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Saying that Dorian didn't have a good night's sleep was an understatement. Since he arrived at the New England Academy, he's been walking around on eggshells. After all, this was his last chance at a life before the witch council found him out. At this point, it seemed like the safest place for him to hide was under the Church of Night's nose, and that's what he was doing. But it didn't make anything easier.

He spent most of the night staring at the ceiling, or refreshing his memory of witch law. Why did he do that to himself? It didn't calm his nerves, only made them worst. It became a routine nearly ever night, going through and counting the number of laws he'd broken, how many offenses. Dorian was a dead man living on borrowed time. The moment they figured him out, he'd be executed without a doubt. If anything, that should make him wish to live what life he had left to the fullest. But he spent too much time living in fear for that to happen.

Dorian might have dozed off at one point or another, but by the time the sun came up, he was up as well. With a sigh, he finally decided to get up and out of bed. There was no point in lazing around under the blankets for hours when his mind would only wonder to more horrible things the future held. He moved about the room quietly, being sure not to wake up Michael as he went to the bathroom. He closed and locked the door behind him. And with that brief moment of privacy he had, Dorian let his glamour fall.

For so long he hadn't be able to look at his reflection, his true reflection. Looking at himself felt so foreign, but the sadness in the eyes... that never changed. Dorian couldn't look for long and let his focus fall to his hands that gripped the sink. With his gaze diverted, he put the glamour back up. He didn't dare look back in the mirror before he made his way into the shower. There weren't many things that could relax him, but a hot shower seemed to always melt away any worries he had, at least, temporarily.

He quickly lost track of how much time he spent standing under the cascading water, but eventually Dorian finally got out. The rest of the day seemed to crawl by, yet at the same time time ticked by so quickly. Before he knew it, Michael was awake and they both had to begin to get ready. Dorian seemed to wait until the absolute last minute to get changed into his white outfit. Just touching it churned his stomach. The one thought he hadn't let plague his mind is what would signing the book of the beast twice do to him. Would it kill him? Overwhelm him with power? Would Satan himself smite him where he stood?

Dorian hadn't noticed until that moment how much his hands had been trembling. Hopefully to other people it just appeared as normal nerves. But he knew the truth, the fear that built up inside him at the nearing of that night's proceedings. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he took the clothes from the hanger and began to get dressed. Thankfully, his reflection betrayed him. In the mirror, he was a different man... Dorian Fawkes, who was giving his life over to Lucifer for the first time ever. He let that thought repeat over and over in his mind.

Once dressed and as presentable as he could manage, he finally looked over at Michael giving his bravest smile. "Have you decided on your baptismal name? I haven't had much time to think about it myself," he confessed as he sat back down on his bed. "Pearl likes Xavier." As he said her name, his familiar emerged from somewhere under his pillow and slowly climbed onto his hand.




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Tamsin groaned as an alarmed buzzed in her ear from the nightstand beside her bed. Satan, when did she go to bed the night before? 5 am? 6 am? She couldn't remember, just that she saw the pink glow of the sun about to on crest the horizon before she finally tucked in. Her hand slapped the table, missing her clock three times before she sat up and yanked it out from the wall and threw it across the room.

Normal people were usually out of bed before noon. But Tamsin rarely saw a need to be up before 3 pm. She hasn't attended a class at the Academy for over a century. She's already taken every single one they offered to the point of knowing the classes verbatim. And being a creature of the night, she rarely felt a need to be a morning person.

Her arms stretched out in every direction as she yawned. Tamsin's hair stood up on end, but remained flat on the left side of her head from where she was laying. Her fingers ran through her hair and scratched her scalp, un-matting it from the several hours of sleep. She yanked her blanket off of her and slid out of bed in a tank top and underwear. She was far beyond the point of caring about how she was dressed in front of Winnie and if someone else happened to be in their room too? Well, they got a free show. Tamsin lost count of how many times Roman had seen her naked.

Tamsin nearly tore apart her bed, searching within the blankets and under pillows for her phone. She only found it when she heard the device fall onto the ground next to her feet. She scooped it up and sat down on the mound of blankets. A groan escaped her lips as she illuminated her phone. "Satan's balls. It's All Hallow's Eve?!"

She slammed her phone down on her bed before trudging off to their bathroom. Tamsin rarely closed the door as she showered, knowing full well Winnie spent half of her life in front of a mirror trying to look perfect. She tried locking the door once, and somehow still managed to be greeted by the red head standing in front of the mirror by the time she was done. Tamsin has long since given up trying to get the bathroom to herself since then.

