I reached the class of the Joker. This is what the name of the class was and it had the Joker, the High Priestess and the Magician. I have so far figured out the structure of this place. It basically goes like this :
Third floor (highest)
Class of the Joker
Joker
High priestess
Magician
Second floor
Class of Cosmos
The star
The moon
The sun
Class of the palace
The emperor
The empress
Third floor
Class of mortals
The lovers
The chariot
The hermit
The hanged man
Class of trial
Justice
Judgement
The world
Strength
Temperance
Class of ends
Devil
Death
The tower
Now you may not have noticed but the wheel of fortune is not in there, the guy that had the strange colours in his eyes. He follows the Lady Luck but which one I'm not quite sure. He's in a seperate class named class of karma and as I am told, in this generation he is the loner, this is unlike other generations of the tarot where the hermit is the loner and for obvious reasons too. As you can see in the above the building works in a pyramid but there is no hierarchy which is why a substantial amount of major fights are to do with the 18 people in this building. Why I say 18 and not 21 is because the top three will always remain top three. The reason? Because a human can never top a demon in battle. Though the high priestess is not demon there is still something fishy going on.
I have been told that generations of groups can last up to 10 years because of the new jokers. They come from Purgatory (I call it that because I don't know the name, I keep forgetting to ask) and depending on how often a new heir comes of age, the school keeps the same system. It usually alternates between tarot and 52 (standard playing card deck). It seems that demons like games and prophecies.
Anyway, back to where we were, I was walking up the stairs with cautious eyes on me as they looked at the person who had left the wheel of fortune unscathed and even with some sympathy, that person wasn't even part of the royal court. And that said person was me. I reached the top level and to the end of the corridor I walked but I didn't even get there as magician was leaning on the door to the class of the joker. He had a big smile as his navy blue hair fell to shadow half his face. He had his top hat on and a smile that didn't reach his golden eyes. I felt my left eye muscles twitch( the one with the golden eye) and I felt Osric's desperate need to get out. I wasn't sure why every time I ran into his brother that he had the need to seperate but I didn't want to kill the cat so I let it be.
He materialised next to me in his normal black style without the hat, his trench coat billowed in the non-existent wind as he stood there looking at August.
"I'm not here for you, I just wanted him,"
August said to Osric without looking at him, instead his eyes were glued to me.
"Speaking of which, you took a long time to get here, was there a problem?"
His voice was one of suspicion as if he already knew what I was going to say.
"No,"
He shook his head.
"I knew it, all humans are terrible at lying, they are creatures of both heaven and hell I suppose. Looks like this one got more of hell though, still he's bad at lying,"
I looked at him wide eyed, that was suppose to be a nobles' secret.
"How?"
He smiled and tapped his head indicating that I had to think for myself. I frowned. I think enough for a human being thank you very much! I shouted in my head.
"So you knew as well then?"
I looked up to Osric's blank face and he just nodded.
"You also knew about me being a noble since I showed you me potential,"
I asked, already knowing the answer. He nodded as per my expectations
"You knew that I hated being heir, you knew that I summoned you because I wanted to make this world forget the word altogether, you knew, that I hated my life!"
I was getting angered by the second as these words spilled out and all the problems I had to deal with came rushing back. Then I asked the final question that I could manage.
"Then why did you act ignorant, Osric, or should I call you Cyrille now?"
I didn't know why I was acting like this, it was not his fault, it was mine for being so childish and naive. I know that, I knew that. Even now I still regretted and know that I was cracking under the pressure that hid in the dark corners of my mind. It pushed at my weak points and I had to break. The final straw.
Osric stood there emotionless, or so it seemed. It pissed me off how calm he was in the situation. It pissed me off how magician looked at me with sympathy. I wanted to shout, I wanted to blame everything on someone. Even that fortune guy could tell that my life was going to be miserable. So why? Why couldn't I keep what I cherished? Was I this unloved by the non-existent gods up somewhere in the sky?