New Year, Old Blood
Paradise, West Virginia. Located in the northern panhandle, nestled in the mountains and forests of the tri-state area. This isn’t our first visit to this lovely place, nor will it be the last. As was before, it lived depending on the time as well as the day, itself, but it was never truly dead. Only resting. Waiting for night to come once more. Nothing had changed in the time, still the sleepy hollow nestled under the Academy’s turrets. Its main road still had its diner, a fast food chain across from it, and a gas station at its center before continuing to the Academy and the turn to go back around the town to leave. There was the movie theater, a quaint little place, all before rows of apartments.
But we aren’t here for that. No. We are here for the main attraction.
Vereor Nox Academy.
A simple glance at the building stirred feelings. Wonder, curiosity, intrigue; mystique unbound. Its very existence was a mystery, the Gothic architecture clashing in a town where the majority was younger than the Civil War. Its dark stone walls, as if carved from the earth, as if it had been etched from a mountain in that valley, clashed against the softer, foreign red stone of the diner and the concrete that made the complexes. Yet it didn’t seem to fit. It didn’t seem to belong. A stranger to the rest of the world around it, though was the eldest of them all.
Its parapets, eight in all, lashed at the sky, tore at that soft blue until it bled orange and purple and so much red. It stained the glass windows, catching it, glowing with its soft blood. The signal for the city and its streets to awaken once more. Cars rumbled to life around the apartments, headlights seen at the end of the bridge into town, all lumbering their way through a wash of Autumn’s bounty. The trees condensed, seeming to lock together as they loomed ever closer to the wrought iron gates at the base of the Academy, rising from the valley behind it. Not a single bar nor rod had a single blemish of rust. The gates to the staircase up to its double doors had been swept clean, allowing its purple carpet to burn against the dark stone it laid upon.
Inside those double doors, made from dark wood, a grand chandelier awaited, made of crystal, casting thousands of dazzling lights across the entry and beyond. It hung between two sets of staircases, heading to heights hidden in its splendor, while there was a door across and two arches to the left and right of the entry. The right housed many a plush chair and couch, the air filled with soft music. The left had another sitting area before a hallway, packed with doors and plaques, freshly polished for the “day”, for a new year in those halls.
To all alumni, let this be a reminder; for newcomers, a warning. Vereor Nox Academy wasn’t like other schools. It wasn’t because of the lake on its grounds, covered in soft mist this night. It wasn’t the modern warehouse built across on its grounds through that door in between the staircases.
No. It was because of its clientele, the students it catered to.
As cars pulled into the parking lot, as doors slammed shut and voices, faces rose, appearing out of thin air, feathers filled the sky. The air was heavy with the beatings of wings, mingling with the chiding giggles and scathing rumors that they carried. Howls answered and summoned the moon as it rose over the horizon. Shadows flickered and roiled in its wake, ending at the top of the stairs.
Cars continued to roll in, packing the parking lot before it, and “people” clambered out of their metal coffins to greet another day at Vereor Nox Academy. By hoof, by talon, by spindly leg, or even no legs at all. An unseemly sight any day in the real world, but here, at the Academy, it was the mundane. The only place it could be... on the east coast, at least.
But. There was one this night that did stand out. One that seemed far too normal for such an abnormal place.
“Excuse me!” Samantha Coffey called out. She waved her brown satchel at the harpies overhead, little more than a patch of leather on an old string. How she waved it, threatening to spill the (light) contents out on herself as she fought with her bright blue loafers. It was a trying battle, but, in the end, they won and slipped off on the stairs as she climbed up after them to the Academy’s heights. If only she had taken a bit longer to straighten and smooth out her black stockings, allowed them to contour to her feet, as she had done around her waist. It was in perfect form under her skirt, not a wrinkle to be seen on the blue fabric, matching her blue dress jacket. It was buttoned up, hiding her white blouse, which in turn matched her gloves, all but her caramel-colored face hidden behind the cloth. “Hey! Dammit! Any of you? Excuse me!”
One of the harpies finally showed mercy and landed before her. She had deep red feathers, tipped with white, running from her neck to her tail which flourished behind her, but it was her chest Samantha leered at. Not only was she trying to catch her breath, but also used the time to back a few steps to retrieve her shoes, lumbering back up to the already impatient bird woman. The feathers were tearing at the tight white tank. It didn’t need much help, her breasts each as large as their keeper’s head, and their tips a soft orange, reminiscent of a certain restaurant also named after a bird.