Asmodeus Proctor told Tamsin several times leading up to that day that he expected her presence along with the rest of the Academy. The ceremony was the biggest celebration their coven had every year. And although the Anti Pope was too busy to join this year, every member of the coven would be attending, including the Reids. And it wasn't like she'd be allowed to skip the Dark Baptism. She tried once... Let's just saying being a torture spell test subject for a semester was enough for her to not want to miss it again. So, she didn't waste much time washing up, nearly slipping and falling on the tile floor as she exited the shower.

Tamsin wrapped herself in a towel, using a second to dry her hair as she scurried back out into their room. While it temporarily blocked her view, she bumped into someone who stood in the middle of their room. She pulled the towel from her head and groaned the instant she saw Roman Black standing before her with his stupid smug grin. "Ugh," she scoffed. "You look like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man... But more sex offender-y." Tamsin wormed her way around him and made her way to her dresser. "Don't you have your own room?"

"Yes, but my roommate isn't my biggest fan."

"Shocker," Tamsin quipped as she yanked open drawers, quickly sifting through what clothes she had clean. She pulled out the first things she found and tossed them onto her bed. She didn't even waste her breath asking Roman to turn around or look away. When she dropped her towel, Tamsin couldn't find her undergarments on the mess that was her bed. After a moment or two of searching, Roman cleared his throat. She turned to look at him, finding him standing there smiling, her underwear hanging off his index finger.

"Grow up, Black," she said as she snatched her panties back and put them on.

"I'll stop when you join us one night," Roman offered as he motioned his hand to Winnie.

Tamsin grabbed her shirt, pulling it on like a vest, turning around to face him as she zipped it up. "I do have standards." Shocking. The girl who pumped herself full of enough substances to euthanize an elephant had standards? Even as she said it, she found it hard to believe the words that were coming out of her mouth.

"And what's that?" Roman asked as he leaned back against the wall on Winnie's side of the room.

"Not you." She smirked towards him as she wiggled into her skinny jeans and fastened them. Tamsin let out a soft sigh of relief now that she was dressed. There was still a bit of time before the Baptism, but seeing Roman in head to toe white get up like a virgin just shit out from heaven, she knew the time was near. If she had to guess, she wouldn't see much of Casper that evening. With the rest of the Reid family present and their clear hatred of her... She'd be left to her own devices for the ceremony.

Tamsin's bare feet tapped along the wood floor as she made her way back to the bathroom, this time closing the door. There was only one instance where she closed the door, and Winnie knew this. It was the one time she wouldn't be bothered. Some shuffling could be heard coming from the bathroom, the sound of the lid on the toilet being moved, some tapping and then the door opened back up. Tamsin walked out sniffing and rubbing her nose, flashing a smile to the other two in the room. It was no secret to anyone at the Academy that she was a junkie. And at this point, she barely felt the effects. It was more like caffeine than a high, no doubt another gift from Lucifer so she couldn't even have an escape or be numb from the torture he's put her through.

She wasn't in the mood to linger and watch the rabbits hump one out before the Dark Baptism. Tamsin didn't even waste her time, finishing getting ready in her room, instead putting her sunglasses on her head and snatched up the rest of what she planned to wear along with her purse. "If you're going to have sex you have about 30 minutes. Not that it would be an issue for Sparky here," Tamsin said as she patted Roman's shoulder. She then grimaced, pinching the fabric of his jacket between her fingers. "Well, if you do you should do it naked. This fabric will wrinkle if you breathe on it wrong."

With nothing more to add, Tamsin nodded causing her sunglasses to slip down from her head and land on the bridge of her nose. "Later, pornstars." She slipped out of their dorm room, closing the door behind her. With a sigh, she walked barefoot down the hallway until she reached one of the small common areas. Thankfully no one else seemed to be there, for the time being.

She found a free spot on the ground and dropped all of her shit. The movement must have startled Chesare, who's white head poked out of her bag to look up at Tamsin, sticking his tongue out at her. "Sorry," she apologized before sitting down next to him. Without needing to rush as much, she lit a cigarette, not particularly worried about getting caught smoking inside the dormitories. Tamsin then took the time to finish getting ready, even putting on a little make up... basically just heavy ass eyeliner.





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roman black
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Roman's mother had been preparing him for this day for years. What is to be expected of him, what will happen, what it means. But no matter how much she prepared him for it, it still didn't calm his nerves. It was strange for someone like himself to be anxious but this was the day he's been waiting for. To accept Satan into his life, into his heart. To be a servant of the Dark Lord. He knew others trembled at the thought, but he has been waiting for this moment... To make his mother proud.

