As the sun began to set on Mahora Academy, a lone man strolled on an empty street. He hoped to intercept someone that he wanted to meet. Although just a teenager, his eyes already shined with a dim glow. That glow did not speak of happiness and being carefree. That glow spoke of something else.
That glow spoke of death.
As the wind swept through his unkempt black hair, the man's blood-red cloak ruffled behind him. His footsteps idly traced their way through the empty street. Although he had a destination, he had no set time to get there, so he moved slowly along the paved bricks. As he approached his destination, it became clearly visible through the faint mist. As he approached the wooden house, a girl with long antennae-like spikes on either side of her head approached him.
"I am afraid to say that this is private property; outsiders are not welcome without permission," she said, with a strangely human-like voice that contrasted with her robotic nature.
The man looked at her for a second before replying. "I am sorry to intrude, but I wish to speak with Evangeline-san." He was pleased to see that his reply visibly surprised her for a second.
"Evangeline-san? Are you from the Academy? I do not recognize you…" The robotic girl then stopped speaking after hearing a voice behind her. A young feminine voice.
"So you wish to speak with Evangeline? Well, I do not think she wishes to speak with you." As the robot girl stood aside, a young blonde could be seen. She was quite clearly Caucasian, and carried in her eyes a cold cruelty. "Explain yourself and why you would wish to see me."
The man smiled. He had at least reached his destination, after a long search. But he had to make sure that he was correct.
"You are the Evangeline McDowell known as the Dark Evangel, who terrified the world for 700 years?"
"Why yes, yes I am, boy. I assume that you're another bounty hunter who hasn't heard the news yet that the reward is off?"
"No, I'm not. However, I would request a private audience. Out here is too public for the things I'm going to ask, you know?"
Evangeline simply nodded and walked towards the house. After a second, she turned around, noticed that he wasn't following, and made a motion that clearly indicated he should follow her.
He followed the young-looking vampire girl inside the small wooden house. Once inside, you could notice that the house was filled with dolls, some quite creepy. The man found Evangeline sitting in front of a table. He sat down as well.
"I'll make this simple, Evangeline-san. Your current apprentices are not for you. You're evil, they are not, and they ever will be. If you take me on, I will be your true apprentice in all things: magic, deeds, and alignment. I will serve you."
Evangeline considered for a moment before opening her mouth. "What makes you think that I'm willing to take on an apprentice from any foolish boy who finds me? I already have enough of my time split up between the other two. I'll give you one chance, but that's it. If you can find some way to prove to me that you're worthy of becoming an evil mage, I might take you on. Might. Now go, before I kill you. I'm not in a very good mood today."
The man knew a dismissal when he heard one. He silently picked up his cloak and left. He was starting to feel hungry anyway. And he knew very well that as soon as he left, Evangeline would follow him. She was a curious girl, he was sure. He'd have never gotten an audience any other way.
The man checked his wallet to find it was empty. Damn, how had he run out of money already? Well, there was only one way to fix that… he darted into a side street and waited for a lone man to pass by. Once the man was near, he pulled out a handgun and approached the man.
"Pardon me, sir, but I seem to have run out of money. Might I borrow yours?" he asked, as he pointed the gun in his left hand straight at the man.
The muggee smiled. "No way you can pull that and not bring the attention of a hundred people here. I refuse."
The man simply pulled his cloak up a bit to muffle his words. "Magister Niger Igni," he whispered. "Sileto Ballistam." His handgun began to glow faintly. He then fired four shots, none of which made a sound. As the muggee fell dead, the man walked forward and collected all the money he could. Looking up for a moment, he could be sure that Evangeline watched him. He hoped that that would help his qualifications. With that done, he left, hardly noticing Evangeline swoop down behind him and take the leaking blood of the muggee in her hands. He would not go hungry tonight, and neither would she.