Dark Arts and Black Magic

[Darian Dumonte]

Darian looked at this woman. There was no other way to describe it as this woman came into the room. There was a sultry air to her that could even make the most chaste of men reconsider their convicitons. She was wicked and flaunted it proudly in a way that could only make a man's heart stutter. She had an over-ripeness to her that called to any person in the room who could call himself a man. That was it. She was downright sexy and she knew it. The way she carried herself from student to student performing sensual and elegant movements to each of them was something that could take your breath away. She knew who she was and didn't flaunt it she almost melded with it.

This was the kind of teacher that men dreamed of having every single day of their lives. A teacher that they could dream about every night wanting to run hands over her sweaty body and do forbidden things. Be ye noble or religious there was no way you could deny that this woman had something about her that called to the very bottom of your desires. This was a woman of dreams and here she was standing in front of them. Flaunting her sexual prowess in front of them. Darian saw Winklewood get chained up on the desk and another student bound up to a chair but, he was watching and not saying a word.

Quite a woman.

I have nothing to add to that.

Suddenly she was in front of him leaning forward with her massive bust straining to be free. His angle of watch had her cleavage in perfect you but, he just found his chin tilted up and then a hard kiss pressed on his lips. His eyes were wide and he was left in awe. This was a woman who not only knew what she was doing but, didn't seem to care what the hell they had. This was woman no...this TEMPTRESS was there teacher. It was going to be a long day indeed.

..........she wants.............to..........JESUS..........

He felt a shiver run down his spine for a moment as he heard her address the class.

"Knowledge."

That single word as Darian looked her directly in the eyes with his red ones. As if daring her to contradict his statement. As if daring her to try again now that he was ready.

[Robert]

Robert's mind began to wander as everyone entered and did whatever it was they happened to do. He remained stone-like in his appearance. Ever unflinching no matter what situation was called upon in the strange array of dark arts students. All the time, he merely looked at the desk in-front of him. It was strange, really. He seemed almsot forgotten amongst the crowd. While everyone talked and performed whatever pointless action they did, he was seen as nothing more than a figure at a desk. Of course, it was a step above his usual student status. Innocent bystander seemed much more... forgiving. As opposed to the school's boy freak.

He ran his gloved hand slowly along his black desk, letting his fingers roll over the grooves of the markings. How intriguing they were. Yet still ultimately useless. One couldn't help but think of what they did. They probably had more of a reason than looking pretty. Of course, one would have to question that when seeing the soon-to-be-arriving teacher, but that was for the correct time.

Robert listened to the commotion that only continued to escalate. Judging by the sounds, it seemed numerous rounds of gun-fire had a need to express themselves, destroying some things and just injurying others. It was quite the spectacle for he who cared to watch, but naturally, Robert didn't care to watch. He was fine for just listening and waiting.

One could almost hear the tents being pitched as the teacher entered, only a glance coming from Robert's direction. he didn't even look to see if she was walking his way, because naturally, he already had the answer. The teachers were all informed of his condition. The fact that merely by touching him they could quite possibly die. In cases with teachers such as Winklewood, one was almsot glad to posess the curse of leech magic. Of course, to most, when it came to a teacher like Miss Stone, one could only think of all the sweaty, heated, passionate things done. With or without a curse. This didn't fall upon Robert's mind however, for he had never felt lust. And he was only eleven. Not quite in his prime.

Miss Stone seemed to have decided ahead of time that the "Naughty Teacher" approach would be a valuable one, and so far through her many movements, it had proven itself as such. However, Robert's mind had decided on a slightly more accurate but not quite as complimenting way to describe her, rather than the fairly large repettoire of words all meaning "Sexy" that the other students had chosen.

Whore...

It was rare the Robert would make such a critical judgment of anyone. He was not exactly a negative person, in retrospect. More of the neutral minority, than anything. However, his invulnerability to the sensual acts of the teacher let his judgement be clear, and permissed him the ability to feel the darkness about her. In a way, she didn't feel right. One couldn't help but think the other students would like to test that theory.

He listened as she continued her stroll through the room, and quite possibly the hearts of her students. He listened to her demand as the books appeared on everyone's desks. He quickly flipped through to page 66, reading the first bit. Questions? Comments? Of course not. However, his goal? Well, that was an easy answer. Freedom. Naturally, it would remain an unlisted answer. Never leaving his lips. Such a question was pointless, and hardly worth interest of other students.

Robert waited for the others to finish their answers, for some reason his mind coming to the idea to take off his gloves. It would provide easy protection on the off chance the teacher felt the need to attack. One could only wonder what this strange woman would do. Miss Isis Stone was quite hard to predict. However, one came to the conclusion that she was a teacher. She would probably have already been told not to provoke Robert. That could jsut end badly for everyone.

[Fukushuu no Mumei]

~Tenshu clenched his fists, something was coming. Junpei had already arrived, but this urge to know what the nearing dark essence was irritating him. His heart beat did not grow, he was only annoyed, and wanted results from class. It was a waste of his own time if a teacher or instructor was to show up late. "Kyoden, we have had the time of three lives, yet I am still imaptient. If or when she arrives, I hope to learn, may she hope to teach, that I want to no longer be imaptient for such time wasted. This is too long..." Tenshu spoke spitefully, seeming odd, seeing as how his body and voice almost did not fit his age in this lifetime. Tenshu's unclenched his fists in an act to spare him losing that flesh.

