Chapter 3
Look at the faces around you,
What do you see?
Happiness, sadness, joy?
These faces are shrouded
by the masks of their possessors.
We all ware them, everywhere we go.
Life is one fantastic Masquerade,
but it's time for you to see the true identity
of your dancing partner.
But wouldn't that take away the novelty-
Of what the mask stands for?
The unknown-the thrill-the mystery-
Take the novelty of you and me?
Agatha was in beautification class, from talking with the twins she knew how important beauty was, beauty could fool many people and destroy nations if used to one's advantage, the whole class stopped for a few seconds when a screeching noise began to move towards them, the boys (who never took their training swords of (thought Agatha with an eye roll)) moved towards the door just as it slammed open, and there standing in all her glory was Azrael, with little fairies swirling around her, never coming to close, the glare she was sending them might as well have killed them.
She walked calmly and quickly into the classroom grabbed Agatha by the arm and dragged her out, Agatha couldn't complain, the people in there were awful, they never shut up.
As they got to the moat they sat down under a willow tree, "Agatha dear, the people here are absolutely hilarious," Azrael laughed, "they thought that they could scare me, what are they, super villains or super stupid." They both laughed at that one, after all one would need to be better than a group of low class idiots trying to play villains in order to scare Azrael or Abaddon, "well," Agatha began, "I have been dealing with a group of prima-donna's all morning, I mean they never shut up, have you found the poison store yet?"
She sighed, "No, but I will hopefully find it soon, if not then I will just have to concoct some of my own, they really are quite stupid are they not?" both girls cackled with glee, they continued to banter back and forth until the other students headed out to the wood land area, they both headed out to see who their 'competition' was, after all they couldn't have anyone stronger than them running around.
Just as they headed out the thing from class stormed out with a number of other things right behind it, "So you think your name is Azrael do you? Utter nonsense I have the class names here, your name is Sophie, SOPHIE you runt." Agatha stepped forward black eyes flashing with anger mouth opened to retort, Azrael grabbed her arm and shook her head, seething Agatha stepped back as Azrael stepped forward, time seemed to stand still, no one had ever had the guts to stand up to one of the evil teachers.
"you are right in a sense," Azrael started, her voice eerily calm, "While I lived in a village in order to live I had to take the name Sophie, and Azrael is not my true name, for my father would never give me a name to remind him of the curse of my birth, the curse of death, listen as I speak now for I will not repeat it again, my birth name is Astra Azrael Hargreaves, the star of death, the youngest of the cursed twins." She finished with pride.
Seeing one of her brothers pet ravens flying towards her she held her arm up for it to land on, "you will release Agatha and Azrael or you will suffer, do you understand me?", a booming voice sounded over the clearing.
Mass panic ensued, people began screaming, teachers poured out of the entrances and all manner of creatures came to join the students. "See," Azrael whispered to Agatha, "there is no reason to fear them. They can't even protect themselves!" Azrael Began to laugh sweetly.
'Yes,' Azrael thought, 'there is nothing to fear within the boundaries of this school.'