Viviana
It's the start of the new year, and I'm already hating it. Sitting in my room, I stare up at the ceiling. The new school year doesn't technically start til next week. It was supposed to start tomorrow, but there were complications last year that have led to this year. I blame everything on the mixed-blood student. Let me be clear, since there are tons of witches in this school with mixed blood. The student I'm talking about is Zilla Norman, who's a Red Witch and Black Witch. Her magic deals in both blood and death. She was the prophesied witch, lucky bitch. But then again, she isn't as lucky as everyone would like to pretend her to be. Everyone wants to be part of a prophecy until they have to deal with the consequences that come with a prophecy.
I, on the other hand, am less than a side character in her story. Which I know will be written in the future if it isn't already written. A knock sounds on my door, and I already know who it is. "Come in!" I sit up on my bed and turn my body to face the door.
A tall woman enters my room. I'm not surprised. It's Seraphine, she lives on the other side of the dorm, directly across from me. She's a vampyre, a princess to be exact, but she doesn't want anyone to know. The only reason why I know is because me and her practically grew up together. We're best friends, as the humans would say. But she is gorgeous with her sharp, feminine features, long blonde — almost white — hair, and a body that could make women want her. Long legs to fit her 5'5" stature, violet eyes that could put anyone in a chokehold, breasts I want to shove my face in, and she always carries an air of confidence everywhere she goes. I've always been jealous of her fit figure; my curves aren't as defined as hers. Mine are soft; my breasts are almost nonexistent. And while she has that beautiful pale skin, mine looks like honey has stained my skin.
"Are you going to be spending all day in here?" She asks as she tucks her shimmery silver dress under her thighs as she sits down next to me.
"Maybe," I lay back on the bed, "I haven't given it much thought."
"Evidently." She says with a chuckle. She lays down with me. "There's a party happening tonight— well, in an hour for the new professors coming this year."
That piques my interest. I didn't know we were getting new professors this year. I guess it makes sense why they would hire new staff. Last year, quite a few people went missing, including students and staff.
"Oh? Tell me more." I say.
Seraphine is the best person to get information from. She knows everything about everyone. She knows about things that haven't been told yet. Sometimes I think she travels through time to get her information. Time travel doesn't exist, I know that, but it's a fun thought to have.
She chuckles, her fangs showing a little. "I don't know all the details." I doubt that. "But I do know they hired high-ranking demons."
I cock a dark eyebrow. "High-ranking demons?" I turn on my side to face her. "Like what type of high-ranking demons?"
"I'm talking about the archdemons. Like the kings of the seven levels of Hell, high-ranking demons." She turns on her side to face me. A bright smile across her red-tinted lips.
And she knows exactly which archdemons are coming here. I want to know too. Witches first got their power from the deals they made with each demon of the seven rings of Hell. I'm a Red and Orange Witch. My magic focuses primarily on blood, sex, fire, and curses. Though, in truth, I'm not too good with my sex or curse magic. So, I just use my blood and fire magic. I'm actually quite good with my sex magic, but I would rather burn at the stake than use it and fuel Asmodeus. But I'm not delusional enough to think that I'm the only one who can fuel him. I know the other Red Witches could make up for my lack of use. I just hate Asmodeus and would rather watch him suffer than keep him in power.
"Well, don't go quiet on me," I say. "Who are the demons?" I playfully shove her arm.
We chuckle, then she says, "Asmodeus and Lucifer."
I pause. Asmodeus. It had to be fucking Asmodeus of all archdemons. I groan. Asmodeus is the archdemon to whom my ancestors sold their souls to become a Red Witch. Seduction and blood. I would've settled for any other archdemon. Hell, Satanus would've been just fine. I let out a sigh. They say don't meet your heroes, well, I don't even want to meet the demon I call my enemy.
"Oh?" Seraphine snaps me out of my thoughts. "What's with that reaction? I thought you would be excited to have at least Asmodeus in close range to you. Wouldn't that make your magic stronger?"
For a vampyre with a lot of gossip knowledge, she doesn't know much about how witches work. Though I don't blame her, we don't share the same classes. She has completely different classes from me.
"No, Seraphine, that isn't how that works." I slide off the bed, letting my knees hit the floor before I decide to stand up. "If anything, I should be praying that I don't have any class with him. He is one of the only two beings who can take my magic from me. And that is something I would rather die than live without."
"One of two?" She tilts her head to the left as I walk to the other side of my room. "Why isn't he just the one?"
I open my walk-in closet. I might not want to meet Asmodeus, but I can't deny that I'm curious to meet the demon. "Because I am both a Red Witch and an Orange Witch. Red is Asmodeus' power, blood and sex. While Orange is Satanus' power, fire and curses. And while Asmodeus can take back the power he gave to my ancestors, he cannot take back what Satanus had given my ancestors."
I can practically feel Seraphine nodding along. That's one thing I favor about her: she listens to everything I tell her. Not a lot of people listen to me; they just assume whenever they have to listen to me, is when it's about sex. I'm kind of getting tired of it, truly.
I walk deeper into the closet. "So, it's a bad thing that Lucifer and Asmodeus are here?" Her voice being directly behind me would've surprised me if I hadn't grown used to her silent footsteps.
"Not necessarily," I respond as I begin my search for my outfit for tonight. "Some Witches might find it exciting to meet demons they call their heroes. I, for one, do not find it exciting at all. Plus, I thought they were trapped in Hell, not walking amongst humans."
