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The freshman bell rang. Shit!
Tommy, speed walking down the hallway, was now late for class! He picked up the pace and, using his experience in running bases, sprinted down the hall.
“SLOW DOWN!!” A teacher screamed at him like a fucking pterodactyl, “this isn’t a race!”
But it was, cause he was going to be LATE!
However, Tommy had a reputation to uphold with the staff at DHS. He tried his best to skid to a halt, but ended up catching his foot on his ankle instead, falling to the floor.
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Wlvin stood, waiting, in front of the glowing swirling black hole before him and waited for his father’s orders.
“Look at me.”
He turned to his fathers large, looming figure and met his fathers’ soulless gaze.
“Today you will conduct the acquisition of your first soul.”
The only movement Wlvin made was a subtle nod.
“Use what I have taught you. And if you succeed, you will be closer to following in my footsteps as the next Psychopomp of our time,”
A Psychopomp. Him!
Wlvin had been told all his life that on his fifteenth year of existence he would be worthy enough to follow in his father’s footsteps. He had been training ever since he could remember, and this was the moment that would decide his fate forevermore.
The reaper cleared his throat, snapping Wlvin out of his fantasy.
“Are you ready to begin?”
Wlvin was more than ready. His father motioned to the indefinite black hole, signaling his heir to turn to it.
Now facing the abyss, Wlvin began chanting:
“hoc est de coegi
hoc est de potentia
nos esurientem manebimus
devorabimus
ponemus in opere
ponemus in horis-”
Wlvin’s thoughts interrupted him.
What if I mess up?
Wlvin imagined what would happen as a result of his failure. What would become of him?
He would be a disgrace to the Grim Reaper bloodline.
Wlvin faltered for a moment, until he felt his fathers gaze harden behind him.
Straightening his posture, Wlvin guided his focus back to his portal. It had turned a shade of dark green, he hoped that was a good sign.
Having never actually made a portal before, Wlvin could only trust his instincts and the approval of his father. And so, he waited. And waited. But the Grim Reaper never moved an inch, or gave a signal that it was okay for him to proceed.
With one trusted resource eliminated, clearly, Wlvin was left to his instincts. He couldn’t remember the last time he made an error in training and lessons, though, so maybe he would be okay. He tried his best to shove down the anxiety welling up inside and let out the final words of the chant:
“et quod nostrum est capiamus!”
The portal burst into a darker, glowing green, almost transitioning to brown. It expanded a few feet, giving Wlvin more room to step inside.
This was his cue.
Wlvin Eang, descendant of Thanatos himself, stepped confidently into the portal.
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Tommy didn’t even feel the cold hard floor smack against his face; he was out cold.
The only reason he knew he was out at all was the fact that the front of his head hurt like all hell and, most notably, he was definitely not in Orchestra.
Wait…
He needed to get to class!
Squinting at the bright fluorescent light he faced, Tommy sluggishly lifted his arm to read his watch. 3:11. How much time had passed since he… fell? He was 99% sure he fell, probably face first if his forehead was throbbing so consistently.
Once again needing to guide his mind to what he should be focusing on, Tommy sat up abruptly only to feel a sudden wave of nausea come over him.
Okay, too fast…
He slumped a little, the icky feeling sinking in. Not only that, but in shifting his focus to the rest of the room he was in, it was all blurry and bright.
All there was was a white wall to his left, the single strip of bright light on the ceiling, and a dark blue curtain that, Tommy noticed, was the thing that eased the brightness and intensity throughout the room.
Losing motivation to even get to class at this point, he focused on this curtain. He began to space out a little, enough that he didn’t notice the figure in all black now standing before him.
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