Sinegard Academy for the Wayward

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“You’re being weird,” Ravyn replied from her books. “You being nice is like M’Kael trying to be celibate. Or Magdalena sucking dick.”

“But thank you, it will just take time to get used to it.” she added after a moment.

“The food isn’t Holy, simply created using a ritual prayer. Everyone is capable of consuming it. It is bland but healthy. And it’s not cooking, just a prayer being fulfilled by The Light.” Magdalena informed them.

“And if you want to flirt.. I like flowers. Lily of the Valley. Dark Chocolate, Jelly Beans, and Cordial cherries.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

“Oh, don’t say sucking dick… that’s one of my weaknesses.” Angela groaned dramatically. “Now I want to hunt one down and make it pop right off in my mouth.”

“I get that the food is safe, but I’m sticking with these chips,” Callo said, tearing open the bag. She leaned closer to Angela and whispered, “I thought she liked angel food cake.”

“Terrible pun,” Angela shot back, though she couldn’t hide her smirk. “Anyway, the student union usually has flowers, dark chocolate, and jelly beans. But if I want cordial cherries, I’ll have to go into town.”

Gem finished the last bite of her meal and rose with purpose. “Alright, everyone. Focus. We still have a demon to track down. No detours for flowers or cherries.” With that, she strode to a nearby alcove and began setting it up for Angus and herself.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Climbing into an alcove of his own, M’Kael lay back after eating and blended into the shadows. He was still there, but as soon as he stopped moving it was like he vanished from sight.

Ravyn stayed up reading from the books by mystic light, one of the few non summoning spells she knew. The runes, rituals, and demonic incantations covered the pages, some of them reshaping themselves before her eyes.

Magdalena ate slowly, the food would become inedible soon and rot away within hours if uneaten. As she ate she cast wards at the entrances, one could never have enough warning of hostiles.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angela

Angus and M’Kael had become adversaries.

Not because they did anything — it simply because they both had huge cocks. Angela just lay in her alcove and thought about them. She was wide‑eyed and exhausted. Every time she closed her eyes, her brain staged a coup: replaying naughty images, imaginary love making, they had never actually done. Angela’s mind was terrible, loud and inconsiderate, and relentless, especially after midnight.

Her sleeping area didn’t help. Angela turned every dark shadow into something that looked like a cock. She could hear Angus sleeping just one alcove over. That big minotaur, with his huge dick. If she flipped over, she could hear M’Kael sleeping. He had a big dick too.

And beneath all of it, there was that quiet, creeping sense that the night was stretching longer than it should, as if time itself had decided to take the scenic route.

She decided she had to do something. She quietly slipped out of her bed and walked out of the alcove in search of a cock she could drain.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Laying on the stone shelf M’Kael thought about the Succubus, if she was here right know he could be fucking the women he was constantly thinking about and it wouldn’t be a problem. Hell, she’d probably encourage him to come up with new people to imitate. Hearing noises he slid deeper into the shadows, using them as his eyes to see the rest of the group.

Watching from the shadows he spied on Angela as she snuck around, probably looking for something to steal.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angela

Angela slipped out of the library and crossed the courtyard, her boots squishing in the soft grass. Halfway to the student union, she stopped short. Of course it was closed—everything was closed. It was well past midnight.

“I should’ve gone out instead of trying to sleep,” she muttered. “Alright. A bar. Bars close at two, and it’s definitely not two.”

Decision made, she angled toward the campus main gate.

“Hold it right there,” the gate guard called. “Where are you going with that sword?”

Angela blinked, then glanced down at the blade hanging casually at her side. “Research project,” she said. “I’ll be back in an hour.”

“You’ll need a property pass if you want to come back on campus with that thing. Talk to the guy in the guard house—he’ll give you the form.”

“Bunch of f’ing BS,” she grumbled, stomping toward the small building.

Inside, she approached the guard behind the desk. “I need a property pass for this sword.”

He gave her a slow, appreciative once‑over before handing her the form. “What’s a pretty woman like you doing out this late?”

Angela didn’t bother sugarcoating it. “Honestly? Looking for a little action.” She started filling out the paperwork.

“You might find it closer than you think,” he said.

She looked up. He was grinning—and annoyingly cute. “You know,” she said, “I think you’re right. Where should we meet?”

“There’s a lounge for the guards,” he replied. “I’ll meet you there in two minutes.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Space and time rippled as several figures stepped out. One of them was old but new, the rest were all newly risen from the ranks of the damned. Moving forwards they silently glided above the ground, the mission known to them. Divide, destroy, and collect the girl.

