Dark Arts and Black Magic

[The Watcher]

From the outside the room looked like any other classroom. Of course why would the new teacher change the outside for that was always comforting to the students that walked down the halls of the academy. However inside this room had been transformed to the specs the teacher .. one Isis Stone had asked.

The walls were black stone shinning marble. The luxury and oppulence of it all played well against the flames of the torches. Two kinds of torches each set in black marble holders that molded seemlessly with the walls were the Nether Fire and the Blood Fire. Each alternating the blackened and redneded light across and around the room.

Desks sat. Black shinning table tops blood red runes carved along the edges. In the center of the table set for two students stood a small brazier with the Nether Flame to give the students more light when writing or reading during lecture. The floor was blood red how fitting for the dark arts. At the front of the class room stood a large black desk made of obsidian. On it sat a small black lap top the glow from the screen cast red light on the black walls behind the desk. No teacher currently sat at the desk. In fact no one was in the room.

It was empty a note in red floating across the back wall as if being projected there when in fact the sparkling red letters were there by magic. The words read..

-Dark Arts and Black Magic: Please find a seat. Class begins promptly.-

[Darian Dumonte]

Darian slipped into the classroom earlier then the rest of the students as he ran his fingers through his hair for a moment. The Dark Arts. The whispered words of forbidden magic. To utter even a single word of Dark Speech without properly preparing oneself could result in death. Darian however, wanted to learn and achieve a higher-level of magic. To understand what lied beyond the light and in the shadows. Orchid had decided to join him the large cat familiar with the darkness and agreed to accompy his owner to the class.

You are sure?

I have to know Orchid. The arts that murdered him...

Be wary then.

I know...

Darian reached a seat near the front and sat down Orchid laying by his feet.

[Robert]

Robert's footsteps met the regular, hard, stone floors of the modern building that was Arcane Academy. His familiar dark aura, invisible yet easily detectable, seeping through every crack and crevasse around him. Chilling to the core. A sign of a very tainted past, as well as a not too bright present.

The anti-social boy walked through the halls, his cold exterior seeming even more so. It was very simple as to why, actually. His power level had been dramatically increased from the machine that was held in his closet in his dorm. This seemed to mix the cold disposition with a startling sense of power, one that would be drained a bit when he returned to his dorm. Those were the rules.

He slowly entered the classroom, not even glancing from his gaze aimed at the floor. The desk was easy to find. The one at the back corner where everyone is least likely to want to go to. He sat in his chair, his slouch less pronounced but still obviously there. The pain was still moving throughout his body. The pain of not impure magical energy. So far, the academy had yet to come up with a machine that could handle storing actual pure energy. Such that only the human body could do. So, they had to pack it with slightly tainted energy, making it so that whenever Robert touched the machine, his leeching talent sucked up the energy, but leaving him with the ever so slight sensation of being burnt inside. As most things concerning Robert's talent, no one knew why. It just sort of happened. Yet another part of one's false life.

He looked at the runes on his desk, unsure of what they said, but ultimately not really caring. They did not change his existence. At least not to his knowledge. But, one could not help feeling at least a small bit of curiosity, however slight it would remain.

[Fukushuu no Mumei]

~Approaching the door, Tenshu didn't sensed an aura that didn't match the outside. Opening the door, he knew he was right. He read the redundant note in the back that happened to be floating. Tenshu was about to sit down, when he stopped Kyoden from sitting. "Don't... You'll break it." Kyoden stood up behind Tenshu's seat. Tenshu sat down scanned the room. "Kyoden, even though I cannot look into their souls from their eyes, not many of them have a strong sense or any experience at all with black magic in their soul." Kyoden grunted. "This is probably only a simple lesson of teachings I learned at this age in my other body. However, don't expect me not to try."

Kyoden spoke in a deep voice, "Where's--" and was cut off by Tenshu.

"...the teacher?" Tenshu's asu no kage spell implanted in his mind finally triggered for the first time at the Academy. "I sense she'll be here soon. She's close. If it's not her, there is another strong, dark presence in the room, which I highly doubt."

Kyoden silenced.

-=}N{=-

[Junpei]

Junpei strode down the hall, his black dress shirt and slacks well pressed and smoothed out for today. Sure it was a class but it was HIS class, his subject of power. He was a summoner, a dark summoner and on his way to mastering his dark magic. He had already leaned a great deal, been praised for his talents and even now he was a new student teacher. Junpei was emitting a rather large aura himself, having been tapping into his black magic in order to do well in the class, and the large presence Tenshu felt was no other than Junpei entering behind him.