He started getting ready far earlier than someone normally would, but this was his day. Roman spent at least an hour in the shower, perfecting himself for the Dark Lord. He even decided to shave, trying to be his best self. For months he had his outfit planned and set aside for just this occasion. Rome was never a fan of white clothes, especially an all white outfit. He never found it to be very flattering. But, he knew they were supposed to appear virginal on the night of the Dark Baptism. Being virginal was another thing entirely, but he was twenty-five, what did the Dark Lord expect?

Roman didn't pay much attention to his roommate as he finished getting ready, not that he paid much attention to Bones on most days anyway. He gave himself a final once over in the mirror, slicking his hair back before he grabbed his jacket. He headed out of the boys' dormitory, finally putting his jacket on as he crossed the green toward the girl's dorms. Although they were forced to be in separate buildings, the Academy didn't seem to pay much of a mind to them spending however much time in which ever building they preferred. After all, the Dark Lord had no issue with sexual exploits.

In no time, he had reached Winifred's room. He didn't knock, instead letting himself in as he often did. "Good evening, darling," Roman said in greeting as he crossed the room. He came up behind her, placing his hands gently on her shoulders before placing a soft kiss upon her cheek. "Beautiful as always."

He softly brushed the skin of her shoulder with his thumb before he made his way over to one of her mirrors to check his appearance again. He tugged on the cuffs of his shirt and adjusted his cufflinks. Roman could hear the sound of the shower coming from their bathroom as he looked around seeing the chaotic state of Tamsin's side of the room. "I see the old lady is up at a normal time." He chuckled softly, glancing back over to the stunning red head.

And as if he spoke of Lucifer himself, the brunette came out of the bathroom in a whirlwind. Of course, she couldn't walk past him without their usual pleasantries and banter. As much as she annoyed him, and boy did she... Roman did enjoy catching her when she wasn't presentable. Anyone who thought she wasn't attractive was blind or stupid. And with her fiery nature, she had to be a tomcat in the sack. One day he'd find out. For now, he had to settle for stealing her underwear as she tried to get dress and enjoy the brief extra moment of her naked presence.

Once she was gone, Roman sat down on Winnie's bed. "As much as I'd love a roll in the sheets before signing my name in the book of the beast, I did spend exceptionally long getting ready today." He crossed his right leg over his left. He also knew full well that once she had started getting ready, there was no hope of ruining her work either. What could he say? They were both vain. "Although, I wouldn't mind a celebratory shag later." He smiled at her, raising a brow.

After sometime sitting there, Roman leaned back on her bed slightly, playing with the tassels on one of her frilly decorative pillows."Do you think everyone will go through with it?"

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Sylas's attention turned toward the newest development of the game, watching as Mason and Andy stepped into the closet. He raised his hand to scratch his jaw as he glanced around. Regardless if Mason ever said it out loud or not, this was what he wanted. Andy. He had to keep himself from smirking at thought of Ajax's hatred at the sight. No doubt it took everything in the son Zeus not to intervene. Sylas contemplated making his way over to him, just to give him a little push. But before he moved his gaze froze on Alex.

The camp has seen more than its fair share of scuffles between Mason and Ajax, at this point it had grown to be expected every so often. Although the prospect of any fight was intriguing to Sylas, that's not what he wanted. He wanted to bring forth anger, hatred and disgust that people harbored deep inside. The dirty little demons they hid away from the world. Their true nature. He recalled Capture the Flag and the trial, the sharp and bitterly truthful words Andy exchanged with Alex. And then how easy the daughter of Zeus was to trigger with a fraction of his powers.

He only allowed himself a brief smirk before he made his way across the beach. Sylas snagged up a cup of something from the refreshment table, a beverage in a red solo cup that no one ever questioned. With the drink in hand, he made his way over to Alex. "I hope you don't mind me saying, but you look stunning this evening." When she reached out to take the cup from him, Sylas's other hand gently took her wrist in his. He made sure that they stood close, intimately. So if anyone else saw them, nothing looked out of order beyond Alex flirting with yet another guy.

With the touch of her wrist, Sylas let his powers slowly flow into Alex. He first filled her mind with false thoughts about himself. Simple ideas, that made him not seem like the bad guy. He's charming and a good guy. It's just a drink. Simple persuasion so that she didn't recoil at his touch. Then he let the deeper thoughts coil through her subconscious. Of course, Andy gets what she wants... Mason alone in the closet. She loves him more than your brother. She'd do anything for him. What does she do for Ajax? Nothing. Ajax deserves better than her. The bitch spoke out against you at your trial. Andy would rather see you dead. But, she can't kill you... If she's dead first.