As they walked the Acolytes began their spells, summoning Demons and Creatures of other realms to come and do their bidding.

***

Ravyn shifted in her sleep as she dreamed of sex. M’Kael. Angus. Magdalena. Angela. Gem. Callo. All of them. Others, including angels and demons.

Twitching awake she lay there her heart pounding and her breath rugged as she fought against Ashmadae’s influence.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angela
Angela slipped through the side door, moving down the narrow passage toward the guard’s lounge. Her hand was already on the knob when she noticed the light bending, colors stuttering, the telltale shimmer of space‑time tearing open.

Figures appeared in the grassy courtyard, drifting toward the library and the catacombs beneath it.

“Fuck,” she breathed. So much for her plans.

She sprinted back to the main desk. “Demons—tons of them—out in the courtyard,” she gasped.

The guard blinked. “Really?”

“Yes. I’ll owe you that favor later. Right now we need to move.”

He slammed the intruder alarm. Silent, but effective—the gate guards were already drawing weapons and sealing the main gate. “Help’s on the way,” he said, though his voice wavered.

“You have weapons?” Angela asked.

His eyes flicked to the gun safe.

“Break them out. I’m trained in all of them.”

He normally wouldn’t arm a student, but something in her tone—four centuries of experience pressed into a single breath—made him trust her without question. He punched in the four‑digit code. The safe clicked open.

Angela pulled out an M7 rifle and two pistols, slinging and holstering them with practiced ease.

“Don’t fire unless someone’s life is in danger,” the guard warned.

But she was already gone—bursting out of the guard house, sprinting toward the courtyard. The rifle bounced against her back, the pistols heavy at her hips. She wouldn’t need them yet.

Her sword was already in her hand.

The Acolytes hadn’t noticed her. They were still chanting, backs turned, spells coiling in the air like smoke.

Perfect time for some back stabbing!

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Angela’s blade skittered across a micrometer thin membrane of red before a lightening bolt formed and slammed into her.
Gates began to appear as Orcs, Goblin, and all manner of creatures started to spill through. Creeping and crawling, buzzing and flying, a swarm of insects funneled from another gate as a Frost Giant walked from yet another.

Turning the lead figure looked at Angela, her face twisted into an evil smile. “Kill her.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angela

The lightning strike hit her like a battering ram. Angela flew ten feet through the air and slammed down hard on her—admittedly spectacular—rear end before skidding onto her back.

For a moment she just lay there, staring up at the night sky as stars danced in her vision.“Ahhh—shit, that hurt!” she groaned.

Instinct kicked in. She tried to dissolve into mist, to slip away like she had a thousand times before. Nothing. Not even a wisp.

“Awww, crap. I’m not a vampire anymore.” Hundreds of years of habit, and she’d forgotten she was human again—soft, breakable, delicious. And the pack of goblins and orcs closing in clearly knew it. Their hungry grins said everything.

Tracer rounds suddenly stitched across the darkness, bright lines carving through the night. The front ranks of orcs and goblins jerked and fell as the guards opened fire.

Angela rolled to her feet, adrenaline snapping her focus into place. She put her sword away and drew the M7 in one smooth motion.

“Save your ammo! There’s a lot more coming!” she shouted over her shoulder. She fired controlled single shots, each one dropping a creature that got too close. Step by step, she backed toward the guards.

The goblins and orcs hesitated now, wary of the woman who shot like she’d been doing it since gunpowder was invented—which, in her case, wasn’t far off. Their charge faltered.

But the Frost Giant didn’t care.

It lumbered forward, each step shaking the ground, its breath fogging the air in great plumes. Its eyes locked on Angela like she was the only thing in the world worth crushing.

“I got this!” Angela yelled.

She absolutely did not have this.

Gem, Callo, Angus

Deep in the catacombs, the gunfire echoed like distance fireworks.

“Time to roll,” Gem said, already grabbing her gear.

“Where is Angela?” Angus demanded, though the dread in his voice suggested he already knew the answer.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Orcs and goblins fell under the machine gun fire as the Frost Giant towered over Angela a massive Ice Axe in it’s hands. Sweeping it like a reapers scythe it shredded guards like wheat, their bodies turning to ice and exploding from the sudden change in temperature.

Bringing it around it swung at Angela.

***

Moving out from her alcove Ravyn was already casting spells, summoning allies to fight whatever was coming for them.