"So where's the teacher?"

He said stepping in and taking a seat on the left wall, a wall desk that let him rest his back against it. Loish was missing today, Junpei choosing to leave him behind in case something came up that would require Loish to help Delana. Delana had grown quite a bit and Loish was starting to spend more and more time with her. They might have a family of Jhereg's one day.

[~Traptz~]

Agian....*thud*

After walking through the halls for a few minutes more James Marshall passed a class.

Opening the door he was slightly shocked form the demeanor outside...To that inside...

"Well now... This could be interesting..."

Walking into the room he headed to the back, kicking a chair out. As the chair balanced on its back legs, he jumped up onto it. The front legs smashed down, echoing in the room. He dropped down, and threw his boots onto the table. He leaned back and closed his eyes. His hands found their way to the inside of his jacket.

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He drew one out from the pack, and stuck it into his mouth. As his hand went back it returned with a Zippo this time. It was completely inordinate save for a picture of a Joker etched into the front. He flicked it open then lit it. Bringing it to his mouth he inhaled deeply. Snapping the lighter closed he placed it back into his pocket.

James blew the smoke out, then took another drag. He now awaited to see what people would say... There was no better way of feeling a person out than seeing what made them angry... At least thats how James thought of the world.

[Darian Dumonte]

BAM!

The tip of the ciggarette including the lit section was blown clean off with a percise shot. Darian held a gun in his hand the barrell smoking ever so slightly as he cocked a brow in here. He already knew from the name list that this guy had just come in out of his own little ignorance. A negative point in Darian's book. The fact that he just almost disgustingly walked in and did all that rude stuff was more negative points. But, lighting up in a public building? That was the greater of annoyances.

"You should remember that it's non-smoking in these buildings. It's called common courtesy."

Darian murmured as he picked up the empty shell and put it up. Picking out a spare bullet he ejected the clip and slid the bullet in manually. He snapped the clip back into his Glock and deliberatly set the gun on the desk.

[Jonathan Winters *Deceased*]

After Der Metzgermeister's class, Jonathan's combat instincts had been on high end. But, he refused to bother Madelyn with them.. had to be strong. This class, although definetly wouldn't be a breeze, sounded as though he wouldn't need any of his weapons. Regardless, he'd keep his knife in his pocket, at least. He checked himself before a mirror. Fatigue pants, and a short-sleeved white shirt. And a concealed knife, for anything the teacher might have them do with an object. Alright. Satisfied, he put his right hand through his hair, in an attempt to try to straighten it, but, he wasn't overly concerned. He was on the very minimum of E-killers, so, he'd be able to stay frosty during the duration of the class. But.. he'd taken them an hour ago.. best not to think of if it ended earlier. There, set. 'Dark Arts and Black Magic' class. Alright. Walking out of his bathroom, he went out his dormitory, and looked around. Madelyn hadn't signed up for this class. That just ment that this would be more of a personal thing.. perhaps if he could expand his library of knowledge a little, that would help.

After five minutes, however... he realized he'd gotten lost. He was in hallway 300, so, he returned back to the main hallway. Getting back to the directory layout of the school, he finally spotted it, and headed from there. All the while, he kept a fairly quiet demeanor, which may or may not have been creepy, as his face showed no emotion at all. Another few minutes, and he there. If the E-Killer's weren't in effect.. he would've sighed. If. Turning the knob, he walked in, hearing a 'bang'. His eyes shifted over to the red-manteled character. He had fired a shot in class. Pausing slightly at this abuse of weaponry usage, he decided to do nothing of it, as it simply wasn't his place. But then, looking at where the shot had come from.. was that a cigarette? Again, he paused. But, his feet carried him to sit next to the blue-eyed character. Smoking. He almost smiled.. reminded him of how much Sergent Benzel used to bust the ocassional private's ass for smoking in the barracks. But.. he'd give up, after the next three weeks, and just make sure they'd work it out of their systems. A comforting feeling.. he didn't know why. Private Teller Banks was an amusing guy to be around.. but, those were just memories, and memories were irrelevent. Sliding into his chair, he nodded at the man next to him, before looking at the front of class.

He'd noticed it, yes, but, he hadn't looked at the room as closely as this. It was lit by torch lights, their black desks having majestic designs on it, of perhaps a master carver, or a magician with good taste. The walls were a refined marble black. The words, -Dark Arts and Black Magic: Please find a seat. Class begins promptly.- was apparently projected, another sign of the classroom. But overall... he couldn't help but think that this gave off a feminine aura to it, of a blackish variation. A 'sleek and sexy' sort of feel, if he dared to be so bold. But, they'd have to find that out for themselves.

