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Dull eyes blinks rapidly in bid to clear blurriness from sight, a dull ache makes itself known in every bone in his body, slightly disoriented still, he tries to get his bearings together. A brown skin youth makes his way out of the corner of a desolate room filled with books, rows and rows of stands has it columns filled with books, some bookshelves are covered with dust, so much so that the names of certain books become almost unreadable.

Making his way towards one of the many bookshelves, he places his little pile of books on it properly. He makes his way to the door, an old dusty grandfather clock tells the time, 5:42pm. He checks himself out with the librarian before stepping out the door.

Once outside he mutters to himself, "Alberto will not be pleased. Say, when did I even fall asleep?".

Whilst he lampoons, he makes his way to the school parking lot. There's not a lot of cars in it, just a meager few, amongst this little lot a particular automobile stands out amongst the rest, a sleek black sport car with gold linings and golden wheels, besides it stands a man with a poker face, his gray eyes and similarly gray brows that twitch occasionally betray his anger. His palms are covered with silky white gloves, and a bowtie rest on his neck, looking dashing in a three piece suit with gold buttons, a crest of gold on his left chest, his eyes watch with slight displeasure as his young master makes his way to the car.

"You took your sweet time young Sir, dare I ask, have you acquired for yourself a lady to warm your bed?".

"How crass, I fell asleep is all. Calm your ire, let's go get dinner at The Summit". The brown skin youth replies calmly, not at all bothered by his butler's irritation at being late, nor peeved at his words. After knowing Alberto for 17+ years, he had become quite used to his manner of speech.

As they both step into the car, Alberto looks at the youth via the rearview mirror whilst he utters in mock sympathy.

"I apologize young Sir, but dinner will have to be had at home, after all, a certain someone claims to have fallen asleep. Truly shocking information I must say, after all, he has all to himself a more comfortable bed, king size I must emphasize".

"Good grieve, you truly are a bitter old butler aren't you Alberto?".

"Yes indeed young Sir, age catches up with us all I'm afraid".

They both chuckle, the stale air and slight ire that existed amongst the two earlier was gone as though it never existed in the first place.

A flash passes through the youth eyes as he seems to recollect something, he chuckles dryly catching, his chaffuer stares at him through the rearview mirror, his eyes questioning even though he says nothing.

"Speaking of women, I met an interesting trio today, one of them has your eyes". The youth tells his butler and chaffuer, his dull eyes carry a slight gleam in them as he speaks.

"You sound surprised young Sir".

"Indeed I am, they were different. They didn't say much except for their name and some time to speak with me, still, there was something different about these ones".

"Are you certain?".

"Well, that remains to be seen".

Their conversation reaches it end whilst the vehicle speeds wildly into the setting sun, it destination, the home of an exceedingly rich individual with astonishing power and reputation.

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A black sport car with gold linings and gold plated wheels pull up at a fancy gate with high fence, on opposite sides of the gate are two grotesque stone statues of devil imps, though gray, they look very much alive still as though they'd leap forth at any given second. The gate slides open, each bar to one side leaving an access in-between for the car.

The car drives into the gate approaches a massive water fountain, one which depict four human sized inferior demon statues, each having massive cracks and dents on various locations on their bodies. Water shoots out of the several cracks on their bodies with intense ferocity, upward into the sky, in a gross sense, each statue bleed water into the sky.

Beyond the statue lies a massive building, not unlike a castle, the car parks in front of a set of stairs that leads to the building's massive doors. On the doors lay winding lines and incomprehensible letters, it covers every inch of the double doors giving it a skin crawling feel the longer one stares. On both side lay two massive statues of fallen angels, with a pair of massive wings folded behind them. The left wing is bat like whilst the right wing resemble holy feathers, the right part of the fallen angel statues has a halo upon their heads and smooth skin without blemishes. The left side has a horn rising from their foreheads, skin covered in rough scales, claws from their hands and feet. Whilst the right part of both statues carry a feel of purity and holiness, the left side is bath in an aura of malevolence and cruelty.

"Welcome home young master", the butler says softly as the youth steps out the car.

"I'd rather be anywhere else but here". Mutters the youth almost inaudibly as he ascends the stairs, an imperceptible gloom creeps upon his face and settles in his eyes.