Arye Jackson went to his house- a massive understatement to the stretches of buildings which he calls home. He limped, his right leg completely shattered by December. The mere memory of him made Arye writhe in anger and equally scared him. The way he mauled him still left a scar in his head. When he was dragged into the nurse's office, he bawled his eyes out, knowing his leg was permanently shattered beyond repair. Not to mention the massive scar along the right 'diagonal' of his face caused from the repeated bashes against the porcelain sink. His mouth brandished a gauze without which he would bleed out any chance it gets.
Arye hitch-hiked his way over to the biggest of the sprawling buildings- the main house of the Jackson Family. Banners of orange and black with a star molded in the middle showed volumes to the power the family had on Jead.
As soon as he marched towards the fenced gateway, he collapsed. The attending watchman shouted to the maids to pick him up.
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His father, Jules Jackson, stood over his son's battered up body, seething. He turned towards his elder son- Alex, who gripped on the bedframe, almost bleeding from the sharp edges.
"Son. Who did this to you...?" Jules whispered, caressing Arye's forehead as carefully as he could. Alex could feel the animosity slowly seeping out of his father, and he was the same too.
Arye's came out sore, as if he hadn't had anything to drink for ages.
"December..."
His father leaned in further.
"Oris...."
There was a moment of silence.
Jules stepped back, staggering like a puppet with its strings cut. Alex ran towards him, concerned.
"Father, what happened?"
Jules couldn't stop looking down at his crotch, his face horrified of the memories that circled around him like sharks.
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.
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"This troglodyte only thinks with his cock. The amount of times I had to tell this repulsive fuck to stay away and refused. Tell me I didn't do the right thing."
"Headmaster...
This is such bullshit....
The nurse told me I can't...
It doesn't work anymore...."
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"Alex..
What do you know exactly about December Oris?" Jules breath was raspy, he was struggling to breath. He didn't to confide in them just yet.
Jules's hand was buzzing, slowly shaking.
Alex made Jules sit down on the ground, concerned for his father but wondered why he reacted so violently to the name Oris.
"He's the newest Prime- joined this year. Apart from that, I don't know anything else."
Jules calmed down, regretting his actions from years ago. He didn't know she was the daughter of the Savant, and a few years after that, she somehow became the leader of the Real Set. However, before that, the incident had occurred.
No one knew about the Massacre that happened at the Wilheim House- except for the inner circle of the Herscherr. The Wilheim family was only considered to be a shadow to the Herscherr. A family that he began but wasn't involved in anything political. Although, Venus Wilheim, one of his only daughters, had died that day.
Jules knew that it was that the Headmaster alongside Kela completely annihilated a direct lineage of the Herscherr, which should've made him furious. But, he promoted Kela instead and she did what one would call a 'cleansing'.
Most of the remaining Real Set members were 'sent off' by her, although no one knew why. She built a new one completely from scratched and a couple of years after, the new Set was set out to be the best one yet.
Then Jules heard the news that she died. He felt slightly saddened because as a father, he knew it would've hurt her kids a lot, but decided to not think about it at all as it would unlock a buttload of trauma.
'Wait...
Kids...?
Last time I checked, she only had a son, Atlas...'
His thoughts were interrupted by an unconscious thought he had been dying to let out.
"Alex. Can you just take a look at this 'December'?"
The chandelier above them cast jagged shadows, throwing Alex's bowed head into silhouette over Arye's writhing body.
"Of course, father." Alex knew what he meant with 'taking a look'.
Jules was very conflicted- he knew what happened when anyone crossed the Wilheim Family, and Kela was no different. There was no telling how the...
'No.
This is revenge for humiliating me... In front of everyone in the Academy...'
Jules finally snapped, remembering his position as a father, whose son got humiliated and mauled, just like him.
His own father wasn't there for him, so Jules felt he had to do something to protect his own son.
Even if he wasn't his actual son.
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"Decey's been expelled."
"What..?"
The day after the fight
9:30 AM
Nurse's room
Heet heard rumors about Dean still jogging after what she did to him. She felt bad and uneasy, but knew she had to keep him caught up in the loop.
Dean was recovering from the cuts the terrifying paralysis demon of a nurse inflicted on him. He only found out afterwards they were meant to reduce swelling. He made a move to sit upright, but felt her gaze.
Heet shifted uncomfortably.
"No no. That's not it..
I shouldn't be...
Leave it." Dean sighed, wincing from his actions and embarrassed.
Heet understood what he meant, weirdly enough.
