Author's Note: Hi guys! Well I decided to post this a day early (well in my timezone)! Thank you very much for reading chapter one and I hope you will enjoy this chapter as well. Also, there's a poll on my profile and the question is: Should Percy and Nico be a couple for this story? Answer if you can guys. Well I won't delay it anymore, here's chapter two!
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND GORE. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED SO DON'T BLAME ME
Chapter Two: Woe to Sunshine
/April 16, 2012|Di Angelo Estate|4:00 am\
~*Narrator POV*~
The Di Angelo Estate, a large castle-like manor with an Onyx exterior and roofs of the color Gold. The estate was currently situated in the Arabian City of Dubai, one of the Seven Emirates of the United Arab Emirates. Even though it may look frightening from the outside but its interior is welcoming; it is as if you were walking in a five-star hotel lobby.
Deep within the estate lied the Hall of Honor and Reunion for the Di Angelo's. The portrait of a young lady— with hair yellow as honey, fair skin, and eyes blue as the sky—was glowing a Golden color. After a few minutes, a figure was thrown out of the painting; a fit young man with eyes black as night, raven hair, and skin white as snow was flung out of it. He wore a blue trench coat with a light blue trim and a white shirt underneath, he also had grayish-looking pants, and black boots on his feet. And so our story continues…
~*Nico POV*~
Time travel… A thing I do not recommend at all. Why? Let's just say when I got back home, I was spat out of the portrait like somebody strapped me on a roller-coaster, the harnesses got loose, sudden brake just happened, and you would be thrown out of the portrait. I tried to fix myself and rush back to my room but I was stopped by a woman in a black tank top, grey sweatpants, and red bunny slippers; it was my mother and she looked pissed—like really pissed.
"Where have you been Nicholas Di Angelo?" questioned the brunette lady in front of me. I looked at her with pure fright present on my face as she began scolding me—I forgot to tell her where I was going and apparently I was gone for the entire night. I went on my knees in front of my mother and apologized rapidly. She sighed and told me to get ready for the day. After an hour of getting ready, which consists of a quick shower, fixing myself, having breakfast, and wearing the school uniform—consisting of a black robe and a Golden Sash, I headed out of the house after I expressed my farewell to my parents. I looked around and saw that my service was not here, I took matter into my hands.
"Come arise, heralds of the All-Father. Award me a noble steed to charge me towards victory."
A cyclone of Platinum of Moths appeared before me. After a few minutes of waiting, a massive, armored, Onyx Horse stood up mightily out of the cyclone. I flew up towards the saddle and conjured up a gigantic rider to control the horse.
"Let's go Baldr, to the 21st Academy of Wizardry and Machinery."
The rider grabbed the reins, the horse neighed mightily, and we headed off to my school—where another day of boredom and nothingness, in terms of academics, shall begin.
/April 16, 2012|21st Century Academy of Wizardry and Machinery|6:00 am\
We arrived at the gates of my school, or should I say prison, early as always. I floated down to the ground and as soon as my feet touched it, the rider and its steed vanished in a cluster of my Moths. The 21st Century Academy of Wizardry and Machinery is a good institution—the latest technologies, a vast array of tomes in its magic library, and so much more can be found within. The hierarchy of the institution or the "Government", as the principal had mentioned before, consisted of: The Principal, the Vice Principal of Admissions, the Vice Principal of Academics and Discipline, the Oracles' Council, and the Disciplinary Squad. The academy's faculty consisted of the most knowledgeable and consistent men and women of the industry—English teachers with doctorates, Expert chefs for Home Economics, Powerful Sorcerers and Sorceresses, and much more. In terms of attendance, they kind of flunked in that area especially when it came to my junior class.
A room full of unruly, loud, and obnoxious boys occupied that classroom of mine. Nothing good can ever be said about them and it showed in their records at the Squad's Base within the academy. I should know I filed some of those reports—breaking of school property, misuse of magic in campus, brawling with other students and some faculty, and a lot more. Speaking of the Disciplinary Squad, we were a special bunch of boys and girls capable of maintaining the peace by any means necessary. Each squad color reported to a certain member of the administration: Blue Militia reported to any teacher they can find, Red Knights approached the Oracle's Council, and finally Gold Inquisitors spoke directly to the Vice Principal of Academics and Discipline; special exams were held on the first day of school for a select few. This allowed the faculty and the Admin know that these students are on the top of their game when it came to law and order. I was chosen for this exam as well and achieved the Gold Inquisitor rank. However, I never used my rank and power against my classmates; when they had done something that was beyond the student code will be the only time that they had a file that is signed under my name.
