That evening, Meg was in her room at the Demon Queen's castle when her door had suddenly opened.
"Hey sis," said a brunette boy with a horn on the left side of his forehead as he stepped into the room.
"What is it, Ventra?" asked Meg from her desk.
"I heard what happened at the academy and wanted to check up on you," said Ventura. He was wearing a blue sleeveless shirt and black pants with his forearms wrapped in black bandages.
"Honestly, I can't help but think I could have done something to stop it," said Meg.
"I knew that he was mad so maybe I…," she said before being cut off.
"There is nothing you could have done, he hated demons long before you even started teaching and it was also your second day so what exactly could you have done?" asked Ventra.
"I don't know," said Meg. She then turned her attention back to some papers on her desk.
"What are you doing?" asked Ventra.
"I'm trying to come up with a way to make sure something like this never happens again," said Meg while writing something down. Meanwhile, at the Avery household.
"You failure!" said a man who hit Jimmy hard enough that it sent him flying to the ground.
"But dad, it's not my…!" said Jimmy.
"There you go again, blaming others for the trouble you cause," said Mr. Avery along with a sigh while shaking his head.
"You're just like your mother, a racist who can't see what trouble your believes will cause for you and the others around you," said Mr. Avery.
"And all she got out of the beliefs was the death sentence, do you really want to follow in her footsteps to such a point!" he said.
"Don't talk about her like that," said Jimmy while he stood back up.
"And what… ugh!" said Mr. Avery as a pitch black aura wrapped itself around his neck, cutting off his ability to breath.
"You would be surprised by what I can do, father," said Jimmy at the same time he dropped an empty vial to the floor.