Principal's conduct
L- Laying
Y-Yield
I-Intercardinal
N-Nether
G-Give
Amalaric Thrallmaster is the peak of learning for vampires. Honoring tradition and heritage. As it seats in the Ghytto as the first house. Amalaric aims to educate the vampires, witches, werewolves, and alike. Accepting is truly the first key in moving forward to an enhance a brighter future.
Our Principal Vinitharius, welcomes all to the academy. Encouraging students to find, heed, and apply the means to their life.
A principal must LAY, put down the rules and laws of the school. All students are asked to mind themselves in a orderly manner. Showing respect and care for education.
A principal must YIELD, following school conduct and ethics and protecting the student body. As the first house under the law of Yo Gotithehm Ten that sits on The Old Hood. The principal must end old ties, poisons, and codes of the weak foundation.
INTERCARDINAL, A principal knows what direction the school should follow and that is NORTH. Amalaric believes in EXITS. Such as the Glorious Steps. We do NOT play with feet or the feet of another. Do NOT TRIP, STOMP, SPEED, or PAUSE nor SWEEP.
A principal must be involved and uninvolved. To be in the NETHER. A principal should mind his or her business while still minding the school's conduct.
A principal is GIVING to his student body and facility. Where there is no control, a principal has the power to meet the means. No child is turned away from education. If that student be laying down, a principal has the means to lift.
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"What the fuck is Chauncey doing?" asked Gloria. Sister Agatha stood behind Vinitharius in his office. He looked at the school's security cameras. Chauncey went from class to class with an army following behind him.
There were many bodies laid out on the floor. Some were decapitated and blood splattered everywhere. Chauncey shot inside classes and any feeble bodies visible.
He looked at the cameras. He raised his arms, "Three week suspension Vini!"
Vinitharius gazed into the monitor, listening to Chauncey's stupidity. "I got a devil in the gym Vini!"
Vinitharius quirked a brow, he shrugged. "Should we turn on the announcement?"
"No." he said. He started changing the monitors. Looking in the gym, the first thing to show was a creature's eye. His heart jumped and the whispers of the damn came through the system.
Sister Agatha rushed to mute it. "It'll turn you crazy. Make you confess."
"How the hell he summon a confessional piece."
"Either from himself or others," she stated. "I'll have the gargoyles look for any rituals on the premises."
Gloria Agatha exited the room. "Be careful," said Vini.
Sister Agatha coursed down the hallway from the fourth-floor building. She knew the school, there were two principal offices. On the main floor, the first level, and one at the peak. The gargoyles were always positioned at the first level near the main entrance. As for the peak, the gargoyles were often flying around or perched on the roof or crawling on the side of the building for security.
Sister Agatha wasn't the assistant principal, she was on the board of the school district from Yo Gotithehm Ten. Sister Agatha was a spirit, the body offered by Vinitharius. She still kept in contact with the mountain. They were moving forward, before the Old Hood was buried she used to be a teacher and then came the break in.
Police raced in without question. She didn't even close her classroom door. She stood a good six feet two and in heels she was six feet five.
Most in the Ghetto had a connection with Africa. Her ancestry came from Kongo, Sami in Russia, and Ethiopia. And then the baby she had with Vinitharius was Zulu, Kenyan, Russian, Ethiopian, Samu, Conolese, and a dap of Indian. Her son and daughter were up the mountain. It was better for them to be above the Ghytto then near it.
She was pregnant previously.
She took the elevator and went down the first level. As she rode, she was thinking about her duties. There was a devil thing in the school. That means it came from the church.
That was a huge snitch on the school. That meant there students going to the church for a body. Which also told they were sneaking to the east side or coming through illegally.
Was he a Student?
It made her heart race that foreigners were in the realm. Somewhere they weren't supposed to be. Though, another conclusion would be chasing fairies into the realm. So then, who called him?
There was so meant questions it wasted the time it took for the elevator to drop to the floor. As the doors opened they immediately closed. "What!"
Souls came into the elevator. 'Stay'.
"Why stay?" Sister Agatha put her back to the wall. She heard monstrous sounds that changed to barking. 'Werewolves?' she thought. 'No.' said the souls
The elevator thumped and rubbed together. Words covered her hand, she put it out in front of her, "BURST!" A ball of flames launched at the door, she heard the monster cry out. 'You need to go up Shirley'
She hadn't heard that name in a while. She licked her fangs, this was her new body. Despite everything, she wasn't a fucking lytch and that's what the current situation sounded like.
The growls and spits clattered again. The monster rushed through the elevator door. 'Go up!' beckoned the souls. Sister Agatha hurried to push the bottoms. The monster rushed at the door again, putting a dent in it. Words covered her hand, they smack the door, removing the dent. It roared and the transportation geared to ascend.
It didn't like any of that. She couldn't see but she felt the elevator jolt down. 'It's holding it!'