But today would be the day that I shall dread for all eternity…
I walked within the empty quadrangle, in the afternoons this place was usually hustling and bustling of young magicians who played with their friends or techno-people debating on who had the latest tech, but now it was silent, cold, and empty as I continued my small trek to my classroom. I approached my room and checked if anybody was inside. To my surprise, there was no one in the room. I filled the room with my Platinum Moths to make sure that nobody was hiding; the light that my moths radiated turned the once dark and dull room into a small Platinum Moth Hive. I nodded to myself that the room really was empty, I waved my hand towards the sky and my moths vanished. I closed the door and proceeded to the Squad's Base. As I made a journey towards that room, I passed by one of my classmates and he looked like he wanted to beat me up right away.
"You are dead when class begins Di Angelo." growled the tall, bulky American boy as he continued walking to our classroom.
A sudden chill ran down my spine as those words were mentioned to me. I kept my composure up—his words were not going to scare me. I continued to the Base and found it unlocked, one of my colleagues must be in already. As I entered the building a young man, with skin white as snow and charcoal hair, was seen in the inside. He was busy checking up with some paperwork and had not noticed my presence; that was until I bumped into a table which caused him to jump up in fright.
"Oh, Sir Inquisitor; I apologize for not being able to acknowledge your presence early on."
I chuckled at the boy's salute towards me and ended up chatting with him for a few minutes. I had forgotten that I was threatened by one of my classmates—that my life could be on the line today but I paid no heed to it… We were still chatting away while waiting for our first classes; I found out that he was a Red Knight yet he was two years lower than I. I was impressed by his track record as he kept on talking about his family, lifestyle, and his progress in school and the squad.
"Why, Nico? Why did you report us to the Oracles? You will pay…"
Those words were said right by the door, the Red Knight and I faced the direction where the voice was and I saw another classmate of mine—looking at me with disgust, he also shook his head in disbelief and walked away. The fear and paranoia started kicking in; my fellow squad member looked at me and asked if I was alright. I was not able to answer him as I just stared down to the ground—shaking in my boots, I almost wanted to cry out but I tried to keep myself calm and refrained from showing any signs of despair.
"I am fine, my good Knight. Please leave me for a moment."
My tone of voice did not suggest that I was requesting him to leave; it was more of an order. He understood why I needed to be alone for a while; the knight saluted at me and walked out of the room. My trembling came back as soon as he left. I grabbed my phone and gave my mother a call. She answered with her usual jolly hello but that changed when I started speaking to her.
"Honey, are you ok? What's wrong" asked the woman on the other side of the line. I told her that two of my classmates threatened me because I did something I did not do. She told me to calm down, keep my phone with me, and to put it on vibrate because she will call me at the time my class would start and she will be able to hear everything that is happening. I heeded her words and hung up phone. I heard the chimes that signaled the school day would begin in five minutes. I picked up my things and dashed towards my room.
/First Period\
We had English Literature for first period, I mean sure it wasn't a needed subject in the magic world but hey it was required by the Ministry of Education. The teacher in charge for this class was Dr. Mary Elizabeth, who claimed that she had taught royalty before coming here to the Middle East. She had a dislike for disorderly people and apparently she either never or rarely showed up in her classes for this classroom. Today, she chose not to show up as always. I looked at the excuse letter my mother prepared for me because I wasn't able to attend yesterday's session due to renewal of residency. My appointment was moved to the afternoon instead of the morning that day, so I was able to relax a bit. My thoughts were cut off as I felt someone smack the back of my head. I turned around and saw my classmates all huddled up before me. I questioned them on what they wanted and they all answered in chorus.
"You… Unconscious and bleeding all over." Echoed the group as they looked at me with hatred, I felt my phone vibrate and I answered it discreetly. They began telling me what was on their minds; that my presence in the Squad was causing nothing but problems to them and they got in trouble because I reported them to the Oracles' Council. Then the insulting began: First me, then my mother, and then my family name. The dread was overwhelming; I remained stoic despite the fear rushing through me.