Tenshu's mind was clear of strain, and his fists released their grasp all together. A woman of sorts, not a goddess, but quite a beautiful woman. He was enticed by her red flowing lockes. His eyes, though human in this body, changed color around the iris. Tenshu's body inside this one was an onisu, and green was the only color that an onisu's eyes could change, versus their normal eyes colors. Green meant that he desired or was pleased by something. Sweet desire. It could hardly be told apart, however, even with his mask on, having holes for his eyes. He did not smile. A true smile in an unimportant or unconfrontational situation showed weakness. Tenshu watched her as she made passes at all of the students but her. He was not impure with divine energy of any sort, like the one Junpei student. Tenshu was a pure black evil. So was Isis. That could have been the only reason why. But why for that reason?

Aside from that, a book appeared in front of him. Instructed to open it, when he took his hand from inside his sleeve, the skin was eaten away, and his onisu claw, those blackened claw hands, began to form. His eyes grew. He would not transform now! Quickly, silently, unnoticably, he put his hand in his kimono sleeves, reaching for a tube-like vial. He opened it and poured the contents into his hands, being so careful not to spill anything onto a non-tainted surface. It would rot the room the Shadowlands taint that not even Miss Stone would be able to keep immune. She might be able to control it, as Tenshu does, but immunity spread nowhere. However, the red liquid only touched his hands. It was the blood of the onisu he had killed to gain the onisu's body inside this one. It would keep it inside when it was trying to transform him. Kyoden said nothing out of respect to Tenshu. Tenshu had flaws, but Kyoden owed him life and death.

Opening the book, he skipped reading after the first few sentences. This was an art that Tenshu practically helped create in some branches, if not spread it past the land of a few island in the East. It was almost an insult to subject him back to this state, but he was careless enough to have died enough times. His fault only.~

.. why are you taking my class? What are you hoping to gain!?" Was what he picked up on. He heard the rest, but this intrigued him. Why would anyone ask this? Tenshu's gaze met Miss Stone's, feeling her cold blue eyes glazing him almost frozen, but he was still strong. His eyes toned back down from their green iris, to black. In his calm, semi-deep voice, the emotions on his face let him speak. "Why does anyone desire to gain anything? Everyone can be subjected to selfishness, no matter how selfless the act. Everything can be split into why someone performed such action. If at all used to help someone else, it was because someone did it so that their mental state would be free of guilt or pain. It would be for their own relief. I admit I want power, more than I've seen. I've gotten what I've wanted so far at this academy. People have died. I want power, but not here." Tenshu was content with his answer. Everyone that would join this class wants power.

"A question, Miss Stone: Why do you teach this class? You are unaware of the reasons why we attend, yet you plan to teach us regardless."~

-=}N{=-

[Minji Étoile]

OOC: Helper said that I should just join in o___O;;

Transferred to a different class?

Sighing mentally, Minji gracefully walked through the empty halls of the academy. She was recently noted that the Black Magic and Dark Arts she was currently taking would no longer continue, but instead, she would be transferred to a different class with the same subject. Minji, personally, thought about just dropping the whole subject, since she didn't want to go through the trouble of switching classes and such. She would have much rather just sign up for a different class, but seeing that she was pretty good in Dark Arts and Black Magic, why not just go through with it? This subject wouldn't be too hard for her, seeing that her parents used Black Magic and the Dark Arts all the time, and Minji used it a couple of times back at home, when her parents were still alive. She was an orphan after that, and naturally, since there was no where to practice the magic and such, she stopped practicing all together, and she only practiced her own power in secret without anyone knowing.

Wearing brown jeans that hugging her lower curves perfectly, a darker shade of a brown belt clung around her waist. For a shirt, she wore a collared brown and navy blue thick striped shirt, the collar white and folded over, with a loose navy blue necktie hanging loosely around her open neck. The first two buttons of her short sleeved collared shirt was undone, and her arms hung loosely by her side as with every step she took, a light tapping sound was easily heard by the heel of her shoes in the silent halls. Her violet blue bangs fell gently over her creme colored face, her hair put into two short pigtails, her dark violet orbs staring blankly into the white colored, empty halls as she continued to walk patiently to her destination.

She was told just a couple minutes ago that she would be attending this class, starting today. She wasn't very excited for it, although, she still had to attend since she was the type of person who wouldn't just leave loose ends hanging. A small, pink slip was held in her left hand, explaining the reason why Minji is late for class, asking stating to the teacher to excuse the violet haired girl. Coming to a corner, she turned left and continued her trip down the hall, her eyes tracing on the right side of the hall as her orbs went over the numbers placed by the doors. Coming to a door where her classroom should be, she stood in front of it, her lifeless, dull, cold eyes staring at the closed door in front of her, her right arm extended and pulled into a light fist as she knocked lightly on the door twice before entering. Before she stepped through and into the classroom, a dark mist surrounded her body, so if anything should be flung at Minji, it would pass through the shadow and go out the other side. The first thing she saw was a female. And a slutty looking one, to tell the truth, but who was Minji to judge her future Black Magic, Dark Arts teacher? The first thought that entered her head was something displeasing toward the teacher, whatever the hell her name was.

You have a whore for a teacher... That f--king sucks.[/b]

That voice rung in her head again, and Minji could not help but agree. Her lifeless eyes stared at the females eyes and her eyes only, as she calmly made her way toward the girl, teacher, whatever she is, and held out the slip of paper with her left hand, her black and gray backpack slung over her right shoulder. After she would give the teacher the note - but if she refused to accept the slip of paper, she would crumble it and throw it in the trash, not really bothering to explain the reason why she's late, because then Minji can get this lady fired - then she would turn on her heel and move toward the back of the room to take a seat whether this teacher objected or not.