It was never a secret when a Zeus child was angry. The sky began to rumble as dark clouds slowly began to form. Luckily enough for Alex, that in the dark of the night they were unseen. Her jaw was clenched and nostrils flared. Veins protruded from her neck while her knuckles went white with rage. Her anger was like that of an Ares kid, seeing red... tunnel vision. All that continued to circle through her mind was Andy. The bitch that toys with her brother. The whore who has to have Mason and Ajax. Self righteous bitch, who called her a murderer.

Before she had realized it, Alex had crossed the beach and was standing in front of the closet. No one tried to stop her. Or maybe they did, but she didn't notice. She didn't hesitate opening the door with so much force it was a surprise it didn't rip it off it's hinges. Inside stood Andy and Mason, chest to chest, lip to lip. Alex didn't even take a moment to assess the situation or take it in. Instead, her hand reached out and took a fistful of Andy's hair. Then with a forceful jerk, she yanked the brunette from Mason's arms and threw her down onto the ground.

Andy had no idea what was going on as she was flung face first into the sand. She barely had time to spit the grains out of her mouth before Alex was there. She jerked Andy over onto her back and pinned her down on the ground. Still in a state of shock, she didn't have a chance to block Alex's first punch which clipped her in the jaw. Before she had a chance to swing again, Andy put up her hands. With the use of her powers she launched Alex off of her, throwing her several feet backwards.

"What in the hell are you doing, you psychotic bitch!?" Andy shouted toward Alex as they both climbed to their feet. Thunder crashed overhead, the rumbling shaking beneath their feet. Then the skies opened up causing a deluge of rain to fall from the heavens like a monsoon.

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Alex charged toward her, slamming her shoulder into Andy's chest and tackling her to the ground. It wasn't like the fights most girls had, screaming, pulling hair and slapping each other. This was the type of fight that could only happen at a place like this, rage in their eyes, attacking with meaning and intent to kill. It all moved so quickly, one minute Alex was on top and then another it was Andy. Neither one of them was in control for long, just enough to get in a good punch or two.

For awhile, it all was a blur. They both were bloody and soaked by the rain, slamming each other into the ground, pinning each other down and throwing fists. At one point, Alex wormed her way behind her opponent. Her feet hooked around Andy's waist, while she gripped her in a tight choke hold. For a minute, Andy struggled, clawing at Alex's arms and coughing as she tried to breath. She had to push the panic aside, trying to think through the rage and rain to find a way out. Finally, she threw her head back, slamming it into Alex's nose and dug her elbow into her side.

That was a pivotal turning point. They no longer just wanted to win but were out for blood. The punches were more direct, with all their strength. Their faces were cut, bruised and bloodied while the rain had them drenched and the sand clung to them as they rolled around. Profanities were muffled by the sounds of thunder. Knuckles were split. But neither one of them gave in.

The fight looked like it might never let up until one of them was dead. In one of the shifts of power, Andy managed to rotate her body and pin Alex to the ground, like they both had done several times before. But unlike before, her legs pinned Alex's torso with her arm stretched up along Andy's chest. She had the daughter of Zeus in an arm lock, and for a brief moment, she contemplated snapping it right on the elbow.

Andy kept her grip tight and jaw clenched as Alex struggled beneath her. But from under her soaked brunette locks she looked around and through the mist of the rain, she saw all the campers watching them. She growled, releasing Alex's arm and shoved her away with her foot. Andy stood up and spit at the ground next to daughter of Zeus's head. "You should be fucking rotting in Tartarus. Murderer," She kicked wet sand toward Alex before she turned and started to walk away.

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Alex was still in a fit of rage and began to storm after Andy, even though the girl no longer posed as a threat. But Ajax was there, wrapping his arms around her to stop her from finishing the job.

"Al, that's enough!" His voice was firm as he kept his hold on her as tightly as he could.

Alex spat the blood out of her mouth as she turned her head and glared right at Mason. This was both of their faults. They had no doubt planned this all along so they could be together. If Mason wanted to fight her to defend Andy's honor? Then he was more than welcome to try. "YOU WANTED THIS ALL ALONG!" she yelled, not caring who was watching, or what they thought about her. "GET OFF ME!" She ripped herself out of her brother's hold on her. She didn't mean to lash out at him, he knew that, but with how angry she was, she was unpredictable.

Image"It's a shame they only threw him in Tartarus as he deserves death.. and one day!? I'll do it myself." She growled the threat through her teeth, though it was more a promise than a threat."He's a parasite.. just like you."

Ajax pointed in Andy's direction as he still kept hold of Alex. "Someone..." He didn't dare to think that she was anything other than just unconscious. Although her body remained motionless. "Take her to the infirmary. Al, stop now... it's not worth it."

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