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Kali grits his teeth as the very ground he’s standing upon begins to bubble oddly.
“It’s OUR job as professors to teach you how to be the toughest, strongest, and highest of the food chain. To give you the key principals, tools, secrets, and skill sets to outlast any fae creature in the realms of Nephilim and realms of Malevolence. That’s exactly why this first week is what determines everything, or else why should we spend our valuable time training the weak, needy, and unworthy?”
“Un-Unworthy? Guinevere is more worthy than your ugly, snobby ass!” Kali screams.
“And yet I’m the one holding the title of professor while your new friend, who carried an ounce of sympathy for your weak, pathetic ass, is about to be in a continuous cycle of death for an entire year.”
Continuous?
“What did you just say?” Azrael barely gets the words out.
“I said what I said,” Professor D’Angelo doesn’t even pay him any mind. His eyes are still on Kali as they display so much merit after provoking the halfling. “So, instead of wasting my time throwing insults and rage my way because you can’t carry the burden of guilt on your own shoulders, I’d suggest you get moving, for you have one more test before this class is over.”
He then lowers his gaze to his fellow professors.
“Let me give my warm regards to you, Professor North and Professor Blackbird. It’s but a shame to lose a student of such high potential, but I guess this is a lesson for you both not to impulsively use your one-time mentorship on a student who looks like they’ll be a shining diamond among a field of coal,” he says like it’s a true shame on their part. “Maybe the rumors were true.”
He lifts his reins, preparing to whip the hawk to trigger its rising movement.
“Her sister would have been a better option.”
With a flick of his reins, the hawk creature screeches, and Professor D’Angelo is flying toward the red pillar.
The better option?
How dare he?!
He doesn’t know Ophelia.
Doesn’t know how much of a burden she had to carry on her shoulders.
He doesn’t know shit!
“Do something,” Kali whispers. “Professor North. Professor Blackbird. You have to do something! Y-You said there should be bonuses because of Guinevere’s performance during the entry exam! Can’t that be used to help her out?”
“We can’t touch the barrier,” Professor North announces.
I’ve never heard his voice sound this emotionless before. The different depth of baritone in his voice makes me quiver in fear.
Like he’s ready to unleash something none of us is prepared for.
“WHY NOT?” Kali screams. “Wh-Why are you two just standing there when she’s like your favorite student? Don’t you guys give a fuck?!”
“Kali…” Hades whispers in warning, but he moves his glaring orange eyes to him.
“DO SOMETHING!” Kali stomps his foot and proceeds to point to Azrael. “Your brother set this up! He helped in killing her!”
“I have eyes, Kali,” Azrael growls. “I witnessed exactly what he did, but in no shape or form would I ever betray Ophelia. Not after she helped us during the entry trial.”
“Kali, stop this.” Blair can barely keep it together. “W-We’re wasting time. If… If there’s a chance Ophelia is alive, then…”
“How can we get her out when our magic isn’t working?!” Kali shouts. “We tried and tried! Nothing was fucking working! If… If I’d just left you behind, we wouldn’t even be here!” Kali screams.
“Enough, Kali!” Hades snaps.
“I… tried,” she quietly admits as her shoulders sink. “I… I can’t run properly…” She’s shaking as her tears are falling.
“Blair,” Professor Blackbird tries to stop her from speaking further, but Kali glares at Blair.