"Hey! What's this?! The fucker's got a bitch-ass diary!"
I looked at the source of the voice and my face changed of shock as they held my Grimoire; the sacred book of the Di Angelo Family that contains all of the achievements that family has from the first until the present Generation. This golden, leather book is very precious to me and it tells me when it is time for me or any living family member to rank up. I went back to being stoic while I watched them defile my precious book; they insulted my family even more and spat at the contents within. I was on the verge of tears as I just sat there and did nothing. But, I heard the sounds of pages being torn. I just closed my eyes as they tore the grimoire into pieces. My heart slowly broke as I opened them slowly, the grimoire's pages were all torn up and nothing remained but the leather cover. I showed no emotion to them even though they have destroyed something precious to me.
Soon that stoic face of mine changed as I was knocked unto the whiteboard with much force. My composure still showed that I was not afraid of them and I just braced for the worst. Apparently tearing my grimoire apart, insulting my family name, my mother, and myself were not able to appease their boredom. Even I expected the beatings would begin soon. I was about to speak to them and say what was on my mind but nothing came out from mouth—it was as if I was just mumbling to them and they laughed maniacally at me. I scanned the crowd and saw that one of my foes, yes I have classified my own classmates as my enemies as of this moment, had restricted my magic via silencing; more restrictions applied as I could not move my own hands, another foe had restricted that movement when I was pinned up on the board.
"Now then, who shall go first? Shall we skewer this son of a bitch or shall I punch him with my burning fists?!" growled the class president as he cracked his knuckles which began glowing an intense Crimson—it signified that his punches, when they impact, shall burn my body as if he was punching hanged meat from a meat shop, only this time he will be cooking it at the same time as he punches. My thoughts rushed within my head as I waited for the first strike to happen—death was knocking on my doorstep, my dreams ended here in this roomful of misfits. I just closed my eyes and waited for my fate. Until I felt my restrictions disappear and I fell to the hard ground, grasping for air and wondered what miracle just happened.
"Guys a teacher is looking for Nico," glancing at the person who mentioned it to all of the people inside the room, "she knows that there is no teacher present in the room and she wants to see him. Right now or else she will call in the squad."
"Come arise, Moths of the new World. Give this realm the Genesis it deserves."
Platinum Moths surrounded me and they flew around the room. My classmates feared that it was my counterattack towards them but they were wrong as always. While they were distracted from the moths, I pointed towards the destroyed grimoire; the remains shined a dull Platinum color and vanished. Afterwards, I snapped my fingers and my moths disappeared. All of my classmates just looked at me as I rose slowly, grabbed my folder which contained my excuse letter, walked towards the door, and exited the room.
I saw one of the female faculty members down below, she was talking over the phone when she saw me. I jumped off the balcony and slowly floated down towards her. She hung up as soon as I went up to her. The teacher, who explained that she was a friend of my mother's, looked at me as if she was checking if I had any wounds but clearly I showed none. My composure still remained stoic to her but I was internally shaking. We continued our small walk and it looked like we were heading to the faculty room where she stayed during her vacant time.
"Dear, Nico? How are you feeling?" asked my mother's friend as soon as we sat down by her table in their faculty room. I could not reply to her as everything—the destruction of my grimoire, the insults, and the almost beat-down of my life—was slowly sinking in. And just like glass being shattered, I let it out. I screamed as loud as I can and tears flowed through my eyes; the horror, the despair, everything was loose at this point. I embraced my knees close to my chest and continued weeping. Then I remembered that my mom was still on the phone, I took it out of my pocket and checked if she was still there. She wasn't, but it was my dad who was on the phone line now.
"D…Da…Dad?"
My father began asking me in a calm tone of what happened and I began telling him in a stutter-like manner. He told me that he was on his way to my school and that we were going to move where Grandma's Council is based now—in New York City. I hung up after I told him that I love him and I shall see him later. As soon as I hung up my mother called and did same thing my dad did a while ago so I answered her questions with the same answers I gave to my father. She told me that she was already travelling to my school as we continued talking, I mentioned that dad was coming from work and that we would be moving to where the Divine Council is based. Apparently, the Divine Celestial Sorceress asked her boss if she could leave her shift and attend to me; she even mentioned that she looked angrily at one of her co-workers whose son is going to my school and, surprisingly, was one of my classmates. I did the same thing to her like what I did to my dad as I hung up the phone. The teacher asked what my parents told me and I just replied, in a tone of gloom, that they were on their way to pick me up and take me home.