[Ethan Yukimaru]

Sitting in a desk nearby, Ethan was silently staring out the window while waiting for the Teacher and what not. He didn't make his presence known, nor did he really want to. After all, he was a much, much older man then the rest of these kids... Hell, he was just a year younger then the teacher! However, he would just ignore it... Not caring for the fact he is surrounded by Children and is just as old, if not older then some, teachers. Quietly looking out of the side of his head, he saw a teacher, Winklewood he believe it to be, come into the class. Still not paying any attention, Ethan continued to stare passionlessly through the window...watching as leaves flickering around in the wind nearby. He rested his head upon his fist, supporting itself on the chest as he leaned on it....still intently upon the leaf on the tree then the class itself. What he desired was for there to be a philosophy class...a class where he and others could discuss the role of magic and life and the purpose of it and what not...

"Indeed, with our power... We need to be taught the reasons of why, when and how we should wield out power" He said silently to himself. "After all, power corrupts, and people need to stop the corruption before it occurs"

Anyways, he remembered at how he woke up this morning in his huge estate-dorm....Pushing himself out of his bed as he changed himself in his usually, formal and traditional attire. Then quickly consuming breakfast, Ethan slowly walked toward the Academy. While his face did not show it, he was becoming tired of it... He needed something to make him question life...question things in general really. For he felt he did not truly find meaning in just simply learning magic. No, he wanted to discuss the repercussions of it, why we use, the impact we as mages have on the universe, and other things such as that. To his expressionless sorrow, Ethan had found no such class existed. Instead, he decided to go with the Dark Arts...so that the philosophy of "Black Magic" can be heard. It might not be truly deep or profound...but it gives Ethan something to stick too...

"Well, a class is a class... And i cannot change now that i have committed to this class" He thought, reaffirming his position f being here"

Anyways, here he was now, sitting oh so calmly on his desk as he stared on the outside. Suddenly, a teacher walked in.... Dressed rather scantily and what not. Hell, it was as though Pervywood's jaw dropped to the ground and then some. However, for Ethan, with a life filled with conditioning against primal urges and weak human emotions, he merely stared at her briefly before turning his head....Uttering the word "Harlot" before he resumed staring at the leaf. From the file he read, Miss Stone here was bit a year older then he was... Once more reminding him of the sad age gap he suffers. Of course, while she was older then him she did have a certain air of appeal to men, While Ethan was not effected, thanks to his conditioning, others were. Of course, it is not Ethan to judge others based of their life style, well, publicly anyways, and as such merely accepted the woman as his teacher. To his slight annoyance, as he looked back to his previous position the leaf had danced away from him...moving so finely in the wind which pushed it as it flew so freely in the air. With that, a book appeared on his desk... The Teacher telling him to read it...and read it he did. So in the end, Black Magic is really magic that people disapprove of... And there goes the possibly philosophical element of this class. With that, Ethan got out a string and paper, dipped it in ink as he was ready to record everything the teacher said..right down to the last word....

"I guess it's just another class again" Ethan though, still staring outside. "But at least it'll make me stronger combat wise.... And i suppose i can ask a question to stir my wonder of the Dark Arts.... Just not right now..."

[Jonathan Winters *Deceased*]

"Shooting off your guns already? My my.. all the fun and without me."

An alluring voice, as soon.. the teacher stepped in, revealing herself. Temptation is a good word to use here.

.. A very good word.

Strapping tight clothes, accentuating her already her already deftly curved figure, walking with an air of confidence, a just 'barely' held in bust, flaming red hair and eyes.. Rosenrot, yet not Rosenrot. This at least wasn't the Rosenrot that he knew of. Lights shown on her, always seeming to go along with her facial features, never ceasing to be something of magnificence. Closed to them, she moved, over to where the man who was smoking for a bit, before he came in there. A sudden flick, and they were locked in. .. Maybe he should've brought his beretta after all. Jonathan, for once, couldn't help but rubberneck, watching as the teacher grinned amused, suddenly grabbing the shirt of the poor boy, staring into him with something that Jonathan couldn't describe.. was it lust? Was it amusement? Just barely noticing, as she suddenly took out the cigarette from his mouth. .. She knew what she was doing.. something that could be.. very dangerous. With a wink, the cigarette was re-lit, blowing smoke onto his classmate's neck. Something sensual about that.. he couldn't understand why. Yet another cool wink, and the cigarette disappeared in flames of the brazier.. where Jonathan only noticed too late, distracted by the cigarette, to realize that she'd already moved on.. to him.

She was upon him, behind him, already. And he felt riled up, really riled up. The E-Killers.. crap. The effect was dying already? Or was she breaking the effect? Her hands.. her soft hands went through his hair.. Jonathan wanting to move his head along with it, but, resisting. He'd already fallen in love wit--- He froze, as he could suddenly feel the moisture of her breath, her teeth on his earlobes, biting it sensually, feeling something... terribly.. 'errotic'. He stifled a grunt, as she let her fingers go down her neck, never showing a sign of notice on his face.. but the sweat that was beginning to develop at the back of the base of his neck.. said very much otherwise. And suddenly, the moisure vanished, and he thought for a moment, he was safe. But a kiss connected to his ear.. and he felt .. he felt the blood rush to his face. She'd actually defeated the effects of an E-Killer. If Madelyn found out about this.. he resisted swallowing, resisted showing weakness, his face still staying resolute, although looking slightly.. strained. He could barely hear her, when she was talking about some.. piece of armor.. his eyes just glued to the back. A large feeling of guilt enveloped Jonathan. This class..