[The Helper]

...Ooooh... I Feel 'Naughty'...

Mr. Winklewood had seen the latest teachers around... and GOD THEY WERE HOT. Today was the day that the first of the three, Isis Stone. He'd seen her. For the love of--- And they say he was to be fired! Did they see what these women wore!? Travesty, really, they should've been 'throughly inspected'.. he would've volunteered for the job. .. That, and he really just wanted to grope them. Time to slip 'them' on. Reaching into his pocket protector, he pulled out a pair of glasses, and slipped them on. There.. added to the disguise, a little. Walking through the hallways, he buttoned up his open shirt, and walked inside.

... My, my... what an interesting little place this was. The walls were black, there was some basic magicks on the wall projecting a message to slightly awe the students.. she had good taste. Very sexy, the torches added to the sensuality of it all. Maybe he could get a 'detention' for being naughty and do some 'clean up' on top of the desks. But, that was just wishful thinking.. although, the torches put him in the mood. Quickly, he sat down, next to a red-eyed kid with black hair.. had a royal looking thing on him. Too many clothes on. For himself, he relaxed back into his chair, his right hand, going to his zipper, slowly unzipping it, his eyes closed. But no, not yet.. he wouldn't touch himself just yet. Had to be suave, if he was going to get something done. The noise of a zipper going back up resounded back in the room. But he was getting damned hard. Where was she!? He looked over to the kid to his right, the red-eyed one. "Hey there.." He smiled, his eyes closed.. his hands almost reaching towards him, but he resisted. Must. Resist. Groping. Must. Grope. Isis.

[Alastin]

The room was enveloped in darkness for several moments and a flutter of wings came in through the door. The darkness faded away and Dark was sitting on Isis' desk his wings folded almost languidly streching out on it. He was bored and had decided that this would be a fun class to come to. After all how many teachers wore a corset while teaching? The boobs just aching to be groped and squeezed it was definantly something not to miss.

Pervert...

I want more magic anyways.

[Darian Dumonte]

Hell Unleashed?

Darian looked up and had a huge sweatdrop form on the back of his head as soon as he heard the zipper of the man beside him go down. Wait............WHAT THE HELL?! Without even thinking Darian drew the shotgun from the back holster after putting up his glock. The man's smile was a creepy sort and there was something about him that made Darian want to back up several MILES. He looked at Winklewood with a suspicious look. The guy's freaking pants were tented even though he zipped up! That was just something that Darian was worried about.

Don't be hasty...

THIS GUY IS A TOTAL PERVERT. @_@

True...

HE JUST TRIED TO UNZIP IN FRONT OF ME! >_<

Darian flicked the safety of the shotgun off and very deliberatly worked the pump feeling that satisfying sound of shells loading into the barrels.

"Keep that thing where it belongs..."

[The Helper]

...Interobject Errotica?...

"... Okay... just put 'your' shotgun away, then.." he said with a smile, as he leaned over it, right hand reaching over to it, pulling it closer to him, his eyes closing, as he put his lips over the shotgun, inserting his tongue into it, making out with it, beginning to moan, moaning, rising and falling, his chest and breathing becoming faster and faster... but just as quickly, he drew away, slowly, sensually, his eyes slowly opening, a thread of saliva sticking... still connecting the shotgun with him, as he looked at this boy. ".. Nice shotgun.." An evil grin. His fingers crept down, sliding down it, as if it were the leg of a woman.. or a man who shaved his legs.. slipping down to the handle of the trigger, pulling it back and forth... back and forth, almost seemingly giving it a handjob, beginning to moan a little, strangely, softly, his mouth closed to Darian's ears, his eyes closed, the excitement rising.. and then..

"Bang."

"... Dammit man... you made me stain my pants... do you realize how annoying it is to remove a cumshot from your boxers!? For God's sake.." shaking his head, he pulled away, the saliva thread finally breaking.

[Darian Dumonte]

When in Doubt. SHOOT!

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"....................."

Darian was beyond disturbed. This guy just molested his shotgun. And then just exclaimed about cumshoting himself. What.........the............hell?! Darian blinked a few times getting the pure abject shock of the moment out of the moment. He looked at the man for a moment and leveled the barrells at Winklewood's chest. Time froze for a few seconds as Darian figured this guy was a teacher or something.......screw it.......

"THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!"

BA-BLAM!

