Sinegard Academy for the Wayward

[milkmaiden38]

Angela

Angela/Ayil was still flying, but her left arm was limp.

“Stupid, weak human body” Angela complained as she put her new sword away.

“Let’s see how you do against my fist!” She swooped in and hit Ashmadael with a right cross.

Gem, Angus, Ollac

Gem, Angus, Ollac all stood between Ashmadael and Callo. They watched as Ayil tried to stop Ashmadael with her fist.

“That is not going to work” Gem commented.

“Yes, but you must give her credit for not giving up on a stupid plan” Angus replied.

“I give her full credit for acting stupid” Gem agreed

“What is your plan?” Ollac asked Gem

“A Banishment Spell” Gem stated

“Better plan… hopefully that will work” Ollac add as she watch Ayil get batted away a second time, this time the fake angel smashed into the ground.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Celestial vs Celestial was an interesting fight, one an imitation the other an Echo. Taking the right cross, Ashmadael’s head snapped to the side before he looked at Angela/Ayil.

His wings spread wide before he threw a hard upper cut, his fist sprouting bony outgrowths before connecting.

With a disdainful look on his face he looked at Ollac, Callo, Gem, And Angus. “You cannot Banish Me. I am the Archangel of Righteous Vengeance.”

From his eyes it was obvious he’d gone insane. Possibly from being down here. Perhaps it was just an aspect of Being Vengeance. Perhaps it was because he was an Echo faced with his own fall from Grace. So many possibilities.

Did it really matter? He was insane, and wouldn’t stop.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

“He’s bullshitting us. Banishment works on any celestial — the only question is whether he can resist it,” Gem snapped, her voice confident. “Most creatures vanish to a harmless demiplane for a minute, then reappear where they stood. But for an Aberration, a Celestial, an Elemental, a Fey, or a Fiend… if I hold the spell for the full minute, they don’t come back. They’re dragged to their native plane. Which means Ashmadael would be sent straight to heaven.”

She raised her staff, its crystal blazing with radiant light. A surge of magic rippled outward, slamming into the angel with a thunderous crack.

Nothing.

Gem blinked. “…Oops.”

Angus tightened his grip on his axe. “Alright, plan B.”

“I don’t have a plan B,” Gem admitted, panic edging her voice.

“SHIT!” the party roared in unison — all except Ollac. Ancient Silver Dragons never panic.

Angus charged, axe gleaming. Gem threw up a blanket of fog, shrouding the battlefield and Callo’s fallen body. Most spells demanded sight of the target; the fog would deny Ashmadael that advantage.

Ollac’s wings beat the air as she soared upward, her voice booming like a storm. “Ashmadael! You’ve lost yourself. You’re as twisted as the monsters you claim to fight. Think! You are meant to be better than this!”

Angela

As the others scrambled, Angela rose from the ground, brushing dust from her shimmering white robes. Her wings unfurled with a snap, and she launched skyward, cutting through the fog.

She spotted Ashmadae — his once flamming skin now charred, embers and a few small flames flickering across his body.

“This is going to hurt like hell,” Angela muttered, lips curling into a grim smile. “Pun intended.”

She dove, seized Ashmadae in a crushing grip, and dragged him into the swirling fog — straight toward the angel Ashmadeal.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Glaring at Gem as she cast her spell, Ashmadael straightened to his full height. “As I said, you cannot Banish me Mortal. I walk in the Light of Truth. And Judgment is mine.”

He was only partially true. He couldn’t be banished because he was an echo, a shadow of decisions that Ashmadae had made. This was his native plane. He’d been born of darkness, pain, and internal torment.

Ashmadae hung limp in Angela’s grip like a wet sack of water logged and heavy rice. But when she let go off him he fell like a meteor flickering into Callo’s Shadow breath before a loud thump was heard as polar opposites touched, slamming into the ground.

Walking out of the Shadows Ravyn’s eyes burned with an inner light of glowing flame. She looked like she was held in transition between Ashmadae and herself. Her skin Charring and burning as it repaired itself. Flames wisping along her arms as short flaming hair flickered above her half-melted skull.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

"Ravyn, are you ok?" Gem asked

Angela dropped lightly beside Gem, her wings folding in behind her. “She looks like Ravyn… I couldn’t see what happened—it was all swallowed in shadow,” Angela echoed, her voice tight with unease.