.. He suddenly cursed himself. This feeling.. he wasn't supposed to be feeling this way. But his eyes travelled, fled away, but then locked on again, as she walked on, hips swaying, over to Junpei. He'd heard about him.. evidentally, a very capable student. But, he knew him more as the man who left Phae for that week. She'd already locked eyes with him, sitting on his lap. He felt pity for him. But if he showed any signs of giving in.. he'd personally take care of him, on Rosenrot Phae's behalf. And then.. she leaned over.. and kissed him.. biting on her lips. The only thoughts on his mind.. 'Don't you dare kiss back..'. They had to resist. This was probably more to also test them.

A snap of a finger, and the boy sitting at the front desk was suddenly strapped in. Suddenly leaning over to what he thought was.. 'one of the older' students, who was in the ruckus with the red-eyed kid.. suddenly disappeared. Jonathan blinked, looking around quickly: to see him latched onto the table with a gag. This really was starting to look like the 'Dark Arts', but the 'Dark Arts' of a different kind. Too busy to stare at what.. looked fairly familiar. That guy on the desk.. wasn't he part of the staff? Finally done with her buisness, she walked up, Jonathan keeping a careful eye on her. "I am Professor Isis Stone. And this is Dark Arts."

A book appeared in front of him, but, Jonathan kept his eyes locked, not wanting to be caught by suprise by something. "We will begin with lecture. Open your books to page 66 and begin." Silently obeying, his eyes flicked down, opening up to the rather.. symbollic page number, and quickly scanned through.. reading, -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?" The brows on his forehead furrowed. "Ah yes, and my favorite question .. why are you taking my class? What are you hoping to gain!?" When a girl walked in, disrupting his thought. .. Violet-blue hair.. What was with this place and strange eye or hair colors, anyways? But he shook his head. Some people had already responded to her question. Why was he taking this class? Raising his hand, trying to figure out fully.. he decided on thus.

".. I-I'm t-taking th-this cl-class t-to b-be o-of b-better u-use t-to th-the sch-school"

[The Helper]

... And This Is Why I Love Being A Teacher...

His jaw dropped, down to the floor, and his hard-on pushed him back up. Holy Mother of God. There she was.. that Godess of all that was sexy, of all that was in his fairly limited world of women and sex. VERY limited. Quietly lowering his hands down to his sides, as he watched her, go on and about, seducing every single one of her classmates.. he just waited there.. hoping to get a nip, a kiss, a anything! A anything at all, he wasn't picky! Every moment, his heart thumped faster, as she took her sweet time to give a nip, a kiss, a grope, a little something, maybe even a sexy comment. WHAT WAS TAKING HER SO LONG!?

.. Finally, she was at him, and his tongue came out, panting like a horny happy dog. That sexy, seductive smile on her face... so sweet, yet the eyes betrayed it. It felt so.. 'naughty'.. he wanted to rush over to her, bend her over his knees, and give her the 'spanking' she deserved! A nosebleed developed, as he cried happily at his overactive imagination. She leaned over him, his nose breathing in her scent in a pathetic sort of way. .. She smelled.. so good! He shuddered, as he could feel her hand rest on his shoulder, his eyes obviously glued to the bust, secretly praying for it to burst, so that he could rest his head inbetween such perfect little pillows. Drool formed. A wink, and his hand shot towards her chest, when, a few strange little words were whispered into his ear.

"MMMMMFFPHF...!" as his eyes blacked out, and returned, only to realize suddenly that he was unable to move, his body now.. horizontally bound to the top of the desk. He couldn't move.. and he found it uncomfortable to say the least, his arms outstretched, wrists bound, legs stretched out across the desk, shins and thighs bound, even his waist bound. Looked as though he were some sort of sacrifice. The only thought to cross his mind?

... This is kinky.

When suddenly, she sat on top of him, talking to the students, and he felt so turned on, wanting to grope her right then and there, on the hardwood of Winklewood. GAHHH.. this was torture beyond torture! His crotch attempted to move up and down, but it was so painful to do, his mouth bound tightly with a piece of cloth, so that his words would come out jarbled.

CURSE YOU ISIS! CURSE YOU IN ALL YOUR SEXYINESS!! WHY DOES THIS AROUSE ME SO MUCH, TO BE THE ONE BEING DOMINATED!?

[Alastin]

Dark gave a grin at the site of the at the teacher walking in oh by the prickling of my thumbs something wicked this way comes. He watched her move and she even teleported him with a crack of energy and he felt himself bound and gave a wide grin. This is why he loved the dark arts so much they always had such kinky and interesting spells. It was always something to enjoy as he felt her hand caress his chin and cheek in a sexy and sultry matter as if daring him to react. Oh yes he was going to love this glass indeed if this woman was teaching it he'd have to attend more often. This much was certain without a doubt. He pulled out a feather from his pocket and with a focus made it razor sharp and he cut the bindings.

God I love a woman who makes a challenge.

This is going to definantly be fun.

He read the book casually for a moment but, he knew black magic fairly well as he watched her.

"No thoughts although the opinion is obvious. Why I take this class is simply to strengthen that which I already know."

Dark said with a small sultry smirk. He did however, stand and with a quick surge his wings snapped out he streching them lightly before folding them behind his back and almost daring her to try again.

[The Watcher]

The students in her room had obvious male reactions to her touches and her words. She couldn't help but smile. She loved being in control it was her nature. All these students had come here to learn but they would leave with knowledge and practice of dark arts. She was a teacher pure and simple but her own technique of teaching seemed to keep the avid attention of all her students. Yet here they were and all eyes on her as it should be. Even the man she was currently sitting on was looking at her. She had heard stories of one Winklewood. A name surely he had picked out for himself. Though it suited him well as far as she could feel through the fabric covering them both. She had to admit the man was very good looking but she wasn't going to let him get anything unless she gave it to him.

