Azrael felt the rage inside him building until it threatened to choke him to death! Azrael would not cry. He hadn't cried since he was five years old, and this shit was not going to break him. Azrael just turned away from the globe to see the stunned faces of the teachers who were standing at the side. Even Francesca couldn't stop her shock from showing, and it was very rare to see a woman like her break character. It wasn't until she looked into Azrael's dark glaring eyes that she seemed to come back to her senses and she slammed her hand on the podium while shouting to the students!
SLAM!
"Silence! I said silence! The next person to even chuckle is going to the gulag for the next month!"
The mere mention of the Gulag immediately shut all the students up! The Gulag was the detention center in Divine Academy High School, and in the eyes of the students, it was no different from being in prison! There was no electricity, no phones, no communication with the outside world, and no escape. You were only allowed a few meals a day and could only have one visitor a week if you were staying there for more than a month and no visitors at all if you were there for less than a month.
It was like hell on earth for the students!
Francesca waited until the laughs had died down before she turned to Azrael and told him to leave the stage. Azrael walked off without so much as a word, and when he looked up, he saw Jane Ashton looking at him with the same stern face she always had. But deep in her eyes, Azrael could see a hint of pity directed at him.
Azrael felt his anger returning with a vengeance as he turned away from her and continued on his way! What the fuck did she think she was doing, feeling sorry for him!? What gave her the fucking right to look at him with those eyes!? Like he was some sort of charity case!? Did he ever say that he gave a fuck about being weak!? Azrael didn't care if the gods themselves didn't want to grant him a blessing; he was going to become stronger than anyone else! He would work until he bled and broke everything in his body just to get stronger! Azrael swore that no one was going to leave him behind!
The people around Azrael all felt the intensity rolling off him in waves, and they took steps away from him to make sure he didn't lash out at one of them in his tense anger. Azrael stared at the ground in anger and took in a few deep breaths to calm himself before Azrael finally put his hands in his pockets with a sigh and looked up once again.
Yeah, there was no point in getting angry over this. It was not like he was going to change anything by getting angry. Azrael looked up at the time and decided that he was going to enter the gym once he was done with the assembly. He still had to finish his workout for the day.
Azrael only half-listened as Francesca continued calling the names of students, and after five names, Francesca finally called on the third King in their year.
"Francis Colt."
Cheers rang out through the student body as Francis' name was called, and Francis laughed heartily and patted some of his lackeys on the back as they applauded him. Francis made his way up the stage while enjoying the applause, but unlike Sunny, who had taken the applause like a celebrity and waved at his adoring fans, Francis was more egotistical and didn't bother staring at the pathetic lackeys. They were all born to applaud his greatness, so why should he have to give them any attention?
They were going to be content just staring up at him in awe and reverence!
Francis had dark blonde hair and dark eyes with an innocently handsome face that he had used to get out of trouble many times in the past. He was tall, and there were a few muscles showing through his uniform to tell that he was frequently working out in the gym.
Francis was blessed by Poseidon, the god of the Sea, and he had a God Aspect that gave him total control over all forms of water down to the molecular level. Francis still hadn't learned to control his God Aspect since he had only turned sixteen a few months ago, but just by his recent progress and how strong his mortal body was, everyone could tell that he was going to be one of the most powerful demigods to ever live.
Their constant praises and support had fueled Francis' ego to the point where he didn't even see the people around him as people anymore. They were nothing more than stepping stones. Lackeys that would serve as the platform upon which his throne would seat.
Francis made it to the globe and held out his hand without ceremony. There was a smile on Francis' face as he confidently stared at the light building from the globe, and there was no doubt in his mind about what his Potential was going to be. If the other Kings both got an S rank and that useless reject got an EX rank, then doesn't that mean that Francis was going to get something just as great!? After all, he was the best in the world. His rank would be nothing less than—
[A Rank]!
Francis blinked.
And then, he blinked again.
What the fuck did he just hear?
Shouts of congratulation started to come from the students on the ground as they applauded Francis for his Divine Potential. Having an A rank potential was very good since it was a guarantee that your future would be bright. But Francis didn't move from his spot as his wide eyes stared at the globe in front of him in shock.
A Rank?
The fucking globe gave him an A rank!?
What the fuck did it think it was doing!? Who did it think he was!? He is Francis! Francis Colt! He was supposed to have a fucking EX Rank! He was the fucking best!
Crack!
Francis' hand tightened around the globe in anger, and he felt the globe crack under his immense strength, but a voice called out to him from the side!
"Francis!"
Francis turned to look at Francesca with a heavy glare once she called his name, and Francesca furrowed her brow in annoyance once she saw the look on his face. Was he glaring at her? Francesca spoke with a threatening tone.
"What are you doing over there? Wipe that look off your face and get off my stage. Now."
Francesca's harsh voice seemed to snap Francis back to reality, and he grit his teeth as red-hot rage threatened to overwhelm him. Francis began walking off the stage.
Francis turned to the crowd for the first time since he stepped onto the stage, and almost like it was a magnet pulling him in, his eyes traveled and locked onto the dark eyes of Azrael Mortis.
There was a dangerous glint in Azrael's eyes, and a small tilt at the end of Azrael's lips showed that Azrael was the only other person who understood just how badly the Divine Potential had affected Francis. The bastard was looking down on him!
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A/N: Have some ideas about my story. Shout at me in the comment section.