Darian pulled both triggers hitting Winklewood in the chest the force of the blast sending the man out of the chair and into the wall. Darian stood up using the pump action to eject two smoking shells and bring fresh shells into the chamber.

"DEMON BEGONE!"

He yelled as he pulled the trigger again.

BA-BLAM!

Another double-barrell blast this time straight into the man's crotch. Rubber shot had it's usage. Deliberatly Darian opened the stock and held up four LIVE REAL ARMOR PIERCING shells and loaded them in removing the rubber rounds he also inserted four buckshot rounds into the shotgun. He snapped the stock closed and worked the pump action again.

That was wrong........

"Those two were warning shots........."

He sat back down at his desk holding the shotgun very closely.

[The Helper]

THAT'S MY LINE

He almost wanted to cry that out, as the red-eyed kid blasted the shotgun at him, screaming 'Savior's Arm's' activating spell. Careening across the classroom... everything seemed to go in slow motion.. the pain in his chest just barely beginning to surface.. all the while... he couldn't help but think, as he flew by a kid with long white hair, a kid with green eyes.. and then, back at the kid who shot him.. 'Nice pants, wanna fuck?', as his eyes suddenly saw the wall, and he slammed into the marble stone, certain that he cracked something, as he comically slid down it, in slow motion, noticing as his boxers were riding up him... kinky.

His hearing was foggy... so foggy that when the red-eyed kid screamed about 'begone... something... demons... beastiality... sex...', or something along those lines, when--- "AHHHHHH---- AHHHHHHHH... THIS IS SO WRONG... THIS SO WRONG.. I CAN'T FEEL... Oh wait, yes I can..." he said, as he straightened himself up again, his balls being locked onto again.. armor-piercing? Shit.. Quietly, he unzipped his pants, revealing his shiny, dented schlong... ".. Steel Nuts. A passive spell. Although... I need bullet-proof nuts, now, it seems.." zipping it back up, he walked up, as if nothing had happend.. ".. And that was my 'cumshot', you made me do, you prick, and the teacher isn't even here! Wait, man... shiest.." as he went back to his seat, then, looking at the kid, wanting to finger his ass-crack, but not wanting to risk anything more...

[The Watcher]

((down boys! You guys totally got carried away.))


"Shooting off your guns already? My my.. all the fun and without me." a sexy feminine voice said as the Goddess of Darkness stepped into the room.

Yes, Goddess was the word for the beauty that stepped from the darkened shadows. Scanning the room with her beautiful iced blue eyes. Seeing the men. Yes.. oh yes it will definatly be the most intriguing class. Had rumors of her beauty gotten around? Or did men just like to dabble on the dark side. A dark seductive smile crossed her face as she stepped further into the red and black light.

The corset she wore was mostly black and it hugged her body like skin. The top barely closed over her natural massive bust the pale skinned breasts heaving against the fabric the red silk ribbon barely keeping them under control. Her thin waist was toned the small bit of it seen between her corsett and her skirt. Tight and long black folds of soft and supple fabric fell to the floor. Her skirt was slit up both thighs. Lush red hair fell around her soft shoulders and down her smooth back like spun silken threads.

She scanned the room with her beautiful eyes the ones that never failed to capture and maintain the gaze of any man she so sought. And here.. there were so very many men. She smiled seductively as she stepped closer to a desk where two of her students sat her eyes roaming over the both of them.

The one with half a cigerette still in his mouth was her first.. victim. She chuckled inwardly. So much fun. With a flick of her wrist the doors slammed shut locking them securely. No one would be leaving any time soon. The boy was leaning his chair up on it's hind legs his feet on her beautiful desks. She grinned evily and came over to the boy. She had been watching the class for a while now. She came up and leaned herself against him running one index finger down his clothed chest as she watched him with her ice colored eyes. Leaning in her mouth opened slightly moving ever closer and going over the cigerette her eyes never leaving his as her lips pressed gently against his. Her right eye closed in a slow and seductive wink as she pulled back taking the cigerette with her. Taking the broken cigerette out of her mouth with a snap of her fingers she relit it with nether fire. Her eyes still staring at him as she took a long draw. Leaning in once again the cigerette now between her two fingers she blew the smoke in a gentle stream across the sensitive skin of his neck. She pulled back and tossed the cigerette into the nether fire brazier with another wink she stood once more and moved to her next .. student.