The boy with the guns and the red eyes answered her question first yet held no opinion about the passage he had just read. Oh don't tell me I have a boring class. She sighed and nodded to the boy who seemed to want to challenge her. She raised a brow. Challenge me will you boy? She could have him screaming her name in two seconds with either pain or pleasure. Did that boy realize that.. and his kitty there couldn't do a damned thing about it besides watch. She smirked at him a little as her eyes flitted to the next boy.

The young one. The one she wasn't supposed to touch with direct contact. Now she noticed that the boy said nothing. Ahh, so the little one has no response. No opinions. No thoughts. Hmmm... this one is rather intriguing. Yet she sighed again her bust heaving against her corset as yet again her students said nothing. Was she that unlucky to have a non opinionated class. How truly dull.

But the boy with the compensation armor called out a response. Not really a response but a question. He was asking why she taught the class and she smiled at him. The mask. It .. bothered her liked to see her students faces and if it was hiding a deformity she had most likely seen worse and so it was no concern. Sliding off of Winklewood she began walking very sensually towards Tenshu. She had looked up on her roster all the students that had signed up minus the few that had decided to join late.

"Ahh, Mr. Tenshu, I teach this class to give my students knowledge of the dark arts. I ask why my students attend because normally when I have a responsive class they tend to have different reasons. I like to know those." she said as she sat down in his lap.

She reached back and pulled the tie on his mask the red cloth coming away and the mask sliding from his face as she lay it down on the desk behind her. She smiled as she looked into his green eyes. She ran the back of her right hand down his cheek. Her index finger ran across his lower lip before she moved her hands back slowly again and took down his white hair. The silver clasp coming away in her hand as she sat it too on the table and ran her fingers through his hair gently.

"Such beauty should be embraced not hidden behind a mask." she said softly as his hair fell down around his face like fresh fallen snow. She leaned in and kissed his lips gently her hand running through his hair his long beautiful hair. "I like you better this way. Stay like this for me. For now." she said with a wink as she moved out of his lap.

The door opened at this moment and a young girl with purple hair of all colors came in. Isis raised her brow as she had truthfully been enjoying her all male class but the girl would just have to be uncomfortable because her teaching style was not going to change. No the girl would not get the same treatment yet she would get some treatment. Not expecting a girl she would have to tweak her spell for later to include the girl as well.

"Punctuality is key." Isis said in her cool and seductive tone. "Welcome to our class please take a seat. We already read page 66, so please catch up."

She turned and upon turning she saw a man. Yes where the class was filled with boys this was a true man. She smiled for some reason. The way he held himself outside the others the way he was regal and strong. An aire that surrounded him that made her want to test his resolve. Yet, she had already picked her pet for this class she just hadn't tortured him again yet. She walked over to the man and ran her hand from his shoulder to his hand gently as she passed him by saying nothing.. no for this one she would think a moment before she made an action.

Ahh her pet. The white hair that represented his last name so perfectly. She walked over to him as he raised his hand and she smiled. Such the student. Even going as far as to raise his hand. His answer given after she nodded her approval was precious. This boy was heartbreaking. Just his complete shy innocence made her want to see emotions cross that pale face. She enjoyed his answer. Yes, this was the boy from D13 she wondered silently just how obediant he really was. She sat down in his lap and smiled at him as she ran her hands through his gorgeous hair. White hair was truly exotic and she had two students in her class with it today. She kissed his lips gently letting her tongue come out and lick his lower lip gently before pulling back. She winked at him.

"Devoted aren't we." she said with a smirk. "Admirable."

Again she rose but this time she walked back to the front of the classroom. There was Winklewood on the desk in front of the room. She smirked. She sat in the nook between his arm and his side as the way he was laid out on her desk enabled her to sit there. She picked up the book once more and looked around the room. Several of her students didn't say anything. The boy with wings did just before she spoke and her eyes looked at him for a moment. Her right hand went over to Winklewood and pulled the gag out of his mouth without looking. She let the index finger move along his lower lip as if daring him to say anything because the moment he did the gag would return. She pushed her finger in between his lips and let it move in and out at a slow and very sensual pace, over and over again. She sat her book down she was going to go from her own memory for a moment as she continued the gentle pace with her finger moving in and out of Winklewood's mouth.

"Lets see if the next topic doesn't spark some discussion. Unless I truly acquired such an unresponsive class." she chuckled as she looked around at her students. "Blood Sacrifice. One of the truly dark forms of dark magic. Most associate black magic and blood sacrifice yet it is not always thus is it? For a few minutes we will touch on blood sacrifice and blood magic. It is truly one of the most controversal topics concerning dark magic."

"Blood sacrifice is everywhere in history. It is even in the bible if you really look into it. Most Christians think that the black arts are evil and the work of the devil yet their very own holy book is ripe with such works and temptations of such sacrifices. For example; many of you may be very familiar with the story of Cain and Abel. The two brothers whom both offered sacrifices to God in order to gain favor. One offered fresh vegetables of his own crop. While the other picked his choice lamb of his flock. Both sacrificed these to the Almighty, yet only one was accepted as a true sacrifice. The blood sacrifice. In many cases the sacrifice was indeed a virgin. Because they are pure. Amazing how purity works it's way into such a supposedly dark and evil art. Again there is the story of Abraham. He was asked to sacrifice his own son. His own flesh and blood to show aliance and devotion to the God above. Granted it was only a test yet still a blood sacrifice was asked for even if not followed through." she said with a smile she loved talking about blood sacrificing because ususally not only did it bring conversation, discussion, but also debate.

