Henate Magick Academy O/A

[ll Codex Spiritus ll]

Vincent saw the stare he was receiving from this Sethos person. He smiled awkwardly then looked away as if something new had caught his attention. "I'm a bit tired," he said to Damian. "I'll go ahead and find the way to my room myself if that's alright." he started off down the corridor lined with wooden doors and shiny brass knobs. He stared at the numbers hanging in the center of each door. Two...Three...Four He counted in his head as he approached his door. He could hear a faint buzz coming from behind him that annoyed him greatly. He opened the door and he and Zantos entered quickly. The door slammed shut firmly behind them blocking out the pestering sound.

[Deathly Red]

Damian slanted his eyes at Sethos and then turned his attention to Damia. His eyes focused again on the male reeking of Demonic energy whom stood before him. "He wasn't a pet, he was a pawn. I have met your mistress, but I assure you that judging by the blood on my shirt it wasn't a particularly pleasured experience." He straightened his back and tried to make himself at least a little bit taller in comparison to the demon before him. His attempts fell short of successful and he looked back down to the ground, annoyed again at his surroundings.

[Rhaige Desolation]

Sethos smiled slightly at Damian's obvious annoyance. "Well then, your pawn served you almost well." The boy's attempt at dominance tactics was an obvious failure, and judging by the fact that Damian now faced the floor as apposed to Sethos, he decided that he knew his own failure well. He turned then to face his mistress, but he cut the words short, seeing as she had approached Dev and was wondering about his scent.

[ll Codex Spiritus ll]

Are you doing okay? Zantos said. You seem distressed. "I...He just..." Vincent stamered. He couldn't quite get his thoughs to comply with his mouth. "That man just sent a chill through, that's all." He watched intently as his clothes folded themselves into the antiqued wooden dresser against the far wall. He sat on the bed, the first thing he fixed up in the room with his dark blue sheets and blanket. The fluff from the comforter was a nice antidote for his sore backside from the long trip on Zantos's back. He laid back and felt the soft linen against his skin. He was almost tired enough to fall asleep but the thought of Sethos still hung in the dark recesses of his inner most thoughts. The icy stare and those piercing yellow eyes sent shivers down his spine, keeping him awake in his bleak room.

[Rhaige Desolation]

Damia narrowed her eyes further, but she bowed slightly, "I appologize, I'm Damia. Your Name?" She still couldn't figure out his scent, and the slight demonic aura that surrounded him didn't help any. "And you to me you don't scent correctly." She knew full well that she had just thrown all tact out the window, but she had to figure out what was causing the odd scent.