After half an hour of waiting, both of my parents arrived. We proceeded to the Vice Principal of Admissions' office; she was a very good friend of my Grandmother's. She greeted us with a warm smile but that changed instantly when she saw my face. The Vice and my parents began their exchange on the situation that was happening. She nodded her head and told us that she will inform the Principal of my early leave for the day. We walked back to the room that caused all of this despair to me, the reason why my sunshine had been snuffed out. I could even remember the moment after Aunt Hecate and I sparred; her speech that the world is cruel and they would flush my jolly self to oblivion and apparently, she was right. We passed by the Squad's Base and I saw the Militia, Knights, and other Inquisitors who looked confused and asked what was going on. I relayed everything to the Vice Principal of Academics and Discipline via a Platinum Moth that landed on her shoulder and she understood. She asked everybody to get inside and she wished me good luck. After grabbing my things as quickly as I can and we left the Academy.
/Two Hours Later\
When we reached home, I quickly walked up to my room; the fear was still evident on my face. I flopped on my bed and sobbed on my pillow. I should have seen it coming; should have known that this day was near. But out of all the days, it just had to be today?! I wept for what seemed like an eternity but it was only for an hour. I wiped my tears away, grabbed my phone, and called the one person who I trusted the most.
"Hello? Nico, what's up?"
"F...Fratello..."
"I am on my way," he hung up and I waited inside my room for my cousin to arrive. I conjured up my Platinum Moths to bring back the destroyed Grimoire. I had not mentioned this to my parents because I did not want them to be angry with me. I faced it and pointed my hands towards it.
"Come now, try and remember. Try and remember the form you once had. Was it Glorious? Was it Wise? Now come and show me that form once more."
More Platinum Moths appeared behind me and gathered around the remains but nothing happened—even after I waited for thirty minutes. I repeated the chant and the same outcome still presented itself. I was not giving up on restoring this book.
~*? POV*~
I ran as quickly as I can to the Di Angelo Estate. My cousin sounded like he is suffering from depression. But how can that be? He is the jolliest and most optimistic person that I know, how is this even possible? I thought about those as I continued my journey. When I arrived, I immediately got in and saw Aunt Persephone looking at the portrait of a young adult with hair black as night, rosy skin, and eyes as blue as the afternoon sky; she wore an Onyx ballgown with a crest of the Divine Council found along lower area of the gown—the crest was that of a golden eagle spreading its wings ready for flight. I recognized the woman. She was Hecate, the Endless Golden Witch—my great-great-great aunt. I walked up to Aunt Persephone and greeted her. She offered a very small smile and asked if Nico called for me. I simply replied with a nod and asked her where he was and what has happened.
"That is a story for Nico to tell, not I. You can find him in his room; he has been there since we got home an hour ago." Sighed the Divine Golden Witch as she pointed upstairs to where my cousin was. I thanked her and ran towards his room. After climbing two floors upward, I reached his room and I heard faint chanting happening on the other side—it was mixed with frustration and despair. I open the door and the sight before me shocked me to the core.
"Come now, try and remember. Try and remember the form you once had. Was it made of paper? Was it full of writing? Now come and show me that form!"
The room was full of Platinum Moths, it was an amazing sight to behold but I saw my cousin in despair as he was on the floor with a lot of ruined pages. It kind of ruined the glorious sight but I did not care. I decided to ring up our grandmother, Nico had not noticed my presence yet, so I continued the call to the leader of the Divine Council.
"Hello? My dear Jason! What a pleasant surprise that you called your dear grandma. How are you my dear?"
"I am good granny, but Nico isn't as fine as I am right now."