"Moving on to the ancient Aztecs who too used blood sacrificing some even their own bodies in their lives and religions. Now the Aztecs had several Gods and many of them required blood. So both animal and human sacrifices were necessary to appease such Gods. In fact, in one such ceremony they would chose a victim or as they called it sacrifice and make them lay on a table or altar. They had to lie still as the High Priest of the particular order sliced their beating heart from their body. Again another form would be self mutilization. Yes, they believed that through ultimate pain you could achieve or reach a higher plane of existance and therefore they would be closer to the God of choice. Cutting off their genitals or piercing their tongues with ropes made of thorns was the most popular ways about reaching that higher plane."

"Blood sacrifice is also used for summoning. Blood Summoning is a high art of the Black Magic. It is definatly one of the more shunned forms of black magic yet is the most intriguing to those that really delve deep into the arts. Blood is of course required for this. I believe one of us, Mr. Taltos if I'm correct, has been a blood summoner for some time now. Many times the summoner will use they're own blood to do this or that of an animal. The most common animals being a chicken or a dove and again virgin is best. But the main question here would be why do we use blood to summon? Surely we are all aware that some people summon without a sacrifice of any sort so why blood? Blood is life, it is energy, the life force by which we live. To sacrifice that any part of it attracts the demons that the blood summonings bring. Now besides the blood you will need a summoning circle. Because you will need to contain your summon for the beginning while you give it direction but you will also need a place that will call the summon. A point so that the demon knows where to arrive. The circle also can act as a protection for you the summoner. For you want to make sure it is safe that your pact with your temporary summon or your directions with your bond summon are clear."

Isis stood taking her finger out of Winklewoods mouth. She gently wiped it off on her skirt as she moved behind the desk and waved her hand at the black marble wall behind the desk. In blood red shining visage this was shown..



"This is the Triangle of Solomon and it's summoning set. This is just one example of a circle that you would use. It is important that you pick the right one for the summoning you intend to do. That is why study and concentration are heavy in the dark arts. Anyone practicing dark arts tends to be extremely intelligent and well read as they study so as not to kill themselves by making a stupid mistake. Even drawing the circle can be dangerous if two lines do not meet up perfectly the circle is ineffective so you must make sure that you have everything done perfectly." she explained as she walked back around the front of the desk.

"Now, shall I begin to call on my students and put you on the spot or are you actually going to have opinions without me having to resort to elementary tactics. We are mages here lets all try to act our intelligence." she said as she crossed her arms just under her bust.

[Ethan Yukimaru]

Quietly watching the outside, Ethan was unconcerned for what was going on here. Of course he listened to what she was saying, but yet he could not help but continue to gaze at nature...Watching as life moved all about them. Furthermore, it was a tad odd at how he wore finely crafted robes today, as oppose to the modern look that the children in the class wore. However, he didn't let it get to him as he continued to stare at the outside world. Suddenly he felt a presence coming in toward him, the teacher no doubt. Quietly preparing himself mentally for anything she would throw at the man who was staring outside, all he got was a feeling on his shoulder. With it, the hand she had ran down his arm to his hand, before leaving. While most people would say or do something, all Ethan did was simply turn his eyes, not head, toward her.... being cold and emotionless as usual.

"Harlot" he thought to himself, before turning back to the window...

With that, the class began...and with it her lectures. As he listened to what she said, Ethan slowly began to make subtle little remarks to himself...

"In Cain and Abel" The Weaver began. "It was said that the offering of meat was accepted because Abel had given the thing dearest to him..... When Cain learned that, guess what he then offered, his brother no doubt"

With that, he continued to listen, turning his eyes away from the window as he listened in on what she was saying. It was about time she stopped flaunting around as man dragged their tongues on the ground and get started teaching. Indeed, Blood Sacrifices were a rather interesting subject, but Ethan had made thoughts about it before. To him, blood was the currency of the soul...The Daguerreo-type of Vill. The offering of blood, can be just like the offering of a soul. That is way the more refined the blood is, of that of a virgin, the better the soul is....and as such the demon being summoned or the ritual being cast is better. It was also a myth for a while that Vampires had the ability to take souls, due to their drinking of the blood.

Regardless, with that the woman before him whipped out the key of Solomon. While in his studies Ethan had only studied the Lesser Key of Solomon and only seen the Greater Key, the Triangle of Solomon proves to be quite interesting. With that the woman soon asked the students about blood summoning and blood rituals and all that, leaving the Triangle in the air. What a pity, for he did want to study the device. However, it was about time for him to begin to speak, and with that stood up without being called on...

"To offer your blood to a person or entity" Ethan began, getting out of his chair. "Is perfectly acceptable in my eyes. Why not? Is there a difference between offering your body, blood and soul to an organization such as Religion, Ideal or a Clan of some sort then there is to a Entity from a higher plane? In my eyes, using blood to perform a ritual is basically writing a contract of sorts, the Circle or Seal being the paper and the blood being the ink and bartering piece to which the deal is made upon."

With that Ethan sat down, looking coldly at the students around him, who were a bit younger then him, and luckily there were even a few older as well, before he turned to gaze through the mirror nearby.

[Robert]

Robert sat with unmoving eyes, mind seeming to be on hold for the time. He wasn't becoming comfortable with the teacherss presence per se, but he was getting used to it. It was... usual, now. It was strange to see how quickly he could adapt to things. That was one of the less predominant tests that the lower Arcane academy had done on him. It had only lasted for maybe a week, but a logical and somewhat inconclusive decision had been drawn. His captivity and lack of emotional release had, as it seemed, given him the ability to welcome new things into his environment or surroundings quite easily. His loneliness and well-subdued desire for more than his lifeless existance made Robert almost wish for something new. Something more... real.

