"Found it!" Jason exclaimed loudly as he rushes towards his desk. Althea saw him scrambling and desperately trying to pinpoint something on the book.
After closing the door she went to Jason's bookcase and took her usual book revolving the subject of politics. For a girl who took a medical course, people would raise their brows after seeing her carry books unrelated to treating patients.
The book is held above her palm while her fingers flipped multiple pages until the page she lately read.
Her eyes were locked onto the written letters and phrases until she glanced at her teacher. Jason clear got stuck and forcefully tried to think of something while he rubbed his fingers together.
"Verse VI: To tap into the true potential of your power, focus your energies towards a singular goal."
Althea waited for a response but she got ignored. A vein appeared on her forehead, 'This damn old man.'
She menacingly approached Jason with the book in her hands— *BAM! The book made a loud sound as it got roughly placed on the desk surface.
A few things hopped and returned back to the desk surface; one of which was Jason's inkwell that didn't land gracefully. Yes, it got spilled.. all over his hand and a slight little movement of his hand can destroy the paper he's writing on.
Jason stayed quiet creating a menacingly cold atmosphere which made Althea have beads of sweat all over her forehead, one thing she could think is she literally messed up.
Behold the fury of Jason! "CAN'T YOU SEE I'M WRITING SOMETHING ALTHEA?!!"
She shrieked before speeding away. The scene was seen by everyone inside the building; a teacher chasing his mischievous student.
*Thunk. If it weren't for fate not on her side, Althea wouldn't be dragged by her teacher with the collar of her coat which looked similar to Jason's.
...
"Are you done throwing up?" Henry had a face of a person has given up on everything in life.
Irene made a thumbs up with a big smile on her face. Henry noticed a small amount of vomit at the edge of her mouth and wiped it with his own thumb then wiped his thumb with his clothe.
She didn't know what Henry was doing but she felt light as if the weight on her head was decreased after she threw up on the painting Henry was inspecting.
He looked at the painting with vomit dripping from the matrix to the ash grey carpet. Irene noticed his gaze towards the painting and had a teasing smile, "What? Do you think I ruined it?"
He sighed before shaking his head, "No, it's just my father painted this at a young age of eleven while they went on a disguised tour at the countryside."
"Wha-What?!" Irene explained with a genuine shocked expression. She thought that this painting had a professional and experienced painter use a brush to create a magnificent art.
"But I think this is not the genuine piece since grandmother greatly treasures father's belongings," Henry had a thoughtful look on his face.
Irene sighed, "That is a relief.. but is your grandmother still alive?"
His face suddenly darkened and Irene immediately noticed it, "I-It's alright if you don't want to talk about her!"
Henry made a frown and shook his head again, then he raised his head which had a small smile, "I don't mind talking about my grandmother but this topic reminds me of her death."
He turned his gaze towards the window with a sight of a blue bird on a branch of a tree. "I remember it quite vividly on a blossoming spring day when Zara was born two months earlier than expected."
"The adults were already troubled with that Sophia being a daughter of an Arezian Princess and father's first illegitimate child. So, my mother was neglected."
Irene suddenly interrupted with the most possible respectful tone she could speak in, "Did you hate your father, or particularly everyone?"
Henry formed his hands to tight fists while creating a furious face, "Of course I did. My mother and sister almost died and they were occupied with an illegitimate child!"
He inhaled a huge amount of air before exhaling, "I'm sorry for suddenly raising my voice."
"No.. no, it's alright."
Henry covered his mouth with his hand while looking at Irene from head to toe. She noticed her piercing gaze and covered chest with her arms forming an x.
He chuckles seeing Irene's sudden movement, "I'm not thinking anything weird. You were very weak while laying on the bed and now you look full with energy."
He made an expression similar to a face with doubt, "Maybe you should try to exercise your magic."
"With who?"
"Is that a yes?" he paused seeing her determined face, "Then let's go to the Magician's Tower!"
— RUBDECKN PALACE, BATHROOM
Allen Zika has disappeared and Abaddon returned to his original form. His long silky black hair with a few golden blonde strands hanging by the side of a wide 5ft by 5ft tub.
The servant who was inside his shadow everytime reappeared with his physical body behind the opaque curtains.
"These two teeth are always sharp," Kassandra said while rubbing the two sharp teeth which held a similarity with a vampire's.
"And this buttocks of yours are always round," Abaddon said with a monotone voice amidst holding Kassandra's naked round bottom with his bare hands.
She raised her head and leaned on the air which made her neck curved a little. Abaddon payed no attention since he knows that she has began her bad habit of getting lost in her own illusions.
Well aside from that, he isn't even aroused nor flustered to see two round melons in front of his face. Although only a specific number of people know of his misfortune which is greatly fabricated.
Kassandra once barged into his bathing place then she became his bathing buddy. It seemed weird for a feared succubus to accompany the Devil while bathing so rumors spread like wildfire that she seduced or brainwashed him. Enough of this sudden trivia!
"It seems the peasant area is lively today and I sense that she has recovered," she then properly sat again.
Abaddon releases his grip and she stood up making water drip from her sinful body. Kassandra looks at his darkened expression and sighs, "It seems that I've soured your mood, milord."
He stayed silent before keeping her emotions and composure in check. She stepped out from the bath and got dried by unnamed servants.
"But if I would have a say in this motion of yours," she paused as she blinked, "Letting a kid with leaking dark magic near that woman; how childish of you."
"Shut up, Kassandra. She is mine, only mine, I can't let anyone get in the way but if there are then I will crush them like weak insects."
Hearing his words, Kassandra could merely sigh and say honest words inside her mind, 'He has lost sense and what a lame excuse.'