My grandmother began asking me what was going on with him and I told her what I saw before me. I heard her gasp and she said she was coming over. She ordered that I should leave my phone outside of Nico's room. I questioned her on that move of hers and all she told me was it would make travel time faster and she hung up. I obliged and left my phone outside. I slowly approached Nico from behind who was still chanting to restore that book. A closer inspection told me that it was the Di Angelo Grimoire and I finally knew why he was so hell-bent on fixing that book. I sat behind him and placed both of my hands on his shoulders; whispering his name seemed to have gotten him out of the trance but the words of the chant still flowed from his mouth—the tone of those words changed from chant like to instant despair. He laid himself down on my chest and sobbed really hard. All I did was just hold him as he continued crying. I tried calming him down but he still cried hard as if his favorite family member just died. I was about to ask what happened when a knock was heard by the door. I asked them to come inside and I continued comforting my cousin—rocking him back and forth as I tried to soothe it all away.
An elderly woman with white locks and fair skin entering the room, it was Grandmother Demeter. She was in a Scarlet ballgown and she looked worriedly at Nico—who was fast asleep, probably from the exhaustion of crying. The Endlessly Divine Golden Witch approached him and held his cheek. She sighed and handed my phone over to me. I did not even want to know on how she got here in the first place.
"My poor nephew, Persephone told me everything as soon as I arrived. I can't believe that this can happen to one of my precious grandchildren."
"Um… Granny, what did happen to Nico?"
Grandmother looked at me with a shocked expression as if I really had no clue on what was going on with my cousin. She summarized what my aunt told her. As I heard her story, I just held onto my younger cousin harder but not that hard to wake him up. How dare those beasts do this to him?! After everything he had done to ensure that not one of them got expelled or failed in one of their subjects, it sickens me just to hear it. I stare at the boy in arms and all I could was just embrace him some more. After a while, I picked him up and placed him gently on his bed. The elder placed the blanket over him and waved her hand towards his head—a Golden sparrow appeared atop his head. She told me that it would allow him to get some sleep. Demeter looked at the mess on the floor and realized what fratellino was trying to do. She stood in between the destroyed pages and picked up the cover of the book.
"Come arise, Weavers of Neith. Sew the broken together, mend the bond, and bring back what was gone to me."
Golden Sparrows appeared in a flock and swirled the woman before me. The sight was so bright that I covered my eyes. After a while the bright light vanished, the destroyed pages gone, and the book was back to its original form as if it was not destroyed in the first place. I asked her why she could fix it and not Nico. She chuckled and asked what spell fratellino used to try and repair the book. I repeated the words that he chanted a while ago.
"Well my dear, it's because this book can only be repaired by Neith's Weavers. Only they can repair this book. Nico has not achieved the Divine Rank yet so he does not know the Weavers and he cannot call them even if he wanted to."
I nodded in agreement with her and we chatted for a while. After her last sentence, the Grimoire shined a bright for a second and vanished. My grandmother and I shared a look to each other. She opened the book and found out that Nico has the right to rank up to Divine—the thirty-seven students who broke him and turned him into this depressed mess. She placed the book on the shelf and we left his room.
Oh hi, I am Jason Grace—son of the late Hera Ricci-Grace and Zeus Di Angelo Grace. Yep both of my parents have passed on, they both died in a massive car accident along the Emirates Highway. But I have moved on from that. Anyway, I am a cousin of Nico's—well a second cousin. His mom and my dad are cousins. I was not able to inherit the Di Angelo family trait; however, I got the God of War's Wisdom from both of my folks as well as the Wielder of God's Forge. Basically that means I can summon any weapon I wish and I have full knowledge of all of the weapons I summon.
Let's get back to the matter at hand shall we?
As soon as we left his room, I asked aunt Persephone if I could sleep over and she agreed to it—she thought it might be a good thing for her son to have some familiar company over. My grandmother also wanted to stay for a day and keep an eye on my cousin. She also wanted to know the status of one of the branches of the Divine Council found in Deira, an area of the city known for its souks but it is where the Arabian Divine Council is found. We all agreed to do what we can that helped Nico. I loathed his classmates, in fact I wanted to slaughter them, tear them apart, rip their insides open and hang them in the middle of their campus using their own intestines. But I knew, for a fact, that he must be the one who will claim vengeance for himself. I can only be there to support him—nothing more, nothing less. I moved up to his room and saw that another bed was conjured up near Nico's. Drowsiness suddenly entered my body full force. The world of Morpheus entered my system as I flopped on the soft mattress and my vision became like the night.