M’Kael stepped from the shadows and looked at the group. “Angela picked a fight…”

****

Several of the Acolytes turned and faced Angela’s group as meteors, acid rain, Ice shards, and fireballs rained from the sky. The ground shifted and rumbled as it quaked and split, preventing the guards from fleeing the falling Hell Storm, even as more cracks and splits ripped across the landscape.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

The Guards
Two of the three guards, what was left of them lay crumpled in the dirt, the peices were scorched and broken. The last guard had crawled into the guardhouse, clutching his weapon and praying the structure would buy him a few more seconds. It wouldn’t. The acid rain was already sizzling through the roof, and meteors streaked overhead pounding the building with fury.

Then—silence.

The barrage of attack spells ceased in an instant. A heartbeat later, five massive fireballs detonated across the Acolytes’ position. The courtyard lit up like noon, shadows fleeing from the inferno. Screams were swallowed by the roar.

Angela
Angela had no time to think. The Frost Giant’s axe was already mid-swing, a slab of enchanted steel cleaving toward her skull. She leapt—higher than any human should—and slipped the ring onto her finger mid-air.

Light burst from her skin. Wings unfurled.She transformed into an angel, radiant and airborne, flapping with desperate force. The axe whooshed beneath her, missing by inches. She soared upward, trying to put as much sky between herself and the monster as possible.

Gem, Angus, Callo
The library doors exploded open. Gem, Angus, and Callo stormed into the chaos.

“Oh crap!” Angus shouted, eyes wide at the carnage.“Oh shit!” Gem snapped, already summoning a spell.“Oh, what fun!” Callo gasped, grinning as she shifted into her shadow dragon form. Her wings unfurled, her body elongated, and she unleashed a torrent of shadow breath across the courtyard, blanketing the battlefield in swirling darkness.

“Who stopped the spells?” Angus bellowed, charging the Frost Giant with reckless fury.

Gem didn’t look up. “I think the school’s quick reaction team finally deployed mages. Counterspells. Defensive upgrades. About damn time.” She raised her hands and cast banishment on the nail-faced demon lady, her voice ringing with power.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

The Ice Giant reached out and lunged forward, grabbing Angela by an ankle with one hand as Meteor’s crashed against defensive barriers over and around the Acolytes. Moments later a thick cloud of noxious fumes rolled across the battlefield. The Hobgoblins launched a volley of arrows in a blind swarm, killing one of the defending mages.

The insect swarms moved towards the vibrations on the ground.

Unlike her predecessor she wasn’t a pure demon, she was imbued with demonic abilities by her dark Gods. Smiling the Dark Priestess pointed at Gem her lips moving with one word. A great Word of Power… “Die.”

One of the Acolytes opened a box and removed a gem which he slammed into the chest of an Orc, which instantly transformed into a Skeletal figure that reeked of the graveyard as it’s eyes glowed red. Rings and bracers formed from the nether realms as the Lych finished reforming.

Meanwhile dozens of monsters fell to Callo’s breath as Magdalena charged the Demons and M’Kael manipulated shadows to drag dozens more into the Shadowplanes.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angus and Angela​

Angus was a hulking minotaur—massive by the standards of any two‑legged fighter—but next to a frost giant he looked like a child with a toy axe. At full height he barely reached above the giant’s knee, which left him exactly one viable target.

His battle‑axe carved deep into the back of that colossal knee.

The giant’s scream cracked across the courtyard like thunder. Its axe came around in a murderous arc, instinctively seeking whatever dared wound it. Angus anticipated the swing and slipped under it with practiced ease.

What he didn’t anticipate was Angela slamming into him like a divine cannonball.

The frost giant had flicked her away—casual, dismissive, like brushing off an annoying insect—and her angelic body collided with Angus hard enough to send both of them tumbling. By sheer luck and a few frantic wingbeats, they managed to stay upright. Mostly.

Angus noticed Angela leaning heavily on her wings, one leg refusing to bear weight.

Her M7 chattered nonstop, cutting down anything that dared approach them. That suppressive fire gave Angus the opening he needed to dodge another sweeping axe strike and counter with his own. Steel met enchanted wood. The giant blocked—but Angus’s magical axe sheared a massive chunk out of the weapon’s staff.

The giant roared again, this time in fury.

Gem
The power word kill hit Gem like a psychic sledgehammer. Her vision blurred, her skull rang, and for a heartbeat she felt the cold edge of oblivion brush her mind.

But she did not fall.

“Nice try,” she said through gritted teeth, glaring at the Dark Priestess. “You deserve a spotlight of praise.”

