Meeting The Master

Following Pathfoot through the School Aaralon once again found himself starting to doubt if it had already really happened.

The scenes of pandemonium and debauchery seemed to have never happened as he moved past students and staff. All of them going about their day as if nothing strange had happened at all. There seemed to be no damage to speak of as well.

All of this made Aaralon suddenly worry that he had gone insane. Had the stress of trying to live up to the standards of those around him because him to snap? Was he actually tied to a bed somewhere, raving away like a madman?

The thought was unpleasant enough that it distracted him from where they were going. It wasn’t until they actually arrived at the doors to the Grand Master's Office that he came back to the moment.

Again the doors to the office where not the shattered wrecks they had been, instead they seemed perfectly intact. As Pathfoot pushed open the door Aaralon was already preparing himself to see the old Grand Master sitting at his desk.

However that was not who he saw behind the desk as he stepped inside. The, thing, behind the desk could not be mistaken for anyone or anything other than what it was.

The Incubus, still as naked, sat behind the desk and regarded Aaralon with open amusement.