"I got it. Water under the bridge, right?" She smiled, extended her hand slightly.
Dean 'waved' her hand by nodding up and down.
"When will he be back?"
"A month. I don't know if he talked with Decey or not, but I feel like something happened between them already."
Dean raised his eyebrows.
"What do you mean?"
"Like I saw Lye walk past me a few minutes ago, but he looked very angry." Heet felt scared just thinking about it. Something felt haunting, the way he didn't even bother to greet her.
Dean sat silent, and so did Heet, till she broke the silence.
"Dean.
Did Zil deserve it?" Heet asked, still conflicted from the conversation she had with Lye the day before.
Dean slowly shook his head.
"He's a douche, but I wouldn't want that on my worst enemy.
I don't know what compelled Decey to do what he did.
But I don't know. I wasn't there. Who knew how many buttons he bashed?
Here's the thing though- I don't see Decey getting ticked off to the degree he did.
Maybe I don't know him well enough, but I feel like there's this other side of him.
It's just a 'me' thing but, I don't trust people with no 'dark side'.
And Decey seems to have the brightest of sides."
Why does he have to be so goddamn insightful. Heet thought to herself.
This new perspective fuels whatever Lye and Professor Hans seeded in her. Morality as she knows it is already compromised, in the eyes of someone who just doesn't know. It's all subjective and it leads to the question again-
"Is it the strongest who sets what's right and wrong?
Or is there meaning in being 'weak'?
Why did God make the Weak and the Strong?"
Heet, for the first time, wanted to live in the world of thoughts. She wanted to dwell in this impossible limbo of a question where God himself made and doesn't have an answer for.
"Whenever you feel better, can you talk with Decey?" She asked.
"He's my boyfriend too. You can count on it." Dean sneered.
She chuckled and walked towards her classes, eager on the fact that she's started to connect her own pair of dots.
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Leona noticed the new Prime sitting in the back again. She felt rather ticked off, for someone of her position to be wasting her potential, sitting in the back and joking around.
It was the most anticipated lecture for the first years- MnW ( Mathematics and Why?).
The last semester covered the basics of Calculus, things like functions. Now it would be the best part- Differential Calculus.
The second semester at Zahl Academy had already been labelled as a clusterfuck. A huge fight broke out in the boys washroom, and the first class that allowed students to use their functions ended in a disaster. All of these events had one thing in common- it was because of the new Prime, December.
No one knew anything about him apart from the fact that he's related to Atlas, one of the most promising students, who disappeared after his mother died. It didn't make sense to her, why he left and why 'he' joined, and during the second semester?
Leona rested her head on the desk, facing the window with her black hair with red streaks covering half of the view.
Ever since the speech, everyone's been on edge. She was happy that she was surrounded by people who took things seriously, but there are some people who'd rather worry about silly stuff like bullying, goggling at girls, and exuding their 'status' as nobles.
Let's see them do that once the whole world is engulfed in flames.
No one would be left to give a shit and and 3/4ths.
She liked analyzing people, it made her feel more comfortable with them. It saved her the trouble of actually walking up to them.
Heet Treaf-
She seemed like a very eccentric person. She looked like the type of person to do nothing during class but score the highest. Leona loved that.
She was especially shocked from the fight with her against Dean. She only heard of the concept of Mobius from her father, and how hard it was. Yet, a new student already harnessed it.
It wasn't everyday when a first year could do things a fourth year would never dream of doing.
She was very pretty too, and as a fellow human being, Leona was slightly jealous.
When it came to December, she had absolutely no idea. He never attended a single class apart from Professor Hans's. All she knew was he had a Transcendent function, which was something that would affect the world itself. She knew herself how chaotic people with that category of functions are. What happened during the class only confirmed it for her.
Zil was someone she had interacted with once, and it was a side no one ever did. So she was furious when December had done that to him. It wasn't that she liked Zil. He was someone who she couldn't analyze at all- an enigma.
She couldn't follow the battle at all. It all happened in a matter of seconds, yet the scene where December repeatedly punched Zil, his blood splattering everywhere, melted in her, and everyone's mind.
It wasn't right.
What did he do?
Challenge him?
Does he think that highly of himself, to the point where he feels the need to punish anyone who steps up to him?
Leona tightened her fist under the desk, her face only a window to the anger she felt towards him.
'He's broken. He puts a face on that he's the strongest, yet I saw him, suffering from his own Function.'
She wanted more answers, and sadly knew how to get them. She got up and walked towards the back of the class.
"You're Heet, right?
We need to talk."