They perked under the Samantha’s glare, which made the harpy’s feathers fluster and rip more at the cloth until, at last, she squawked.
“What do you want?” The harpy said.
Samantha shook her head, and finally lifted her head, glaring into the harpy’s large, ruby eyes as she released a long sigh.
“I was catching my breath, thank you,” she said, tugging on her short brown hair. She still panted, seen in Autumn’s kiss. “Where’s the dean’s office?”
“Missed orientation or something?”
Another harpy landed, her feathers a solid mass of black, clashing against her golden talons. The first was a high-born and had human legs, which seemed to be enough to warrant for the low-born not to wear pants, showing off the soft, white tuft near her nethers.
“This hag holding you up, Rin?” The black harpy said.
“Yeah. Seems her memory slipped. She can’t even remember where the dean’s office is.”
“Well, we aren’t no girl scouts. Do we really need to help this old crone?”
“It would be the nice thing to do. Otherwise she’ll just continue to pester and whine until she falls backwards.”
“What’s taking you two so long?” A third harpy joined, another low-born. This one had brown feathers, but had the plume on top of her head gelled up into a mohawk.
“We’re trying to think of how to help granny here,” the black one said. “She can’t remember the way to the dean’s.”
“How dreadful. I hope I never get that old.”
Samantha scoffed at last, and all kindness was now gone when she spoke
“I’ll have you know I’m only twenty-five!” She said, the stone under crackling. Metal wrapped around her knuckles as she pinched her brow, a soft yellow light pulsing through the silver. “Now. Do any of you walking dinner buckets know where it is or not?”
“No need to be so rude,” the red one said. “It’s up the stairs, to the left, and down the hall. You can’t miss it.”
“Great. Thank you. Have a pleasant year.”
“Eat me!” The black harpy yelled back as they took to the air again. A flurry of feathers fell with them... as well as the last of the first’s white tank.
Samantha heaved a heavy sigh, bordering on growling, and let her hand fall from her head. It was still heavy, but the metal on it melted off by the time she made her way to the top of the stairs, leaving behind a trail of silver slime on the carpet. But she didn’t care. She was too busy wheeling about in the entrance, gawking at the chandelier, at the soft, vine like wallpaper and the “sconces”. Students shoved by, grumbling at her, calling her the nuisance. In her eye, they were. They were entitled, ignorant of the true beauty they strode through. Them, the harpies, the other wastrels that muttered; all ignoring the fact they were inside, surrounded by such... history. Pedigree.
How could they be so nonchalant in their wear? The fact she was starting to feel under-dressed, yet some wore almost nothing... and others did wear nothing. Had they no respect, no understanding of where they were?
No matter, She thought, and shrugged. She fought the urge to skip into the left room, but, just like the shoes, she lost. She even continued to do so down the hall to the arch, heading for the offices. No other door mattered along the way, her deep, green eyes warming, seeming to light the hallway to the door at its end, gleaming off the plaque on it.
Samantha didn’t even come to a full stop at the door, hoping to swing it open mid-stride.
Only to find it was locked.
It rattled in her hand then thumped against her head and heels. She backed away into an adjacent room, her grimace gone in the dark. Shame, too; she had such a nice smile ready. Her nose throbbed, pressed down- and bleeding. Lovely. She fished a packet of tissues from her satchel, pressing it firm against it as she check her cell. Time seemed to slow to a halt, waiting for the dean, but didn’t dare to play game nor check her texts. The only thing she did aside watch the time was check her email, the one left by Lilith.
Be at my office at 20:30 on Monday.
She closed the email, and glared at the time. 8:25. Samantha heaved another weary sigh, and squeezed the hem of her skirt. It wasn’t long before her legs started to fidget, bouncing and rubbing against each other. There was no circulation in the room, and she was starting to sweat. If she only took off her jacket –but would she truly give in to simple creature comforts, would she give up professionalism to avoid discomf- the jacket had to go. It had to fucking go.
Another dreary-turned-relieved sigh echoed in the office. Her jacket was folded in her lap now, allowing her fair arms to breath, as well revealing the ruffles of her blouse by her shoulders. She continued to tap her heel, though, watched her cell as it crept ever closer to 8:30, and almost jumped to her feet when she heard a door creak open. Not just any door, but Lilith’s!
It slowly opened, a shadow seen against its glass before it was pulled inside, and Samantha bolted to her feet. Her smile was once again in place... only to falter and disappear. Another harpy. She stepped out beyond the door, carrying a bag of refuse.
