castiel sits at his desk, occupied by the paperwork in front of him. I’ve only got two more classes to get through and then I can give the news my full attention.
Just a little longer.
My slate vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out despite the likelihood class will start any moment.Recent Attacks: Demons or Hoax?
What a fucking joke. My grip tightens on the slate until I can practically feel the metal shifting beneath my fingers. I read a little further down, my chest tightening as I search for any names I might recognize. When I don’t find any, I take a deep breath to calm my pounding heart.
The attack might not have been on anyone I know personally, but the location has the hair on my neck standing on end.
A shop near the entertainment district was the scene of a brutal demon attack late last night. A lone Pure angel managed to hold off his assailant and escape. He’s currently seeking medical treatment for his wounds while the Guild has opened an investigation to better understand what happened.
Demons haven’t ever come this far into Silver City. The Assassins’ Guild has always kept them far from civilization, so how are they getting past our defenses? And what is it the demons are after?