“I didn’t catch anything either,” Gem admitted, eyes narrowing as if trying to pierce into Ravyn odd appearance.

Angus stepped forward, his tone steady. “What matters now is that Ashmadael has been reintegrated into Ashmadae. That balance is restored.”

Ollac’s gaze flicked toward Callo, her voice edged with uncertainty. “And what do you intend to do with me?”

Gem tilted her head, considering. “I think we send you to the material plane and watch what unfolds. Callo—do you agree?”

“I do,” Callo replied, her form shimmering as she shifted back into her human body. Bruises marred her skin, scrapes tracing her arms like battle scars. “But we must live far apart.”

Gem raised a hand, weaving a soft glow of healing magic that spread across Callo’s wounds, knitting flesh and easing pain.

Still, Ravyn had not answered. The silence pressed, Gem turned to her once more, voice gentler now. “Are you… are you truly alright?”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“Yes, I’m...ok.” Ravyn replied.

“They have become one,” Ravyn replied with a vague and distant tone “The event was interesting and informative.”

“Send her to the Outer Planes. From there she can make her way to whichever plane suits her. As long as she doesn’t go to our realm. Though there are several neutral realms that have positively aligned dragons.”

“The blending has given me insight into both of their problems. As well as more control. Though Ashmadae is not pleased with the outcome.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

“I’m glad you’re alright,” Gem said, relief in her voice. “You don’t look entirely put together yet—but if you feel steady, and you have more control that’s what matters.”

Angela smirked, leaning back with arms crossed.“Speak for yourself, Gem. Ravyn, trust me—you’re not landing many dates looking like that.”

Angus cut in, his tone dry and precise.“Ravyn isn’t interested in dates.”

“Enough, everyone,” Gem interjected firmly, raising a hand to silence the squabble. Her gaze shifted back to Ravyn, steady and intent.“Ravyn, can you ask Ashmadae if I may attempt the planar shift spell now? I want to send Ollac on her way.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“I’m.. learning more every moment, just as you learn. Acclimating the information and knowledge is confusing.”

Glaring at Angus Ravyn snapped her eyes filled with rage as the flames got hotter. “I’m not interested in dating you! I’ve tried to be nice and polite! But you can’t take a hint! For once and for all, you fucking Cow, I’m not interested in dating or fucking you!”

Shaking he blinked and stepped back. “I’m sorry. I apologize for the outburst, Ashmadae.. is very angry. But I think a portal or Gate spell might work. But not within the city limits. The closer to the center, the worse the wild magic.”

Slowly the skin stopped burning and smoldering the flakes of skin peeling and drifting in the wind stopped and began to heal, the Charred skin clearing up with an agonizing slowness until she looked like Ravyn once more.

“Ashmadael agrees.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

“Hey, I was just pointing out to Angela, that you were not interested in dating. I was not implying anything” Angus said to Ravyn to defend himself. His nostrils were flaring, and there was boiling rage in his eyes.

Gem got between Ravyn and Angus right away. With her small hand on Angus’ massive muscled chest, she said “Enough with the testosterone! Angus, just let it go.”

The big bull snorted again, like he was going to charge. He pushed on Gem’s hand, but then he back down. To Gem, Angus’ “maleness” was a big turn on. She loved it when he was like this in the bedroom. She loved taming him with her mouth or her pussy! Unfortunately, at time like this, it was a problem.

“Thank you” Gem said to Angus, her eyes filled with love. “You are always so understanding”

He just snorted again, but he was calming down.

“Let’s get away from the town center. I can cast the necessary spells.” Gem suggested

Everyone headed to the outskirts of the burnt-out town. Just to make sure, they continued walking until the town could barely been seen in the dim light, and drifting fog.

“Thanks again Ollac. Enjoy your independence” Gem said

“Ollac, I’m not really sure how to say good bye to my alternate self, but I’m glad my better half gets to enjoy further adventures” Callo said

“I’m not your better half. You have done many good things. More as you continue to with your friends. I will remind you, you freed me. I thank you” Ollac said back

With that Gem cast the planar shift spell and Ollac disappeared.

“That seemed to work. Everyone ready to return to campus?” Gem asked.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“I’ve been ready for way to long. Knowing Hell exists and dealing with shit from said realm is one thing,” M’Kael complained. “But actually being here and smelling it are another thing altogether.”