Radiance erupted from her hands. Sunbeam lanced across the battlefield, vaporizing every creature in its five‑foot path. When the beam struck the priestess, the light was so blindingly intense that the woman staggered, shrieking, hands clawing at her eyes.

Callo​

Callo kept well clear of Gem’s sunbeam—she’d learned that lesson once already. In her shadow dragon form, she tore through insects and orcs with sweeping claws and blasts of shadow breath. Bodies fell in heaps, but there were simply too many. For every one she crushed, three more surged forward.

She wasn’t stopping them.She was only slowing the tide.

Invisible Mages​

The unseen mages repositioned, weaving layers of protective wards. One of them, though, had time for something far more vicious.

A fiendish spirit materialized among the Acolytes.

It tore the first one apart in seconds—limbs, robes, and blood scattering across the stones. The creature lifted its gore‑slicked head, fangs dripping, and turned toward its next victim.

The battlefield was becoming a slaughterhouse.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Demonic claw and fang scrapped across invisible barriers around several acolytes though a few of them fell to the enemy demon.

Magdalena was slicing and dicing her way through the demons, her spear a whirlwind of death and gleaming light. Running up the back of one demon she flipped over it, firing a handgun in mid tumble, blowing glowing holes through two Balor skulls before spiking a Kyton through the chest, and pinning it to the ground, her weapon barking again as it blew apart in a spray of vile ichor.

M’Kael flickered from Shadow to Shadow, his guns firing lethally into the backs and heads of hostiles before he vanished again.

And then the demons and beasts summoned by Ravyn all vanished as M’Kael grabbed his head and collapsed to the ground.

***

The Lych’s eyes glowed red as the dead began to rise from where they had fallen. Even the defending guards were rising, their weapons in their hands as they began firing at the Heroes.

In the graveyard and the Catacombs below the dead began to move, breaking free from the ground and crypts as they headed for the fight.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angus​

His first two strikes had landed. The next four? Not even close. For something the size of a barn, the giant moved with unnerving speed—clearly experienced in swatting down smaller foes. And since everything was smaller than him, that made Angus the underdog by default.

More creatures were spilling into the courtyard now—fresh enemies and the newly risen dead clawing their way upright. Angus didn’t have time for a drawn-out slugfest. He shifted tactics.

Instead of aiming for the giant, he went for the giant’s weapon.

He’d already carved a sizable chunk out of the axe shaft earlier. Now he waited—coiled, patient—until the next massive swing whooshed past him. Only when the blade had cleared his horns did he strike.

Angus brought his enchanted axe down with every ounce of Minotaur strength he possessed.

Metal screamed.The shaft split.A thunderous snap echoed across the courtyard as the frost giant’s axe head tore free and spun end-over-end toward the Lich.

The Lich barely managed to jerk backward before the enormous blade slammed into the grass, carving a crater.

Angus didn’t see any of it.

The moment the weapon broke, he charged. The giant tried to stomp him flat, but Angus anticipated it—sidestepping the descending foot and burying his axe into the giant’s remaining leg. Bone cracked like a felled tree trunk.

The frost giant toppled backward, crashing down onto a cluster of undead guards and flattening the guard house beneath its bulk.

Angela
“Fuck this!” Angela shouted as undead orcs and goblins clawed their way upright around her.

She launched herself skyward, wings beating hard. Her M7 snapped toward the Lich.

“Eat lead, motherfucker!”

Five rounds punched into the creature’s torso. The Lich barely reacted—just turned its hollow gaze toward her, skeletal fingers curling as it prepared a spell.

Gem​

Gem grimaced. She hated redirecting the sunbeam—she needed it on the nail faced demon thing—but Angela was about to get obliterated.

She swung the radiant column toward the Lich.

If there was one thing Liches despised, it was pure, burning light.

The beam seared into the creature, stripping away a full inch of necrotic flesh and forcing its spell to fizzle before it could be cast. The Lich recoiled, smoke rising from its bones.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Grunting as it it the ground the Frost Giant rolled to the side as a bracer it wore flared with blue-white energy and a cone of frost and ice colder than dry ice ripped towards Angus.

***

As it bore the onslaught of the Sunbeam, the Lych staggered before it snarled and snapped it’s jaws shut. A swirl of Darkness wrapped around the Lych and snapped out towards Gem.

***

Machine guns roared from the remaining undead guards towards Angela as she flew overhead. Undead Archers launched another volley towards Heroes and invisible mages, they couldn’t see them, but Arrows didn’t have eyes and cared not for spells and wards.

