The School Proper

The effect of whatever the Incubus did to the wards becomes clear as soon as you move into the residential area of the school. As you follow him down the hallway you look into the long, barracks style sleeping areas.

Inside it is pandemonium, every last boy is awake and up, a few of them are fighting, punching lumps out of each other. However the vast majority of them are taking out the pent up sexual pressure they have had for a long time on each other.

Aaralon looks into the long dorm halls and watch as a orgy of sexual depravity takes place. He watches as cocks are shoved roughly down throats, most times the young man forcing his cock down another's throat has another cock buried deep in his ass.

Again Aaralon thinks that he should be feeling something more from seeing his classmates reduced to base animals. Yet he finds himself completely preoccupied with the question of just what the demon did to the wards. As the move out of the residential area and into the classrooms he comes to the conclusion that his apathy to what is happening around him must be something to do with what the demon did to him.

This train of thought is derail however when they finally arrive at the Grand Masters office. The heavy oak door hangs open, the shattered wood telling him that it must have been kicked in. Beyond the door Aaralon could just make out what looked like more students surrounding a tall figure.

“Stay close behind me,” the demon said over its shoulder before they stepped through. Aaralon did as he was told, his heart starting to race for some reason as he got as close as he could to the demon.

Mistress Pathfoot was stood in the center of the office, she was a tall, severe woman, the match for the Grand Master in power. Aaralon had only ever seen her in long, figure destroying, black cloaks before now. He had never imagined he would see her in her night clothes not that it really changed much, she was still wearing a full length heavy night gown. Her short black hair was in disarray and her eyes seems to be filled with a burning fire as they darted around.

She held her hands out towards the five young men who had broken into the room, all of them were nude, each with a hand wrapped around his own member. As they stared at the Mistress they jerked themselves off roughly, leaving no doubt as to what they wanted to do. Yet they seemed to be being held off by some unseen ****, one of them tried to dart forward as she turned away from him only to reel back with a yelp like a animal burnt.

Later, when things had calmed down somewhat, Aaralon would explore the office, finding a string of runes and sigils carved into the walls of the place, turning it in a fortress within a fortress. The thing that bothered him though was the question of why Mistress Pathfoot had even been in the Grand Master's office at this time of night. Her chambers where on the other side of the school grounds so she could not have ran to them. The pair of them had never seemed to be very close to each other or even interested in the opposite sex at all. The answer seemed obvious but with Leonardo dead and Pathfoot's testimony rendered forever unreliable he would just have to accept that he would never know.

In the now however he was stepping into the room behind the Incubus, even over the racket in the building he heard the gasp from Mistress Pathfoot. Peeking from behind the demon he saw the boys back off a few steps, a scant two foot separated the woman from the demon. She had not got to her place in the magical world by being unsure of herself however.

Her hands twisted in to ugly, seemingly impossible shapes, as she spat forth a killing spell. Arlong felt the spell break against the demon, flowing around it like a torrent around a rock. The other boys in the room where not so lucky however.

Mistress Pathfoot had been the teacher who specialised in natural magic at the school. She had taught the students handy tricks that would turn a pile of grass cutting and kitchen waste into usable compost in a single day. Now however she had unleashed her strongest spell and Aaralon watched with dull horror as the boys on either side of him ran through months of decomposition in mere moment. Eyes yellowed and turned to fluid, running down skin that turned from pink to green to black in moments. Stomachs bloated and burst, spilling a torrent of brackish fluid on to the floor that writhed with maggots. Then the air was filling with flies, a storm of them so thick that he lost sight of the Mistress for a moment before they too succumbed to the effects of the magic.

As the last of the flies fell from the air, turning to dust before they even hit the ground, the demon cracked a smile that would turn a devout Nun in to wanton whore.

“My turn.”