“I’m surprised you noticed the smell over your own.. odour..” Magdalena commented as she leaned on her spear.

Sniffing his armpits M’Kael scowled at her. “I showered…”

“Several dimensions ago..” Ravyn sighed, taking a step away from him.

“You’re just jealous cause I smell so good.”

“Good isn’t what I’d call it..” Magdalena said.

Looking at Gem Ravyn rolled her eyes… “Can we go now? Before I set someone on fire?”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

“Sorry, M’Kael—nothing in my spellbook is going to help with that odor,” Gem said, already tracing the sigils that would pull them back to campus.

“I’m dropping us in the quad. And remember, there’s still a very angry demon lord waiting for us—the same one who sicced those hounds on our asses. Our mission is to make him talk. If he won’t tell us who hired him…” She shrugged. “We punt him back to hell and call it a day.”

With a snap of her fingers, the spell took hold. The world folded inward, colors smearing into a whirl—then the group slammed back into existence on the campus quad. Late‑afternoon sunlight spilled across the grass, warm and deceptively peaceful, the surrounding buildings casting long shadows around them.

Angela exhaled, brushing her hair out of her face. “That was a much smoother ride than whatever nightmare portal M’Kael dragged us through earlier.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Blinking at the bright light M’Kael shielded hs eyes from thee Noon day Sun high over head. “Wow the sun does still shine.”

“Yeah, it does.” Magdalena replied trying to think of a sharp retort and failing.

Ravyn looked around pausing for a moment. “Are you sure this is the right place? I thought that set of windows got destroyed by a demon.. or something.” She said pointing at the Library windows.

“I think she’s right..” Magdalena said looking at the windows as her lips moved in a prayer. “It’s not an illusion.”

“Don’t care,” M’Kael replied. “I need to get away from you all for a little while. And a beer.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

“M’Kael, the last time we split up, the demon started picking us off one by one. Maybe stay within arm’s reach this time,” Gem said, half-warning, half-teasing.

“Or,” Angela countered, tapping her chin thoughtfully, “we’ve slipped into an alternate plane. Or a different timeline. Or both. Honestly, why is this so hard.”

Gem turned to Ravyn. “Do you have anything—spells, senses, weird vibes—that can tell us where or when we are? Feels like we should figure that out before we start looking for a demon lord.”

Callo had already retreated into the shade of a broad elm, fanning herself dramatically. “Could we move inside a building? Preferably one with no direct sunlight.”

Angela lifted her face toward the blazing sun, eyes closed in bliss. “Ahhh. I remember hiding from this. Tan… tan…” She stretched the word out, admiring how the light made her pale skin glow almost unnaturally. “Alright, everyone. let's go to the Library.”

The group shuffled off the lawn and into the cool shadow beneath the library’s main entrance.

“That’s better,” Callo sighed, relief washing over her.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“No I don’t have any spells for that, but we can always look in the library for a newspaper, or the internet.”

“As for weird vibes, I have them all the time. Its not as nauseating since I stopped the medication, but I still have it.” Looking up at the sun she smirked, “If you become an astronomer.. you can read the stars tonight.”

“Maybe Angus has some sense?” M’Kael suggested standing in the shade next to Callo. “He navigates Mazes.. wouldn’t that tell him where he is?”

Magdalena scoffed before she shook her head. “Racist much?”

“What?” M’Kael said. “It’s just a question.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

“Yes, that was racist! What’s next—claiming he drinks milk and has a huge cock?” Gem snapped.

“I mean… I do like milk and my cock is above average,” Angus admitted, which did absolutely nothing to help her argument.

Gem threw her hands up. “How about minotaurs are all dim-witted, hot‑headed brutes while we’re at it?”

Angus considered this far too thoughtfully. “Well, there’s a little truth in that. Look at these muscles. Sometimes the fastest solution really is force. But honestly, minotaurs are highly social thinkers. Entire clans live peacefully without a leader, which is more than I can say for many so‑called ‘civilized’ races.”

“Angus,” Gem groaned, “let’s just drop the topic before you accidentally confirm every stereotype ever written. Do you have any idea where—or when—we are?”

“No,” he said flatly. “But checking a newspaper seems smart.”

“Fine. Let’s head into the library. We need today’s date… and maybe something about why half the buildings outside don't look smashed.” Gem headed toward the main doors.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Leaning against the outside wall in the shade, M’Kael vanished into the shadows before opening the door from inside. “All clear, as far as I can see.”