His orbs did not even flicker toward the slowly multiplying dramatic positions of the classroom. So many things the whore-teacher did, yet all of them were disconcerning to the life-sucking child. They were all so... insignificant. All so pointless. But, it seemed that to this being of dark intentions they were only all too regular. They seemed to be only bits and pieces of Miss Stone's (or bone's in Winklewood's case) everyday life. It seemed the somewhat devilish succubus of a woman was quite adept and well-practiced in her scientific-like ability to subdue men with their apparent southward brain. He could not yet understand the attraction between the two genders. Sure, he knew how it worked. How regular humans reproduced. But even so, it was beyond him. It seemed... illogical. But then again, chances were he would never understand the connections between two beings. In order to truly understand, one had to experience. Something Robert, in all of his life, could and would never do.

His eyes rotated upward slightly, hearing that, in-fact, teaching was actually to be done in this class. The once again tied-back judgemental side of Robert had to smirk at this, even if it was, of course, non-existant in the physical realm. That part just found it... odd, that actual teaching would be done from this scantaly clad woman. The world was just full of surprises.

He looked upon the marble stone as the picture appeared. Solomon. That word seemed fairly purposeless. However, the word Symbol meant quite bit. Studying upon this had never actually commensed on Robert. However, it had been talked about. The idea was fairly simple. If Robert were to in-fact study symbology for a period of time, and eventually come upon mastery or at least become adept in it, then maybe he would be able to use spells. Through the right scripture and precise drawings, then if he crafted a well enough symbol, he could cast, in theory, any spell one could imagine. But, when the idea to test upon this was asked of the Headmaster, it was deemed quite quickly too risky. If in chance Robert learned how to use these symbols, he could become a major threat to the school, and many casualties as well as unneeded question had the chance to arise. It was just not worth it.

He heard the also obnoxious Isis speak over the class again. Apparently, she was looking for opinions. However, her threat seemed... empty. One could tell she would do it, but really, what kind of punishment was it? Robert was to stand in-front of the class until the session was over, or the teacher just told him to return to his desk. If she killed him, he would be much appreciative of her. If she touched him, she would only be hurting herself. Truly, there was no pain that could be brought to him that even rivaled his captivity. Nothing could seem like hurt to him. The fact that he could never touch or befriend or even know anyone around him. That was the most painful thing.

Robert thought upon the facts once agan. Not the facts of dark magic, or even in the world around him. These were the facts of his existance. The ones that had brought him into class in the first place. He was a student at the academy. He was at least supposed to do what the teachers asked of him, even if he in no way respected their existance. He was to do what he was told, but not ever do anything further. Fair enough.

Swiftly he withdrew his right hand from it's glove, extending only his middle and index finger. How quickly he wrote his words in the air, themselves appearing in a dull yet oddly magnificent blue along the front of the room.

To offer one's blood is his own decision. Whether it is wise or not is judgeable only by those who have suffered and those who have suceeded in such things. For he who is not in-fact able to perform such abilities, the idea is merely disconcerning.

~Robert

After fifteen seconds, the words would fade away, Robert returning his hand to it's respectable glove, aswell as merely to looking upon his blank and somewhat dissapointing desk. All he had to do now was wait and see.

[Gabriel]

Walking slowly down the corridor of the academy a dark figure thought about what he was to do today. It seemed that he had a dark art class that he has recently signed up for. He was actually looking forward to it. And yet there he was being late. It was rather inappropriate in any case not to mention on the first lesson. But a thing was that the circumstances it seemed were not working in his advantage. And to tell the truth he hated when that happened. He simply got lost. This academy was extremely big and yet with all its size there was little pointers to where one could find what he was seeking for. So after asking a few professors and students the one known as Gabriel moved silently through the corridors of the school, his cane hitting the floor once in a while as his cloak fluttered behind him. His dark eyes searched the appropriate room as the random spikes of hair fell on his face that remained expressionless and calm almost all his short life. Step by step he walked looking at many, many doors that this school had. A task of just finding one was rather impossible so it seemed. But since he asked a couple of people before it seemed that he will soon find what he seeks for.

With a couple of more steps Gabriel’s figure suddenly stopped. It was not much of a task since his pace was never fast. After all, he was late already so no point in hurrying. He turned on his heels to the right and looked at the door that looked just like the rest. The number on it was what he looked for. With a cane in his right hand Gabriel moved his gloved left hand up and removed a couple of spikes of his slightly curly dark hair from his cam face. With that done He made a step forward and extended his left hand towards the door. With a simple yet very fast move he opened it and stepped inside the classroom. With a calm expression on his face he looked around only his eyes moving. The first thought that crossed his mind was that he might have made a mistake by getting the wrong door, the second was that he made a mistake by writing the name on that list. People in the classroom looked rather random to say the least. And the teacher was…. Gabriel arched an eyebrow while looking at her but no other sign of reaction came to his face.

“It seems that I am late.” He said simply with no visible tone or emotion. Only then he realized that he probably came in the middle of a discussion of sorts. So not wanting to interfere he bowed his head slightly in the general direction of the teacher and moved towards the end of the classroom where the empty seat awaited him. A very good thing since he had no interest whatsoever in sitting with anyone. Once he got there without forgetting his main goal here to learn he sat and began listening to what was being said. His cane placed near him Gabriel scanned the picture in front of the classroom and the book in front of him waiting for teacher to acknowledge his presence and give him instructions. ‘Let us see is this class worth my time…’ He thought and let a couple of spikes of hair fall on his face making the left side of it barely visible.