/Eight Days Later\
~*Nico POV*~
It had been eight days since 'the incident' transpired. Life had been gradually different—before it was filled with color and sunshine but now it's gray and full of darkness. We had talks with the Academy and with the people responsible for this event. But yesterday the school, more likely the principal, decided to drop my case because my family decided that we were going to move to where the main Divine Council is located, New York City. I was furious at her foolish decision, but I just sat there—looking like a lifeless marionette. I allowed it to sink in, my parents were enraged and demanded that justice be done for me; but she really was a stubborn mule and she did not change her mind. Also on that day, my phone vibrated and radiated a Platinum color. I brought it out and the device transformed into my Grimoire. Grandmother enchanted my phone to turn into my Grimoire if ever a rank-up was available or an additional task to my current one had happened.
When I checked it that day, the sinful people increased from my thirty-seven classmates to people that were present within the 21st Academy of Wizardry and Machinery. The shock I saw that I could enact my revenge upon this worthless institution was alright but I also realized that my friends, colleagues, and the faculty who helped me through this will be caught in the bloodshed. When I decided that today was the day that I shall do this, I called up the people whom I did not want to fall and they all agreed to my heed. They also wished me good luck for the tribulation that I shall face in a matter of minutes.
I was in front of the school gates and I saw the friendly smiles of two security guards. I returned it with a small smile of my own. But a sound, similar to glass breaking, echoed as soon as I passed by them.
Two metallic rods were deeply embedded on their foreheads. I looked at the first corpses of the day and I snickered evilly. All evidence that showed someone was murdered there vanished in a cluster of Platinum Moths. I looked around and saw no cameras as well as no witnesses present. I continued my walk towards my classroom. The quadrangle was still empty, I chose the time that classes were still in session; even though I know that some of the faculty, the entire Disciplinary Squad, the two Vice Principals, and the Oracles' Council were not in today. I jumped towards the door of my classroom; the noise indicated that no teacher was present. I extended my hand and emanated a Wave of Force towards the door—smashing it to bits and it was sent flying forwards. My prey stopped their chatting and looked at who caused all of this. They were shocked to see me by the door, I entered the room and saw that I killed five of the thirty-seven; it included one of the restrictors—the silencer. I smirked at his death and I was bombarded with questions from these fools.
"What am I doing here?" I chuckled evilly as I lifted the five dead bodies up and pinned them by the whiteboard, "I am here to ensure that you will suffer… That you will know fear as I have come to know it, only this time it shall be your end!"
I snapped my fingers and a Red Longsword appeared on my right hand. In a blur to some, I reappeared in front of the dead and began slashing relentlessly—turning them into piles of unrecognizable meat. Blood was evident all over me as I faced the others. I saw their fear—the fear of death and I liked it bit by bit. I stepped forward and felt that I could not move again; the same guy that restrained my movements was focusing with all of his power so that I could be stopped. I smiled with a soft expression on my bloodied face.
"Well now, do you honestly think you can paralyze me?" I cackled softly and remembered that this person was greedy as he did not like to give anything that belonged to him, "Come, arise. Forgive the sin, one of the wedges of Hell—Mammon!" After a few seconds, a short, fair skinned, brunette boy appeared before me in a bowing position. He was adorned in all-Onyx attire similar to that of a butler's.
"Mammon of Greed, ready to serve."
"Go and remove this pest from my sight. Make him suffer before ending his life."
Mammon laughed softly and obliged. He raised his right hand and brought it near his chest. A red energy-like blade replaced his right hand. The demon of Greed saw that the others were trying to catch him but he knew that he is too quick for them to restrain him. He jumped up to avoid his pursuers, landed right behind his victim, and began his dance of death—right arm, left leg, upper torso, half of the upper back, and a few locks of hair. Mammon leapt up once again, only this time he turned into a short yet sharp black rod; it bounced around the room and it hit the points where the demon cut his victim before. The same sound that was heard when I killed the two guards echoed the room—the wedge was found on the victims chest. It looked like he was hit from behind. I felt my restrictions vanish and I manifested myself in front of my victim; his heart was found on the sharp end of the wedge. I snickered evilly as I saw it was still beating. The boy was staring at me—blood started oozing from his mouth as he coughed some out. He begged me to spare him and his classmates; he even started to apologize for what he had done to me.