Hair white as the fresh fallen snow outside she stepped up behind her student. His face so expressionless as if a challenge asking.. no begging her to make it show something. And on thing Isis enjoyed more than playing was a challenge and this boy offered so much. Not to mention his body was in peak physical condition. She stepped up behind him and her white pale hands so soft yet so dangerous ran through his soft silken white strands as she leaned down to his ear and took his earlobe into her mouth sucking and nibbling gently as her left hand dropped down running her long nails up and down the skin of his neck. Her heated breath running across his soft skin. Mmm she had definatly found her new pet. Oh yes, this one would be fun. Releasing his earlobe she kissed his ear gently as she pulled back and stood surveying the class once more.

Isis let her smile continue, even as she walked past, lingering by Tenshu and his.. 'familiar'. Quite large. Letting every klink of her steps being heard, as she headed over to Tormaigh, she promptly sat down in his lap, batted her eyelashes against his cheek, looking at Kyoden, all the while.. "... Hey there, big guy.. you don't need any huge piece of armor to compensate for what you have, do you?" she said, as she let the back of her hand stroke down the right side of his cheek, flying of slowly, as the tip of her fingers reached the edge of his chin. Smiling still she got off the large lap of Tormaigh letting the index finger of her right hand run across his chin as she crossed the room to another student.

She had heard rumors of this student. Junpei Taltos, if she remembered correctly and she was sure she had. The boy that was a dark summoner yet summoned an angel. How odd truthfully. Swaying her hips with each step she pulled herself up into his lap. She looked up locking her eyes with Junpei letting him lose his soul in the depths of her icy gaze. Her hand came up slowly so very slowly and ran through his hair pushing his bags back out of the way. Slowly. Yes, slowly running through his lockes until it stopped settling on the back of his neck her eyes still locked. Moving closer ever closer her breath racing across his face as she kissed him gently her tongue moving out to cross his bottom lip before darting back inside once more. Breaking the sensual kiss she brought his lower lip back with her biting it gently before letting it go. Her eyes still on Junpei she snapped her fingers and the boy that was once sitting on her desk now sat in the seat next to Junpei.

Still sitting in Junpei's lap she looked at Dark her eyes running over him as she snapped her fingers once more with a seductive wink as he suddenly found himself bound wrists, ankles, and waist. Bound to the chair. Running her fingers down Junpei's cheek once more before standing she stepped past Dark letting her hand run underneath his chin just enough to make him shiver as the last two students came into view.

Except one wasn't a student at all. A smile very seductive yet dark all the same came across her face as she stood infront of Winklewood the professor that was .. horny to say the least. Leaning over him her hand on his shoulder her bust in perfect round perky view as she gave him a wink. Whispering something underneat her breath Winklewood was suddenly gone.. only to appear a moment later on her desk gagged and bound to it. A dark chuckle uttered forth from Isis as she turned her gaze on the only remaining student left.

The boy looked rich from the way he was dressed and a black cat was next to him. Isis reached over and with a single index finger under his chin she lifted his gaze to hers. "Instead of lugging around all those useless toys.. why don't you show me your 'real' guns sometime?" she asked and leaned over showing the breasts that were straining against her corsett again before she kissed him hard on the lips. Pulling back she winked.

Now it was time for class to begin. Cooly Isis moved her hips swaying seductively as she moved to the front of the room and looked down at Winklewood before grinning and turning her back to him to address the class.

"I am Professor Isis Stone. And this is Dark Arts." she said and with a flick of her wrist the note she had left for them disappeared. "We will begin with lecture. Open your books to page 66 and begin."

Several red books with a black emblem on the front of three circles joined appeared before every student and one even floated above Winklewoods gagged form. As Isis waited she looked over at Winklewood and gave him a wink.. suffer.. suffer.

-Black magic or dark magic is the branch of magic that is used to perform evil acts or that draws on malevolent powers. In the Inquisition, Christians were afraid of witches and warlocks practicing evil black magic. In modern times, witches and warlocks will use the term to describe the bad magic that they do not do in contrast with the good white magic that they do practice. Black magic would be invoked to kill, injure, or cause destruction, or for personal gain without regard to harmful consequences to others. As a term, "black magic" is normally used to describe a form of ritual that some group or person does not approve of. Not everything that is called black magic truly has malevolent intentions behind it.-

"Thoughts? Opinions?" she asked as she sat on top of Winklewood's abdomen and crotch as if he wasn't there and she waited for the first student to answer. "Ah yes, and my favorite question .. why are you taking my class? What are you hoping to gain!?"

Eyeing each of her students carefully she watched them. Waiting to see who was the go getter. Who was the person that would go last. And who would be most original. Who had she gotten to. It was time to play.