The monster clawed at the bottom of the elevator. It dug it's canine teeth into the metal. In her head, she was like 'Fine then'. "BREAK!"
The bottom broke from under the elevator. As she came down, she saw what was bothering her. "Is that a drunk?"
They came down on dirt, rock, and rubble. Gloria rolled off the heap onto the ground. The drunken vampire heaved as it fell on it's back. It spoke in broken lyrics, it's heart visible on the chest. She had never actually seen a drunk vampire.
Her mind reached the terrible finale that there were drunk, a church Idol, and a terrorist in the school. She hated she had to be slow for a moment.
Where was she now?
Sister Agatha went forward, using magic to light her way. To her far left was a beat up faded red car. There were clothes shattered on the ground. Flip flops to shorts to jeans and bra by the car.
This area felt terrible. The more she walked she saw a large sign, 'The Burning Sanctum of Bae'
"Is that a church?" her head started to pound. The light went out and souls appeared around her. A vision in her head, a church sitting still; all heads turn. A body drops to the floor as the pastor ducks behind the podium. Bullets whisper in the air. Children start yelling, their mothers hiding them.
She was there. She used to go there. Sister Agatha remembered the red seats around the beige pew chairs. At the end of the chairs were red flowers.
"Where am I?" she hated to ask that question again, her feet picked up speed turning into a hyper jog. A flag stuck out from the rebel.
She knew that flag. Black, Green, and Brown horizontal stripes. In the middle of the flag, a snake eating its own tail. Her heart stuttered, she felt faint, and a thought came to her. What… what was that man's name?
Sister Agatha went on, her feet were hurting feeling the pressure in her heels. She saw a door to the left, a broken double door with the chain still round the push handle.
Her conscious called her to the door, she used her magic. A silver chain, obviously. A dark red wooden door with a sticker on the left upper corner of a cross, a small marker reading 'jesus'.
It was stained red on top of red but it was dry. She put her hand in the red drag mark. Gloria sucked in air. 'Peace be with you motherfuckers!' the gunshot all over the walls. 'I have to get out of here. Where's my…'
'Ain't no fuckin' nigga leaving until I have my fucking money!'
A man with long hair to his shoulders. It was so black and wavy. His skin a deep ebony. A light stubble on his face with an ugly scar across his lips.
Sister Agatha saw herself, she saw Shirley. She was wearing heels, her favorite black Steve madden heels. Shirley boosted from the carpet floor. She ran down the side of the seats. 'I have to run. I have to run--I have to'
She fell on her face and the next pain was in her thigh. 'Shirely! You need to learn to seat yo ass down somewhere, I told you about wearing them fucking goofy ass heels!'
What was his name?
In the nave of the church stood a statue of a woman holding a ball and snake wrapped around her shoulders. The man with the gun shot the head off. 'Where the fuck is he.' His eyes were different. 'What the fuck did you do to me!' He grabbed the nearest person and interrogated them. 'Where the fuck is Saint!' he had fangs and his face was starting to wrinkle. 'I don't know!'
'He said I need a body so Imma take you with me.'
'Lea, wait a minute, wait a minute--'
His fangs covered his lip, 'Tell Jesus I said hey'
The bullet shot off in the person's head. He dragged them behind him before putting them on his shoulder. 'SAINT!'
There was no more to see. Her fingers were trembling. 'Go on' said the souls following. Gloria Agatha hurried down the lane. The road started to show the white lines on a street and faded into black gravel. She passed a fallen street lamp, and another street lamp, why was she running? Was there carpet in the trash can, a school bus cut in half. Another street lamp. A mailbox. A street lamp.
Street lamp on the left.
Street lamp in the trash.
Street lamp in the middle of the road.
Street lamp in the rubble.
A dead dog under a street lamp.
'Hurry.' the souls blinked. She was losing her breath. Her feet hurt. There was nothing to see but the road ahead. She saw somebody, they vanished. Out of nowhere she heard Martin Luther King. She caught a crowd of people that ran at her and disappeared as if they were never there.
Gloria saw a child.
She saw the same child again.
Why was she running?
STOP
She looked at the wall. She touched the wall. It was just rock and junk. "Where am I?"
"Sista?" she turned around and saw a man with deep dark skin with a white jacket over his shoulders sloppily wearing a pair of white pants. "I did it."
Gloria put her back against the wall. "Shirely?" he cocked his head erratically.
Gloria Agatha
"Shirely."
Gloria
"Shirely."
Gloria
"Shirely."
Gloria.
He was gone. But he came back. Her neck bled, she bent to the ground and glared at the nigga. HE took out a switchblade.
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She was dead. He took off her clothes, ripped off her bra. He held her down and bit into her waist. The man tossed his back. Blood dripped over his chest, "I'M SO FUCKING HIGH RIGHT NOW!"