"Well now, since you have apologized," sighing at the sight before me. I grabbed his heart and brought it in front of his face, "I guess I can forgive you, through the end of your pathetic existence!" I crushed the organ in front of him and saw the light of life fade from his eyes. I laughed demonically and faced the others; some were trying to flee through the opening I left while others tried smashing the windows open. I raised my hand upwards—the door flew back in place before I blew it up, the windows radiated an eerie red color and repelled anyone approaching them.
"Know this; this is your tomb now."
I slashed through the ones who were closest to me—heads started to roll, limbs flew left and right, and screams of pain were heard in the room. I did not care if they could be heard from the outside, I purposely did not soundproof the room; it made my job of destroying this pathetic excuse of a school much easier. I impaled the class president with my longsword; he howled loudly and painfully at the sword on his belly. I placed a Platinum Moth on his shoulder and ripped the sword off of him; I cut his belly open and yanked his intestines out of his system.
"This is for my cousin, he wanted to do this to the bitch that caused his little brother to suffer," dragging him towards the door I looked at the survivors of the room, "Come arise, forgive the sin. The other Seven Wedges of Hell." Six more butler attired boys appeared before me in a bowing position and in one voice yelled out, "The Seven Wedges of Hell, ready to serve."
I ordered them to clean the room up and leave no survivors. They agreed and began laughing maniacally as they hacked and slashed their victims with their blades. I dragged the president outside of the room and wrapped one end of his intestines around his neck. I dismissed the Platinum Moth, tied the other end to the balcony, and threw him over it. He screamed but it was stopped as he was being choked by his own body part; he also began to gag at the hold on his neck. After two minutes of struggling, the gagging noises died down. I went to the middle of the courtyard and saw the display which hung in front of my room which started to seep out some blood out beneath the closed door. So this is the Di Angelo way of Ranking up? It's a better way to rank up indeed. I roared with evil laughter as my vengeance was complete. But that laughter died as I picked up a lot of entities behind me. I turned around and smirked at the sight.
The principal as well as the faculty, staff, and student body showed up before me. I also felt that some of my classmates survived their encounter with my Wedges and they headed to where I was. The principal ordered me to stop this foolishness and turn myself in. I replied by telling her that her institution has sinned against the Di Angelo name and they were paying it with their lives. She got mad at my declaration and ordered everyone to kill me.
"Come, arise, Shoulder War Towers!"
I summoned the same towers that I used against Aunt Hecate but this time there were sixteen of these towers; eight on my left and the other eight on my right. I snapped my fingers which gave them the order to fire. They began their barrage towards the force of the 21st Academy; some of them became instant pincushions while the others protected themselves with barriers up front. Then I felt another disturbance, I looked towards the direction of my room and saw twenty of my classmates still alive. I chuckled as they approached me quickly. They conjured up 30,000 javelins—1,500 per survivor. One of them yelled out that this was for their fallen friends and in one gesture they let loose those weapons upon me.
"Come, arise, Fallen Tower. Break the single language and make known the sin!" I used an identical tower that my aunt used during our spar and it did the same thing to the javelins as it did to my barrage when I fought against her. I also summoned Gungir out of the fallen tower and sent it against my classmates. Most of them dodged the Giant spear and the remaining students were impaled and swallowed to the depths below. They charged towards me and I entrapped seven of them in a gigantic Crimson spider-web. The Red Longsword transformed into a Golden Staff—the top end of the staff was adorned with the crest of the Divine Council. I pulled back the staff and the web scooped them up like scooping up scum out of a pot. I lifted them up, like a caught deer trapped in a net, and spun them around as if they weighed nothing at all. After a few spins, I slammed it down hard to my left, then to my right, and that repeated eight times; upon the eighth impact to the ground, I struck the ground in front of me and the web vanished.
The victims' faces were unrecognizable and their bodies twisted and deformed. I chuckled softly and mocked those dead before me. I looked toward the remaining ten and summoned two more Shoulder War Towers. I clicked my fingers together and the towers unleashed hell towards them; nine of them weren't able to defend themselves while the lone survivor blocked my assault. I groaned in disappointment and dismissed my towers. A blur passed through my vision and I was lifted up to the heavens; a gigantic black metal stake impaled me from behind, I hacked up bloodstained fluid out of my mouth as I started to wheeze for air. The fool that had done this uttered out that it was over and his friends were avenged. I smirked and let out a pathetic attempt of a laugh.