Samantha slumped back on the chair in the dark, pulling her feet up as the harpy’s clacked by, clearing that room, too. Their tips were capped in silver, polished, reflecting everything above including her brown skirt and what awaited under it –or, rather, what wasn’t there. Like she needed the help seeing that; the girl’s violet-and-orange tail flared, bounding, bouncing and pushing her skirt up with each rocking trot only to be pushed down seven steps too late. Her black tee suffered a similar fate as the harpy before, tearing to shreds, showing off the dusky tips under.
Once more it took the harpy’s squawks to pull Samantha’s vision from those dark points, looking up into those yellow eyes.
“It’s dark in here, you know?” Samantha exclaimed. “Had to look with the high beams.”
The harpy rolled her eyes, and trotted out of the room... but not before flipping the light on, making it that much more uncomfortable for Samantha. She glowered down at her chest, her bra giving it some definition. But even that was being generous.
Will never understand why they even have those, Samantha thought, and listened, waiting for the silver cap’s taps to be lost to the crowd before she stood. They’re birds, for crying out loud.
Ah, but she simply shook her head.
Stopped, realizing that Lilith’s office was still open.
She shuffled out into the hall, checked each office along the way, and looked out onto the lobby before looking back at Lilith’s door. No one was there; she checked her phone. 9:15. She’s running late, anyways.
Samantha grimaced at it until it went dark, then returned up the hall, before the door. Peering inside. The first item she noticed was the mahogany desk. It took up most of the back, with only enough room to walk around the right, while the left was taken by a brown leather couch. There were three chairs around the desk, two rather basic compared to the winged beauty behind. A name plaque sat in the center of it, bordered by two silver picture frames, newer than anything in that room, where dust collected on the long bookshelves flanking either side. Tomes upon tomes, leathers, vinyls shimmered with the dust, one long, thin veil, connecting all. A rather brown ficus sat in the right hand corner, still pulling the room together even in its final hours.
Samantha took a few deep breaths, and, finally, stepped into the room. She approached the desk with bated breath, and reached for one of the photographs.
Her heart dropped as she felt a hand on her back, sidling up to her shoulder before falling off, releasing her breath as it did. She heaved another sigh, smiling at the woman sweeping around and behind the desk, taking her place in the winged chair, smoothing out her dark top as she did. The woman waited for Samantha to sit in one of the two before her, and eased the picture away from her clawing hand and back on the desk.
“I take it you are Miss Coffey,” she said, her voice like velvet, seeming to... raise insinuations, to drip with tawdry flair and rouse all in its roll. Her hair paled that black blouse, spreading before her magnificent cleavage, skin almost as white as snow. Her red eyes twinkled, looking over Samantha, as her hands clasped each other, creased tight on her desk. “I do apologize that I am running late. I had other matters to attend to.”
“You were running late? I thought I was really early,” Samantha said, giggling, trying to shake off that wave that tried to envelope her as she offered her hand. “Nice to meet you! I am Samantha. Samantha Bernice Coffey.”
“Lilith Brimst.” She didn’t return the offer. Instead, she gestured to the photos, smiling softly. “I would appreciate if you didn’t touch things on my desk, Miss Coffey, or, at the very least, wait until I am in my office before entering.”
“Oh. Sorry. The door was open, and curiosity got the better of me, you know?”
Lilith gave a soft chuckle. Though it sounded like she was trying to put Samantha at ease, it couldn’t have been further from the truth as it crept into her. It made it all the harder to dispel those moans rising in the back of Samantha’s mind, closing in as her gaze continued to creep towards her eyes. Even as she fought it. This one had to be where the streak broke, but that didn’t hinder those giggles, those moans, those soft, satin sheets that seemed to roll with the light in Lilith’s eyes-
She jerked her head towards the couch, feeling a bit sickened by it. Which meant Lilith could finally answer.
“Yes, well, curiosity is best to be sated rather than squelched and fester away,” she said. “I must ask you to respect my privacy from hereon.”
“Right. Noted. Sorry.”
Lilith pulled one of the pictures to her, sighing as she looked upon it.
“I must ask for forgiveness, myself. I let you and your family wait a long time before receiving an answer. We have had... issues as of late.”
“Issues? Hopefully nothing too apocalyptic, huh? I mean, I don’t see any gateways to Hell or giant meteors, so how bad could it have been, right?”
