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Ignoring my instincts to destroy this man so he’ll stop giving me the death glare, I take a deep inhale and let it out. I need my sanity to keep me alive and on this path of solidifying my official invite to N.M.U.
Nephilim Malevolence University for the Tainted Gifted and Elite.
“Of course, a Guinevere is fucking first.” I hear someone in the crowd declare with insolence.
See how my existence brings nothing but trouble and tribulations in my life?
“Isn’t she the younger sister?” another speaks up.
It’s like they’re not even trying to whisper.
“That’s what I heard. Older sister found out she was going to be chosen to attend and ran for the hills!”
Not quite true, but what would I know?
I was left behind.
A few students snicker.
“What a shameless disgrace.”
“To think her poor little sister has to take her place for the sake of their prestigious family name.”
“She probably isn’t gifted.”
“Good luck getting into a society.”
“You’re being too kind, bro. She won’t even get into the school.”
Their laughter is silenced by the strike of black lightning that strikes the middle of the massive crowd of students, leaving some students screaming agonizingly.
My curiosity gets the best of me. My gaze moves to follow the trail of gasps and shocked stares as I notice at least ten students, male and female, now have black X’s along their mouths. They fight to claw at their shut mouths, and when they try to open them to any extent, they’re rewarded with creepy crawlers fighting to be freed. Black beetles, cockroaches, maggots, and other bugs you’d deem ‘disgusting’ are fighting to get out of their mouths.
The image has some students screaming while others are fighting their gag reflexes.
All I can do is swallow my disgust and return my eyes to the culprit of the punishment.
Professor North.
Gilded Elite of Nephilim Malevolence University.
The crazy part of it all?
He’s ten years older than us when the minimum requirement to become a professor at N.M.U. is twenty-five.
“The longer you waste my existence, the further upset the Shadows will become,” he announces, with no remorse in his gaze.Hell, I bet he enjoyed that.“Leave your gossiping tendencies behind for when you’re confronted with Mystical beings and Tainted Shadows. You’ll want to savor the very oxygen you breathe instead of wasting it speaking rumors and childish assumptions.”
His dusk eyes are back on me.
“Welcome to N.M.U., Miss Guinevere. We’ve been expecting your attendance,” he greets me as though I’ve already secured my invite.
I can feel the burning urge to question his words hovering in the atmosphere of my ‘fellow’ peers, but not a single individual says a word.
No one wants to deal with Professor North’s wrath.
“The Shadows have seemingly already accepted your application. However, at Nephilim Malevolence University, there are unique roles, titles, and societies a student may be exposed to upon acceptance. Therefore, I’ve been instructed to encourage your participation in the trials ahead.”
The silence is deafening as all I can do is slowly nod.