In the middle of the Acolytes one chanted, maintaining protective barriers and wards as others cast their spells of death and destruction.

Magdalena’s spear took a demon in the back of the head as she landed, her gaze sweeping the battleground. “Callo.. M’Kael!!” She shouted as she sliced and diced demon, undead, and monster in her run to him. “Where’s Ravyn?!” She shouted, unable to see the ver one they were supposed to be protecting.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angela Dodging bullets and arrows that hissed past her wings, Angela shouted back to Magdalena, “Kind of busy right now… and it was not my turn to watch her!”

She dropped beside Angus in a hard landing, one knee skidding across the grass. A burst of healing light flared from her palms. “You look like Babe—the blue ox,” she muttered as the magic sank into him.

Angus Angus had taken the frost giant’s blast full in the chest. It didn’t kill him, but it froze him solid from the eyebrows down. His skin had gone an alarming shade of blue, and the water on his eyes had crystallized into a thin sheet of ice.

“Ahh—can’t see,” he gasped, dropping his axe with a heavy clang. He pressed his palms to his face, trying to melt the frost with sheer body heat.

Angela’s healing washed over him, thawing the ice. His vision snapped back into focus. “Much better,” he rumbled, retrieving his axe.

Gem Gem didn’t know what the creeping darkness was—only that it radiated wrongness. She dove behind the library pillar as the oily tendrils swept overhead.

Angus blinded, Angela limping, Ravyn nowhere in sight… the math was starting to look grim.

“Parlay!” she shouted. “Temporary truce!”

Callo “No parlay! We have not yet begun to fight!” Callo’s voice thundered from above.

Then the sky split.

The ancient shadow dragon—one hundred and twenty-five feet of nightmare—dropped out of the darkness like a falling star. Most of the battlefield never even saw her coming. Those who did would remember it forever.

With a single colossal wingbeat, she slammed into the frost giant. Her claws ripped through him as she skidded across his body, carving trenches in his flesh. Before the giant could even scream, her talons locked around his throat.

“I don’t want to hear you beg,” she growled, tightening her grip. “All I want is the sound your body makes when you die.”

Her claws crushed his neck with a wet, decisive crack. Crimson sprayed across her forearms. The giant’s eyes glazed as life fled him.

The watching monsters shrieked. Several broke ranks and ran.

Callo let the giant’s head drop with a heavy thud. Then, almost casually, she smashed his skull again, reducing what little brain he had to a smear across the courtyard grass.

She unfurled her wings and unleashed a victory roar that shook windows. The entire school fell silent.

Then she raised one talon and signaled.

Everything she had slain—orc, demon, guard, insect—rose again as shadows. Even the frost giant.

“Kill them all,” she commanded.

The shadow legion surged forward, tearing through the remaining orcs and undead. Then, as one, they turned toward the Acolytes.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Turning against the summoned ones, the shadows surged forth, attacking without mercy blood and gore sprayed as screams and bellows filled the air. The Demons turning against the shadows, leaving the Heroes to rest, flee, or rally as they saw fit. Fire and death ripped from one side of the battle to the other.

Crouching beside M’Kael Magdalena grabbed his head and rested a hand over his heart as she whispered a prayer. He twitched once, and they lay still. “He’s stable, but needs more than can be done here and now.”

The Shadows moved in mass towards the Acolytes. But, looking at Gem, the Dark Priestess smiled and touched the nails of her forehead before giving her a bow. And the Dark Priestess and the remaining acolytes vanished, a single massive meteor falling from the sky.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angela spotted the incoming meteor—a burning, screaming mass of death tearing across the sky—and her stomach dropped.“OH SHIT!” she yelled, voice cracking. “RUN!”

She lunged for Angus, who was still staggering from the frost blast, his fur covered with ice. She hooked her arms under his and beat her wings hard. The air boomed with each desperate flap, but it wasn’t enough. Angus was simply too heavy, and gravity didn’t care how panicked she was.

Callo registered the threat instantly and vanished in a burst of shadow, the air snapping shut where she’d been. Gem’s eyes widened; she hurled a disintegrate spell at the falling inferno, buying herself a heartbeat before she blinked out of existence as well.

“I could use some help!” Angela rasped, wings burning, lungs burning, everything burning—

The meteor hit.