[Xavier]

Xavier tore through the halls as fast as he could, was in his wolf form as it had proven faster and more agile than his human body. Even Birazcir was having trouble keeping up with him. Both their claws clacked loudly and rythmically against the floor of the hallway as the two wolves hurried for class. Birazcir sighed inwardly, he had tried to wake Xavier up on time, but of course his master would have none of it. In fact he had completely forgotten that he had class today. It was Birazcir who had convinced him to take the Dark Arts class. As a Druid, Xavier was to be in tune with nature, and nature was constantly at a balance between good and evil, black white, darkness and light. Xavier too need to be in balance as nature was if he was to going to be a proper Druid. Birazcir considered himself lucky that the bonding ritual had given him such knowledge because if not Xavier would be very far behind in his training.

"C'mon....Biz...we're gonna...be...late," Xavier said, huffing a little as he picked up his pace even more. In fact he was moving so fast he couldn't stop once he reached the door. His nails scraped loudly against the floor as he tried to stop, but it was to no avail. He slammed into the door, flinging it open loudly as he tumbled down the steps. Birazcir reached the door, sighing annoyedly as he trotted down the steps to sit beside his master.

Xavier untangled himself from the heap he was currently in and proceeded to reverse his transformation. Once he returned to human form, he stood grinning sheepishly, "Sorry about that...I was in a bit of a hurry being late and all," he said as he started back up the steps and took a seat near the back. Birazcir trotted faithfully at his side.

"Well if you would have woke up when I told you to, you wouldn't be in this mess, Xavier," Birazcir said with a stern tone as he sat down beside his master's seat. Xavier only shook his head with an exasperated grin.

"Sometimes you're more like a dad than you are an animal companion Biz," he said with a grin as he scratched the wolf behind the ears.

[Darian Dumonte]

Darian was still slightly thunderstuck by this whole ordeal this woman this woman was something that was probably going to cause some interesting hell. Hell just period. There was no other description to the amount of mayhem she could probably cause given the right incentive. Again she moved in an almost hypnotic way as she went around and began working on the class again the movements causing him to twitch ever so slightly. This woman was something that was not to be underestimated that much was certain and Darian almost wanted to pity Winklewood. Almost. Not quite. Darian instead just snorted at Winklewood's rather interesting predicament the pervert being chained up at the moment. That was a relief.

Good thing it's not me.

I don't think you'd complain...

You're not helping.

Darian watched her move around the class and turned his attention to the door when a student walked who had handed the professor a note. Great another student this class was getting larger more importantly why couldn't people just come to the class on time and be done with it. He watched the girl take a seat and he turned his attention to the door again as two students entered the room. What was this everyone be late day? He certainly didn't recall the signup sheet being so large and it was kind of annoying. He gave a small sigh for a moment as he turned his attention back to listening to her lecture. And it was indeed quite a detailed lecture. Darian listened intently as he watched her move about the class giving explanation and seduction in equal doses.

Not what I expected...

Darian gave a small blink when he watched her start tormenting Winklewood even more. Man Winklewood must be going nuts from where he was Darian knew that he would in that kind of situation. Then she started talking about blood sacrafice in a calm manner like she did it every day. In a way Darian slightly worried about her almost casual tone about the whole thing. Like it didn't bother her one bit and she was talking about the weather or anything else for that matter. He just gave a small shiver at her calm manner the way she talked about all of this. IT was kind of creepy to say the least. He gave a rueful chuckle as he leaned back in his seat and turned his attention to the symbol she had called up. The Triangle of Solomon. Darian had come across it before in his Grandfather's library.

"Well..."

Darian turned his attention to the front again as he paused for a moment and just closed his eyes before speaking loud enough for her to hear.

"The pursuit of power is done through any means necessary according to many. So blood sacrafice given the amount of energy so focused in such a...profane...ritual is often very powerful and can drive too many discoveries. While it has become more secret then it was in past ages one must realize that they have accepted the price for power. The price being in this gaze a powerful component. Even a small drop of blood can be used to substitute for material components and sometimes amplify a spell."

He did however, make a mental note to ask the professor later for time to copy it down.

[Fukushuu no Mumei]

~Ms. Stone's response was quite the one he had thought he would obtain, but it wasn't the real reason. Anyone who would teach such an art of controversy would have a reason why they would teach it based on who it was, not what the art consisted of. Tenshu could see that, but Ms. Stone tried to hide it in her seduction of male students. A female student would be able to break the pattern, as well as Tenshu, but he would be quiet... for now. He sat at his desk as Ms. Stone, who no doubt was sexy, walked to Tenshu and sat on his lap, their eyes meeting. She began removing his mask and letting his hair down. His face was normal, the mask hid nothing physical. The mask did not cover any area below his nose, anyway. Most students would feel different about revealing something like their face, or that someone was letting their hair down. Tenshu felt the same. Tenshu only made a half smile.

She did something that Tenshu had not had in over 1,000 years. She kissed him. Though it was only a pass made at him, just like the other students, he felt intrigued. Tenshu kissed her back, closing his eyes only for that second. Her lips were poison. Kyoden's armor clanked slightly in a region below the waist. She requested he didn't wear the mask, 'for now.' The mask was power, that was all. He would comply. "Yes, 'for now...'" Tenshu said, leaving the mask in the empty desk in front of him. He assumed he may need it for this class period, but not now. He listened to Ms. Stone tell religious tales involving Tenshu's magic; blood magic. Stories even before Tenshu's time, but ones he knew quite well. She also spoke of the Aztecs, a short stop on Tenshu's journey. The Aztecs had not worshipped a false god, but one that resembled Tenshu oh too much. Tenshu quirked another half smile, just barely. His facial expression settled when Ms. Stone asked for volunteer expertise. Tenshu simply turned his gaze to Ms. Stone as he took his mask and held it beside his face. He gave a questioning look asking "May I?" with another half smile.~

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