"I thought as much. This meeting is dismissed. I have taken the liberty of informing the faculty, you needn't worry, Skeptor and Memphe."
Begrudging looks and unsatisfied agendas exited, leaving Igna with the new director, "-the campus is split with the new position."
"Father," she deadened her expression, "-you are truly a man who doesn't care."
"Correct."
"I admit, awakening as the heir to Lucifer feels weird. My body, my soul – it shrieks. Do you know what I'm feeling?"
"Excitement," he added nonchalantly, "-you're freed from prior engagements. There is no longer the need to hide behind meek, shallow humbleness. You're fit to be one with the elites. Your initiation as one of my Jurors will wait. Take pride in thy hand and face the world head-on. You have a country to control, control to save, and perhaps, another to destroy. The academy is yours to rule, Teresa. Do not expect much from my side."