"Did you really think this is over? Why don't you look behind you?"
The boy glanced at me with uncertainty and scanned his rear; a body filled with ballista bolts was all that he saw. Until he realized that he was eyeballing himself—all sanguinary and caked with arrows everywhere. The boy questioned me on how was it possible. I explained, while I mended myself, that I did not only summon two War Towers behind me I also brought up two other towers behind him. The illusion of the boy vanished in a Platinum Glow as well as the gigantic Stake. I mocked his demise and faced the 21st Academy.
"It's time that I ended this conflict once and for all." I yelled out and appeared in the middle of campus. I hoisted my hands to the Heavens and with a loud voice, "Look at the clock before you, it shows you the hour when the end and the beginning come together." A giant grandfather clock emerged from the ground and its hours were ticking down to midnight; even the sun seemed to obey this device as it rapidly vanished and was replaced with the light of moon. The chimes of the chronometer echoed throughout the entire school and all those still living feared at what's to come.
"Yes, now is the time! Open the doors to the Celestial Land!"
A mass of Platinum Moths materialized all over the school and everyone screamed in fear. I laughed evilly as I reentered at the quadrangle. I saw people running for their lives as they were chased by Goat-headed men and women. The unfortunate people who were caught by them were being pulled left and right as if toddlers were arguing on who wanted to play with the toy first—it was a mix of laughter and the victim's death throes. Appendages were flying about, blood painted the floor, and piles of meat being consumed by the Goat-headed nobles. The sight was truly glorious before me. However, I saw the principal who tried to escape from the 'Banquet'. I leered and flew towards her. She howled out in fear and started to back away from me.
"Ma'am… Where are you going? The festivities have just begun," I sneered at her and clicked my fingers together. The entire place converted into a small dining hall, "I guess since you are the principal, you should be treated as if you are a VIP." I clicked my fingers together and four trays with lids manifested on the table. I told her a small story about the Magus Family of 1986—their greediness which led to their fitting end and she asked what did that have to do with her current situation. I announced that I will be giving her a small feast and these trays were her menu. I lifted the first tray—the aperitif—a wine glass filled with crimson fluid. I explained that it was freshly squeezed from her oldest brother whom she hated because of his pestering attitude. Two of the Goat Nobles held her in place while the other noble grabbed the glass and forced her to drink it. I raised the second lid, I explained that it was a salad that she loved on her 20th birthday adorned with the finest vegetables and her sister's deceiving tongue. Again, the noble grabbed the fork and force fed it to her. I elevated the third, I clarified that it was Tuna Fish pie wrapped in the skin of her younger brother who betrayed her so many times.
"And for dessert, I prepared this one myself. It is that daughter of yours whom you spend no time with at all." I spoke to her and took the lid off of the tray. A rosy skinned girl's head with snow white locks was seen surrounded with apple slices. The woman shrieked in fear from the sight while I hooted out evilly. I waved my hands and we were brought back to the Academy. The other nobles waited for our return and soon began their feast upon the lady. I felt a surge of power rushing within me. I grabbed my phone which turned into the Grimoire and saw that I have indeed ranked up to Divine. I howled out happily in an evil manner as I have ranked up.
I began my walk out of campus; even more shouts for help resonated under the midnight sky. As I stepped out of the building, time turned back to normal—10:45 am, only an hour and forty-five minutes have passed. I faced the institution and pointed my hands towards the heavens.
"Let this tale be a never-ending Cat Box, locked with an impossible riddle that only a Di Angelo can solve."
Gigantic thorns emerged from the ground and they started to wrap up the entire compound. After a few minutes, a massive thorny dome was made and the crest of the Divine Council appeared by the gates; it signified that the council has approved of the riddle and the contents of the Cat Box. I laughed evilly one more time and disappeared in a Platinum Glow; my laughter echoed the almost noon sky.
Vengeance was mine at last…
Author's Note: And that ended on a slightly dark yet glorious note. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter as I enjoyed making it. Please follow, fave, and review guys. I accept constructive criticism a lot as it helps me in improve the story. So I will see you all again in a week for Chapter Three! Ven Out! :3