“I’m not detecting any assholes except M’Kael,” Magdalena said shoving past him.

Keeping to the walls Ravyn slid inside, just in case something was in here that wasn’t detectable by Magdalena.

Moving towards the back, and the archives Ravyn moved as quietly as she could as she headed for the newspapers, the scanned copies, and hopefully computers with the information.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

The interior of the library looked exactly as it had before the damage—clean, pristine, and functional. Not a single crack, scorch mark, or toppled pillar hinted at the rampage of the giant stone golems that had torn through it only hours before.

“I always liked this place,” Angus murmured, sweeping his gaze across the vaulted entry hall and the twin staircases curling upward like the ribs of some ancient beast. “Very gothic. Like someone grafted an English castle onto a university and hoped no one would notice.”

“We are clearly not back in the right dimension,” Angela said flatly.

“I’m not convinced,” Gem replied, stepping forward and brushing a hand along a marble banister that should have been rubble. “Magic can do ridiculous things. Maybe the professors pooled their power and cast one massive mend spell. Poof—library restored.”

“If they did, that would suck,” Angus grumbled.

Gem raised an eyebrow. “Really.”

“Yes! We were infamous for destroying this building. Now we’re just… students again.”

“I’m fairly certain the trail of bodies we left behind will preserve our reputation,” Angela said dryly.

Callo clapped his hands once. “Alright, enough nostalgia. Should we check today’s date?”

“No need,” Gem said. “Ravyn and M’Kael are already on it. They’ll report back soon. In the meantime, let’s focus on finding our demon friend.”

Angus, Angela, and Callo exchanged a collective nod, then fanned out among the towering shelves, pulling down tomes on demonology as if this were just another casual afternoon in the stacks.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Quite some time later Ravyn found the group pouring over demonology books. Sigils, rituals and names everywhere in open books.

Taking a seat she looked at the group. “It’s been five years. They fixed the place up. There was a massive investigation. A hundred and forty-two dead, eighty wounded. 16 million in damages. Two dozen students and staff were never found, including us. We were declared dead, vaporized or abducted by demons.”

“A mass grave was dug for the orcs, goblins, and others from the fight. The other dead were returned to families, if bodies were available.”

“And it’s currently winter break. We have maybe three or four weeks before the campus is filled again. The wards and spells are back in place. Including the ones keeping the weather like it is.”

“I’m pretty sure the staffing is limited for now. So we shouldn’t have to many issues on that front. But we don’t have dorms any more.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

“Five years? Shit.” Gem staggered back, breath catching. “My parents are going to be so pissed.”

“So are mine,” Angus muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hey, relax,” Angela said, waving a hand like she was brushing away their panic. “This isn’t a big deal. I outlived everyone I knew ages ago. You’ll get used to it.”

Callo nodded thoughtfully. “Angela is correct. Time is… flexible.”

“Well, we don’t feel that way,” Gem snapped, then exhaled hard. “But right now we need somewhere to stay. Let’s check if the professor’s house ever got rebuilt. Maybe he’s still teaching here.” Her voice drifted into uncertainty, more to herself than the group.

“What about the demon research?” Angela asked.

“Grab the best books,” Gem said, already moving. “We’ll read them at the professor’s place.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“Well, we were all declared dead. So anybody returning home would be celebrated. Hopefully at least.” Ravyn reminded them as they walked to the Professor’s house.

Once there however things got more complicated. The house and grounds had been rebuilt, looking even better than before. But the sigils of protection glowed in the air becoming even brighter as the group approached.

“Those are protection from Evil, Chaos, Demons, and Devils. Ravyn and M’Kael might be able to pass through, but it’s gonna hurt.. a lot. As for Callo.. it might. I haven’t looked to see how Chaos or evil you are.” Magdalena said as she stood closee to the shimmering marks.

“The rest of us should be good though. But this tells me the Wards on Ravyn and M’Kael for the University property are probably back in place. Sp they won’t be ale to leave if they are.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

“Nice to see the professor made it—and that his house is back,” Gem remarked, shading her eyes as she looked at the shimmering barrier.

“Yes,” Angus rumbled. “Though not so nice for us. The wards are up again. We need somewhere else to hang"

Gem hummed thoughtfully, tapping a finger against her lips. “What about the Broom Stable hayloft? I’ve heard it’s surprisingly comfortable.”