The world detonated.A wall of fire and pulverized earth swallowed Angela and Angus whole, burying them in a roaring, choking storm of debris.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Looking at the catastrophic mound of fire and molten dirt Magdalena realize she couldn’t do anything for them. She had no prayers or abilities that would help her move the debris or travel through it. M’Kael maybe could but he was barely alive and wasn’t doing more than breathing at the moment.

“Gem, fix M’Kael he should be able to shadow walk to them.”

Scanning across the battle zone she took in the dead and obliterated as she kept looking for Ravyn. “I think this was all a diversion. We need a fucking leash on her.”

“Callo, can you move any of this? Can you get to them?”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

A faint ripple tore through the air—space-time like disturbed water—and a cleric stepped out of the distortion beside M’Kael.“I can help your friend,” the woman in white robes said, already weaving healing and restoration into him with practiced grace.

Across the drifting smoke, Angela and Angus flickered back into view as the shimmering force field around them collapsed. The wizard who had been shielding them stood nearby, robes still crackling with residual magic.

“Thanks,” Angela said, checking herself for injuries beyond her throbbing foot. “That was close.”

“Yes,” the wizard replied, slightly breathless. “I managed to get just close enough for you to fall under my protective ward.”

Angus snorted. “Appreciate it. Though I wish that shield had shown up before the cold blast.”

Angela smirked. “I can warm you up… in pleasurable ways.”

“I doubt it,” Angus grumbled. “My manhood retracted so far I’m not sure I could find it.”

“Students!” the wizard snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Let’s get you healed up—ah—” He paused, clearly searching for their names.

“Angela,” she supplied, pointing around the battlefield. “This is Angus. Over there are Gem, Magdalena, M’Kael… and when the dragon reappears, that’s Callo.”

“I’m Professor Ibus of the School of the Arcane,” he said, straightening with a touch of pride. “And that is Professor Gisellee of the Circle of Three Candle Healers.” He studied them more closely. “Your names… they sound familiar to me.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“It’s a common mistake,” M’Kael replied. “Common names and such….”

“I’m a Member of the Inquisition. I was here several years ago due to a demonic incursion. I’ve returned for the same reason. They work with me. If a Demonic presence is certifiable and ongoing, I’ll call in an Inquisitor.”

“This may have been a one time incident. I’ll need any records you have about any Summoners or Sorcerer’s that have been on campus in the last eighteen months.”

Looking at Gem, M’Kael said, “Felt like I got shot in the head. Large caliber. A .44 or a .50.”

Looking at the mages he shrugged. “Sorry... Inquisition business.” It felt weird being associated as an ally of the Inquisition. And even weirder claiming to be inquisition.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

“Professor Gisellee… a little healing?” Angela asked as she limped toward the cleric. The professor raised a hand, murmured a spell, and Angela’s injured foot knit itself back together in a soft shimmer of light.

“I’ve never seen an angel who couldn’t cast healing magic,” Gisellee said, her tone making it clear she expected an explanation.

Angela slipped off her ring, and her wings vanished as she reverted to her human form. “Magic ring,” she said simply.

“Taking down a frost giant is no small accomplishment,” Professor Gisellee remarked, giving both Angela and Angus an approving nod.

“Angus is pretty tough,” Angela said with a grin. “And he’s great in bed.”

Angus cleared his throat, trying to redirect the credit. “The shadow dragon helped a lot,” he added with a modest smile.

Gem slid in beside the Minotaur, looping her arms around one of his massive biceps. “Come on, big guy. Let’s get you warmed up,” she purred, steering him away from Angela’s lingering, hungry glances. Together, they headed back toward the library.

Professor Ibus surveyed the battlefield—scorched earth, shattered stone, bodies strewn around the meteorite’s crater. “This is quite a mess,” he said to Magdalena, already tapping notes into his arcane scanner. “I’ll call in the cleanup crew. And if the summoner report is accessible, I’ll try to secure a copy.” He paused, turning to her with a thoughtful frown. “Do you require assistance locating your missing friend?”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“No,” Magdalena replied as she slowly twirled her spear with ease. “More than likely she wandered off, or ran away from the fight. She’s the most vulnerable of us and as such she’s easily frightened.”

“Your attempts to locate her may scare her even more. If we are unable to locate her, when you provide the information on the Summoners we’ll enlist your help.”

“But until then we’d appreciate looking for her ourselves since she’s so skittish. Thank you for the offer.” Magdalena finished as she turned away from the Mage and walked over to the others.

Following along M’Kael tried his best to be cold and ruthless, but keeping his mouth shut and not making a smart assed remark was a strain for him.​