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Tap tap tap…came the gentle and rhythmic rapping of Kalen’s pen against his table as he allowed his mind to wander around the mental checklist he had. Things had gotten increasingly complicated lately; perhaps he had been too ambitious. Things had admittedly become much more complicated between making Cash and Morelia’s assailants his public enemy, preparing himself for the bout with his brother, and now avoiding the near omnipotent eye of his mother Nepherlotep. Then there was the one who practically handed him to his diabolic creator: Raelyn. At that point, he hadn’t even done anything…evil. There may have been a scheme in the works, but there was no vile act that could birth vengeance, no manipulation, no malicious promise, nor threat that could have logically been the reason for her to so brazenly invade his dream in hopes to send an intimidating message. That alone made him believe that he may have underestimated her manic desire to free herself from the chains of ownership…things really have gotten undeniably…chaotic didn’t they? Tap tap tap.

What was even more bizarre was that she hadn’t made any more attacks on him, not that he made it easy. Kalen no longer slept at the staff barracks since the dream, and he had someone not only ward his offices with magics to obscure him from the eyes of the chaotic gods, but also from general magics. The latter, however, really only worked for minor magics and likely wouldn’t work if she performed something potent. He knew very little about what spells she could cast, so counterspells couldn’t really be applied. He sure as hell wasn't going to be falling asleep on campus though, that was for sure. Tap tap tap.

And finally, there was the blade Shalis-Gul. He had been feeding it for hundreds of years and it had yet to completely mature. That being said, testing it against any form of complete divinity was a gambit of sorts. The golden irises flickered with irritation for a bit. What exactly did the blade want? Was it’s gluttony not satiated by the countless lives he had taken thus far? Not impressed with the agony he carved into his victims? He didn’t understand. At this point he was under the impression that the god Hell Splitting blade was looking for a particular kind of chaos and misery. The thought made him uneasy, which was not something that was easy. Kalen set the pencil down and pushed himself out of his chair, wandering towards the bookcase. His hair was still in dark raven curls, hanging low enough to obscure the predatory eyes that were hidden behind them. His herculean figure flexed against the gray T-shirt beneath his white lab coat and his large legs were hugged by the flexible fabric of his khaki dress pants. At that moment he looked for a book on the bookshelf adjacent to the door. He needed to prepare some healing potions for himself seeing as Alluvion had an advantage at long distances. He knew that he wasn’t going to be able to close the gap between them without getting wounded-mortally even. Thus he needed some kind of prestaged aids to help.

Hmmmm, what would be more ideal? Extract of phoenix lilies would work immensely well for any kind of wound, but the viscosity would delay the rate of absorption. Not only that, but the substance was not beneficial to delivery via IV thanks to its density…no no no, that wouldn’t d-...Suddenly a soft voice cut into the silence-like a heated knife through soft butter. Oddly enough though, Kalen hadn’t stopped at all. In fact, he was already closing the book and reaching for another; It was as if her sudden invasion of his office had gone completely unnoticed. That was, of course, until she mentioned his real name. His hand had just touched the hardened spine of another text on ancient and ideal ingredients for apothecaries when it suddenly stopped, interrupted by the serrated truth that Raelyn had intentionally delivered to cut into him. And she had succeeded, to a degree. ”Well if it isn’t the woman of my dreams,” came a dark purr. Kalen was an educated figure, who donned a comical vernacular to appear more approachable…Khalil, on the other hand, seemed to be an entirely different persona. His words were calm, but stained in something that promised only the darkest fortune.

The very hand that failed to claim the old text lifted to comb up through his messy curled locks, which notoriously obscured ‘Kalen’s’ facial features. Now, by some cosmetic sorcery, it seemed to appear more straight. More than that, the reality just above his head seemed to warp and dissolve…revealing to infernal-like horns once the arcane veil had eroded. ”I guess more honest formalities are in order,” The man turned, golden irises no longer sitting in the whites of mortal eyes, but instead a murky gray. An oddly handsome yet dangerous grin began to blossom on his features. After that, he casually approached the woman who had perche herself on the corner of his desk like a cat would: radiating an air of self imposed superiority. As he approached, Khalil even went as far as to discard the white lab coat onto the floor, revealing the gray Short sleeve shirt that was stretched against his chiseled musculature. Why? Well Kalen was the doctor…and Khalil was an entirely different monster. ”Khalil Levine,” he had left a couple feet between them when he reached a hand out to her own, ”To be transparent, I’ve been wondering when you would visit after the stunt you pulled.”

Even after Khalil extended an olive branch of new beginnings, it was not received by the woman sitting in front of him-or rather she had been in front of him before she slipped past him to catch a glimpse of the same apothecary text he had been revisiting earlier. Khalil wasn’t a big fan of that one, especially since he had ulterior motives. A brief sigh slipped his lips as he took his hand back and inserted it into his pocket while Raelyn began to taunt him with charming sarcastic quips. Calmly he rotated just enough to watch her over his shoulder. She was a stunning being, but her head was up in the clouds…caught in a false delusion of superiority. ”Maybe…maybe not, but let’s not get caught up in the semantics,” came a dark purr. The floral notes lingered in the air, mingling with the aroma of subtle cinnamon that lingered on the hardened musculature of his body. It was then that she insinuated at something truly preposterous. ”Scared of you,” he chuckled, ”You’re cute. No, but I do worry about the uninvited individuals you allow in my mind.”

His golden irises sunk deep into her own. He knew he was being sized up, monitored carefully as Raelyn returned back to the desk after circling him like a vulture before stopping to issue one last demand. By then she had closed the space between them, the heat of her breath tickling the fine hairs of his neck. ”It’s around,” He said in a sultry whisper…and from his close proximity, he took the chance to use his inhuman speed and the intimate space between them to make a move to leave a chaste kiss on her cheek. If successful, that one gesture would be the vehicle to place the Mark of the Mute on her. She wouldn’t be able to see the circular sigil branded on her face like a blank ink tattoo, but she would immediately feel a complete detachment to her own magic if she failed to avoid the kiss. Luckily for him, she had done what he had intended to do with the handshake: close the distance for him to turn her into a mere mortal so that he may toy with her to his liking. That being said, without her magic allowing her passage in and out, the only escape would be through the door…which he could easily reach seeing as she was seated…and he was standing. Not only that, he had made this room soundproof… for patient confidentiality reasons. Can’t have anyone trying to overhear anything.