“I’ve heard the brooms wander in their sleep,” Angus countered, flicking an ear.

“Fair point.” Gem’s gaze drifted, then brightened. “What about the catacombs? Plenty of nooks and crannies.” She rested a hand on Angus’ broad chest. “And you can’t get lost down there.”

“That works for me,” he said. “Might need to grab a few things. Sleeping bags… maybe snacks.”

“Lead on, then.”

With a nod, the minotaur turned toward the nearest campus building. The catacomb tunnels threaded beneath nearly every structure on campus, and Angus knew their twists better than anyone.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

The Darkness suited M’Kael just fine, though he did bring up the incident concerning the last time they’d been in the catacombs. “This is gonna suck if tall dark and angry shows up down here.”

“I’ll let you talk to him first,” Magdalena commented as she looked at Angela and rolled her eyes.

Most of the time he was annoying just to be annoying and he didn’t mean what he said. He just liked pushing everyones buttons. But sometimes he pushed to far and Magdalena wanted to spear him through the head.

Scowling M’Kael looked at her wondering if she was serious or not. It was hard to tell since she had that spear up her ass most of the time.

Following the group it would be hard to notice Ravyn, shorter, more slender, and the least threatening of the group it would fascinate most people to know all the shit was her fault.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

The Catacombs​

The section of catacombs Angus had scouted for them was surprisingly clean and almost… homey. At least compared to the other corridors they’d trudged through—those had been choked with dust, sagging cobwebs, and the kind of stale air that suggested no one living had passed through in decades.

“So,” Angus began, gesturing around, “each of you gets your own alcove for sleeping. This open space here is the common area. The main passage in and out is narrow enough to defend if we have to. And—” He pressed his palm against a particular stone. With a soft grind, a hidden door swung inward. “—we’ve got a secret exit for emergencies.”

“Kitchen and bathroom?” Callo asked, already bracing for disappointment.

“Bathroom is chamber pots,” Angus said, unfazed. “Cooking will happen here in the common area.”

“That kind of sucks,” Gem muttered, making a face at the mention of chamber pots.

“Best we can do,” Angus replied. “We’re living underground, surrounded by overflow storage, relics, rare books, and, you know… the dead.”

He moved on before anyone could dwell on that. “Sleeping bags come with inflatable mattresses. Pretty comfortable, actually. Just remember to unzip the bags if you’re doing anything besides sleeping.”

Gem arched a brow. “You think some of us are going to have sex down here?”

“Yes,” Angela said before Angus could answer, her tone matter‑of‑fact. She flicked her gaze toward Magdalena and M’Kael, targets of her interest.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“How long do you plan on us being down here?” Ravyn asked looking around.

“Long enough to get killed in this trap,” M’Kael sighed. “And a secret door is only secret from one direction.”

Shrugging Magdalena grabbed her bedroll and shoved it into an alcove before she began to pray. Moments later a healthy meal appeared on the ground. “The Light is with me, and I am the Light.”

Looking over at her M’Kael grinned. “I am the Darkness, and the Darkness is with me.” he intoned mockingly.

“Fine be that way, you don’t eat.” Magdalena replied.

“It’s fine,” Ravyn said running her fingers along the edges of the books they’d taken before sitting down and starting to read.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

“Plan? You think there’s a plan? There is no plan,” Gem snapped, throwing her hands up. “We were supposed to arrive five years ago and immediately get attacked by a demon.”

“Hey, don’t poop on Ravyn—she was just asking,” Angela said, stepping in to defend someone she normally pooped on.

Gem paused, eyebrows lifting at the unexpected loyalty.

Angela shrugged. “I’m human now. I’m trying to be better.”

“See, bro? Proof it’s possible to be nice,” Angus said to M’Kael, elbowing him with a grin.

Callo, already inspecting the chamber added, “I’ll put a dragon‑locking spell on the secret door. And I can sense anything approaching this whole area, so we’re safe. But I’m not touching that holy food. I’ll probably explode if I even look at it too long. I’ll take some of that junk you brought, Angus.”

While Callo settled in with a bag of chips, Gem, Angus, and Angela dove into Magdalena’s holy food.

“Beautiful and she can cook,” Angela said to Magdalena, flashing her a playful, unmistakably flirty smile.