Samantha gave a small chuckle again, trying to actually alleviate the mood, but the shade that had settled on Lilith’s visage seemed to steal any warmth that may have been born in that room. And once again Samantha found her gaze had drifted back to them.
“Several students were murdered. In a gruesome fashion.” Lilith stated, her voice cold, yet a mile away. “Teachers, too, while others suffered even more.”
“Oh my gods! What happened?”
“Jealousy. And ignorance. Blissful, but ignorance all the same.” Lilith shook her head, and the cold pressure that had settled on Samantha seemed to rise with it. “It’s been taken care of. The proper procedures were taken, and now we are back to normal. So I finally managed to schedule an appointment to meet you... and tell you that I must decline your position.”
“What?” She blurted, and the smile that Samantha had painstakingly plastered all that time was gone. “Sorry, but... what?”
Lilith looked away from the photo and up at Samantha at last- and Samantha barely had time to look away.
“The last time we had a Coffey in these halls, it ended... shall we say, not well?”
“That’s... that’s absurd! My mother has nothing but praise for this place-”
“While I have only complaints.” She put the photo down and reached into the drawer beside. She needed both hands, grunting, panting as she pulled out a manila folder. Her arms quivered, shuddered until she was able to get it above the desk, and let it thud onto it. Coffey was taped on its front. “Your mother was a rather... promiscuous sort. She was caught well over nine-hundred seventy-four times consorting with students, teachers... and any and every possible combination of such. She had shown bias in her grading, and, without even issuing a two-weeks notice, left us in quite a state of disarray.”
“That was during Katrina! Of course she left. She had to check on her family.” On me.
“Though that may be the case, she never returned for duty.”
“That’s because you sent her a letter of termination with severance pay. Why would she return to a place she was cut from when her-”
She bit back her tongue, clenching her hands, starting to become heavy again, and looked Lilith straight in the eyes, seeming to dive into those crimson pools- she looked into them... No. This was not a loss. She wanted to look into them, to glare at her. She stared long and deep into those crimson abysses. She did not dare to look away, even as those moans fully enveloped her, as the real world faded into silks and satin. Lilith’s breath was hot on her neck, her perfect, white teeth nipping and nibbling as Samantha arced against her. Her thighs squirmed, trembled, feeling her soft, white hand trail along it. Goosebumps rose under those scarlet nails, digging in just enough to be heard as they made their way in between, rubbing its true target. Samantha fought hard to keep her breathing steady, even as Lilith continued to toy with her, to pull and suck on her ear, while her other hand rubbed her left nip, making the dark tip rise.
“Look,” Samantha said, gulping. She kept her voice steady, the only victory she needed at that moment, and blinked at last. The office returned. Lilith had clasped her hands together again, her elbows resting on the desk, allowing her to lean and nest her chin in her digits. “Is there any way we can put this ugly business behind us? That was my mother. I am not her nor anything like her-”
“Save for your gift.” Lilith said, and smirked as Samantha shuddered, feeling more than hearing her voice roll over her. Her eyes darted down to Samantha’s middle, bringing forth a warmth someplace that she really didn’t need any more of at that moment. “Well? Why not a small presentation?”
Samantha... broke her stare at last, and fought so hard to not to shake, to not even give the smallest twitch as she stood and held out her right hand. Fire, black wisps swirled down it, molding to her knuckles, ripping them apart. They were replacing with five silver claws, formed from the ether. They sparked with blue lightning, sapping the lights above, buzzing loud as sparks swarmed from those gilded tips and yellow energy pulsed through. They closed into an orb, let loose as she sat again, swirling around her, whirring softly.
It stopped by her hand again and again to regain its luster, to split and make more of themselves until there were seven. Only then did they dare to cross the desk and touch Lilith’s hands, whom simply hummed and grabbed them. She crushed each in between her thumb and index, leaving but a simple black dot on each.
“Not too shabby,” Lilith said. “Definitely more promise than your mother showed... but this isn’t a magic school. This is a place for himan, of which your family-”
“And grandmother and her mother... all have a bad reputation with. If any of the older families hear that I had let another Coffey onto the premises... and, even then, we have three witches already-”
“Then let me be the fourth. You’ll be that much closer to a full coven.”
“We don’t want a full coven. Experience has already shown that the Three-Fold Law only requires one of said three to do something wrong to doom us all; why would we want more to potentially jeopardize everything?”
“Come on. There must be something I can do... How about I intern?”
