Mr. Dark said a cool-looking but nonsensical phrase, which people around him ignored as just another one of his daily melodramatic antics. Mr. Dark, having nothing better to do, lost interest in this place and used a Shadow to open a portal back to Andrei Academy, self-absorbedly returning to where he came from.
At least he was a boss with a conscience, as the dark portal remained intact.
Mr. Journalist glanced in the direction of the portal, his spinning head causing his tattered tablecloth to flutter in the air. "Delusion, I've got a new idea. What do you think about a novel depicting the love and hate between Mr. Dark and the angels? Would it sell?"
"It would, and so would your bones. Mr. Dark is different from Mr. Raymond; he is a devoted reader of our magazine. If you publish it, you're dead, both literally and figuratively."
