The Aftermath

“Get up!” The Incubus demanded, Aaralon dragged himself upright as if he was a puppet being yanked by its strings. The voice of the demon left no room for argument.

“What did you do?” He asked, even now his cocky nature and self confidence was still intact enough to make him speak up.

The demon gave him a enigmatic smile, turning away and heading out the door with the remark.

“Allowed everyone to be a little more honest with each other.”

In the back of his mind Aaralon realised that he did not have to follow this creature. He could try and make a break for it, try to get out of the school and away from here. Yet as his eyes lingered on the mess that had been the Grand Master he realised that he could not do any of that. Aside from the power this thing must wield he could feel his his bones that it had done something more to him than was apparent right now.