“Yeah! Let me work my ass off for, say, a year, without- er, with minimum pay. Let me gain your trust, the other witches’- hell, the students’ trust. Just give me that... Please? I’ll... I’ll do anything!”
Lilith crooked her brow, her smirk only growing wider as she reached across the table and grabbed her hand.
“Anything?” She mused, and locked Samantha with her gaze again,
The world boomed in Samantha’s ears, forcing her to close her eyes, and she was unable to fight her panting any longer, jerking back against her chair.
Samantha’s clothes were gone, lost to the floor in a jumbled heap. Lilith’s were torn off, strewn to the far corners. They were on the leather couch, curled into each others embrace, but it was apparent that Lilith was in control. How Samantha shuddered, how she mewled against her chest as Lilith continued to caress and tease in between her legs. Lilith shushed her again and again, pushing her breasts firm against her lips, moaning with each gulp against her pert, ruby red tips. The room reeked of lust, Samantha savoring every gulp of it by those breasts, smelling of jasmine and lavender, only to be pulled away and forced on her knees before Lilith’s lower lips. Lilith grabbed the back of her head and eased her to them, her cli-
Lilith let her hand go, and tittered as Samantha opened her eyes, looking just off to her left.
“My, my. A virgin, no less.” Lilith said, but shook her head. “Don’t fret. I won’t ask such from you. After all, I’m a faithful woman... Can the same be said about you?” She reached into her desk again, and pulled out her cell from her breast pocket as she retrieved a bit of parchment. “We are done... for today. I’ll need to make a few calls, but I think I have something in mind. Come back, say, in a week, around the same time, and we’ll talk business then.”
Samantha... blinked, and struggled to her feet. Her thighs... and hand trembled, holding one out to Lilith while the other clung to the desk. Considering her legs needed all the help they could get, the hand was the best option.
Lilith, once more, refused to take it. “Ah, don’t thank me just yet.”
“I will, though, for at least giving me this chance.”
Lilith sighed, and continued her note, not even paying Samantha any more mind. If only the same was true for Samantha. One last dirty thought flitted in between, and it was enough to make her silver claws return, digging into the desk as her middle twitched. Her panties ruined.
“You may come to regret it,” Lilith said, chortling as she shot Samantha a dirty look. “Also, do remember next time that witches are incredibly susceptible to succubus and their mind games. I showed mercy; others won’t.”
Samantha scoffed, but was more than happy to waddle out of that office, clinging to the wall then railing. That didn’t mean she slowed; if there was anybody else coming in, they would have been blind-sided by her speed out. She did not stop until she was out the front door. She did not slow even as she went down the stairs, even as her shoes dared to slip and slide. They held, though, even through the wrought iron gates, and into her red sedan. The keys were still in the ignition, forgotten in her excitement before... and now.
She leaned against the steering wheel, biting it, panting, shuddering as she could no longer hold back. Even in that tiny rush, feeling her panties as soiled as they were; her hand was buried between her thighs, her blue underwear peeled to the side. The vision was still so fresh, feeling Lilith’s rub against hers, their legs locked together, grinding, bucking as the desk under creaked and shimmered with their juices, filled her with such pleasure.
With such disgust... She came all the same, squirting on the faux leather thrice over before finally loathing it too much to continue, and straightened herself.
She turned the car on, her face flushed in the vanity mirror, watching as she backed onto the dead roads of the tri-state area, and headed for the motel just on its border to the highway. Moans rippled, thumped against her bedroom wall, her clothes folded neatly on the bar along the left wall. Its mirror mocked her, showing her teasing her breasts and thrusting the blue dildo with each thump behind, fighting her own moans as theirs rippled through. Black fire flourished from that blue rod, hitting the sweet spots, making her cum more oft than her fucking buddy in the other room, ending long before she was ever done. By the time they decided to argue and storm out along the walkway, she was only finally turning over on her knees, thrusting in from behind. She bit her pillow, and moaned hard into it as the bed creaked and started to fold in on itself for the metal growing down her arms.
She collapsed before it did, unable to move her bottom half at all. She made sure her alarm was set for eight AM before slipping into tortured bliss, finally freed from Lilith’s touch.
I fucking hate that bitch, she thought, and would continue to echo as the week passed. This time, though, she was ready. She wore a pair of thick black sunglasses, watching, glaring at Lilith looking over paperwork. Lilith, herself, was in a dark blue tank this day, loose, clashing against her bright white jeans. Samantha would have asked why she was in such casual attire, but was too busy holding in her excitement... and anger.
She wrung the hem of her skirt again, her thumb tearing the smallest hole in the green fabric, stopped whenever Lilith looked up. Lilith did often, and smiled as she looked away. It was a game between the two, cat and mouse, gazelle to lion... until, at last, she slid the packet of papers before her. Along with a pen.
“All right. Here you go,” Lilith said. “Your internship papers. Your liability wavers, medical papers, and so on.”
“T-truly?” Samantha exclaimed, flipping through them, unable to hold her voice from squeaking.
Lilith... cleared her throat. “Yes. You are being given a trial period, a place where we think you’ll show the most... promise. You are to tutor those in the Black Halls.”
She dropped the paper, looking at Lilith...’s ear, avoiding those reds.
“The what now?”
“The Black Halls. Where students who are... not fit for society... go. For most, it’s pretty much grounds for termination. However... with you, they may have a shot.”
“W... well, I mean, what will I be-”
“Music. Arts. Maths. Science.”
“I can’t teach any of that!”
“Then what were you hoping to teach? Didn’t your mother teach you what working at Vereor Nox Academy entails?”
“Of course she did! I thought, though, I would have a year of internship to learn exactly what I needed to teach first- didn’t you see my credentials? I have a bachelor’s in teacher’s assistance. I’m still not wholly qualified to be a teacher!”
“Then this works out, doesn’t it? Take this class as a... first time making love. You’ll bumble, there will be plenty of blunders, but, by the end, you’ll be able to do far better for those that come around the next time.”
“Yeah, that’ll reflect well on my resume.”
“You should have thought of that before trying use your name to get in the door. You want to teach here, correct? Well, you better start learning to do so. Also, one last condition: you are to stay in the undercroft-”
Lilith nodded as she stood, and lead Samantha to the entrance. She practically dragged her under its chandeliers and between the double staircases. She lead her through the door nestled in between, and hooked a left, opening a trap door. She took Samantha’s hand and eased her down the steps to the dingy stone under, cobwebs stretching from each. Small lights lead them down, down into its depths, taking a right, a left, another right before coming to a dead end.
Samantha cocked her brow at Lilith, watching as she pushed on the wall- and gasped as it slid away, revealing a solid steel door, slid open by the third rock down from the first. Stainless steel walls waited behind, given a sterile glow by the lights, washing over door after solid, polished door. They had visors, covered with shields for the moment. Voices were heard grumbling inside, hidden under Lilith’s heels, clacking down and around to a simple set of bright steel stairs. They lead to another shielded door, swung open to reveal a posh bedroom, complete with its own mahogany desk, pressed against the wall beside the door. The bed was layered with thick satin, those blues aglow from the soft lamp on the table, casting long shadows from the books abound.
“This is where you’ll be staying.” Lilith stated, leading her back down the stairs and underneath, opening the door there to reveal a small classroom. A ‘window’ glowed on the left wall, showing scenery, a sun setting on a too blue ocean. Thirteen desks blotted the warm tile, all facing towards a simple oak podium and a whiteboard, whirring, ready to use the apps on its side. “This will be where you’re obviously going to teach.”
She handed her a roster, caressing her knuckles, tittering.
“You won’t have many, but each one is expected to pass if you are to have a job teaching here... do you accept?”
“Of... Of course. Of course I fucking do! Give me a pen! Sign me up, coach!”
“Just go with it, okay?”
She chortled, though no joy could be heard in it, and lead her back upstairs to her office, the papers waiting –which Samantha didn’t even give her the chance, signing them before Lilith got behind the desk. Lilith offered her hand, but Samantha ignored it, her mind buzzing, ready to head back downstairs, if only to prove this... succubus wrong.
Lilith stopped her, however, clearing her throat, smiling at a picture.
“You know,” she mulled, “that attitude... You remind me of someone.”
She shook her head. “No. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. For now, go get the roster memorized. You begin class tomorrow at 9 PM, sharp, and are expected to work until 9 AM. If you need anything-”
“A computer would be nice. With a good wifi.”
“It will be provided... With all of that in mind, welcome to Vereor Nox Academy.”
“Glad to be here.” She saluted her... and left one finger up as she finally trudged back to her room. She looked over everything, ready to make her mother proud... and to show this bitch wrong. But first, she needed to cool off, unwind... and relish in the fact that she was in her office. Her very own office. At long last... Now, to make her mother proud.