"The Sleeper wasn't the only thing Zilla had set free that night," Seraphine says as I hear her shuffling my clothes. We share clothes from time to time, but she's wearing a beautiful silver dress, so I'm not too sure why she's searching my closet for clothes. "It's kind of funny. The Sleeper wasn't just trapped beneath the school; he was trapped between this realm and Hell. Because of that, Zilla had to open a gateway from this realm to Hell in order to make sure he could make it through. I guess, Lucifer and Asmodeus took the opportunity and slipped in as well."
"Yeah, but that begs the question." I pull a shirt off a hanger. "Why would they come here instead of anywhere else in the world?"
She laughs at my question. "That's easy to answer. It's because of the wards." When I turn to look at my friend, she's holding a hanger with a dress I forgot I owned. "They allow students from the outside to enter, but no students can leave the town until they graduate. Teachers aren't allowed to leave academy grounds unless to go into town. You know, for a Witch that has lived here all her life, you don't know much about the academy." She takes the shirt out of my hands and tosses it on the floor of my closet, then she grabs my arm and drags me out.
I let her drag me out of the closet. "I'm sorry that I didn't care to pay attention to history or the handbook."
"That part was obvious," Seraphine says, "anyway, go take a shower. I'll grab some makeup and other accessories so we can finish getting dressed in here."
I nod my head as I do as I am told. I don't bring the dress into the shower with me; we've seen each other naked enough times to be comfortable like that around each other. I walk into my attached bathroom and don't even bother to close the door. Taking off the little clothing I have on, I turn on the shower and wait the two seconds it takes for the shower to warm. As I'm stepping into the shower, I hear someone else enter my room.
"Arin?" I hear Seraphine's voice faintly over the sound of the shower.
I stand in the water for a minute, letting the warm water wash over me. Arin is my other friend. He's an elf, despite what humans think; elves are quite tall. Though Arin is a little short for an elf, being 6 feet exactly. He isn't someone people would think would be friends with Seraphine and me, but he fits in this friend group perfectly. Two prodigies and me.
I smile as I tilt my head back. I take a semi-quick shower. Washing my hair, deep scrubbing my body, and standing in the warmth of the water for an extra, unnecessary ten minutes. Then I'm getting out, wrapping my hair and body in a towel.
Walking out of the bathroom, I'm met with a 6-foot elf and a 5'5" vampyre arguing with each other. They both have their backs straight, chins tilted up, and carry an aristocratic air around them. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if they started dating. Arin snaps his teal eyes toward me, and a small smile appears on his pale lips. Well, as much of a smile I'm going to get with him.
"Viviana," he always says my full name instead of the nickname Seraphine calls me. "Tell this ignorant vampyre that you are going to make people fuck tonight."
I pause my walk to my bed. What the fuck? I stare at Arin. He's wearing a perfectly tailored suit, a deep blue high-collar tunic, slim black trousers with shiny black leather boots, as if we're back in the 1500s. His short, dark green hair is slicked back into a perfect style that makes him look older than he is. But he still looks good. Infuriatingly good.
"And can you tell this infuriating elf that that's not how your powers work?" Seraphine chimes in, stepping closer to me.
I'm next to my bed, in nothing but a towel, trying to get dressed for a party that I'm still not a hundred percent sure I even want to go. "Or I can just tell you both that isn't going to happen and Sera is half right." Because that is and isn't how my magic works. But I don't feel like getting into that. Especially not with that side of my magic.
I grab onto the edge of my towel, and Arin immediately turns his back to me. "I'm just saying," Arin says as I drop my towel, "what's the point of being a Red Witch if you aren't going to make people fuck?"
Seraphine and I let out a scoff. Arin annoyingly knows a lot more about witches than Seraphine, and yet, he still acts like he knows shit. I walk over to my gothic-style vanity and sit down on the cushioned stool. "You know that's only half my magic, right?" It's a rhetorical question. I know he knows.
"Technically, it's one-fourth of your magic." Arin corrects as I watch him look at me through our reflections.
Seraphine throws a thong at me after I'm done lotioning my body. "Why are you so obsessed with my magic anyway?" I ask as I slip on the black thong.
I grab the crimson dress off the bed. Of course, Seraphine would pick out the most revealing dress I own. Honestly, I didn't even know I owned this dress. I slip it on while Arin explains why he's so obsessed with my magic.
"Because it doesn't make any logical sense." He starts explaining as he walks over to my bed. "Witches' magic is all about balance, just like every other magic. When a witch takes from their magic, it requires an equal amount of an offering in return. AKA your blood. But what doesn't make sense to me is that all magic follows a sense of logic. Sex magic, though? Where is the sense of that? And how do you fuel the balance of it?"
Okay, he has a good point. "Sex magic isn't about sex, and more like seduction. Desire." I explain as I stand in front of the mirror. "And technically it isn't called sex magic, I've just been calling it that since most Red Witches use that part of our magic to encourage people to have sex."
"Still doesn't make sense," Arin says as he walks behind me, lifting my damp hair as I fix the only sleeve on my dress.
"Not everything has to make sense, Arin," Seraphine says as she comes on my left. She wraps a red silk necklace around my neck. It hugs my neck tightly below the small lump, but it doesn't choke me. "Sometimes, it just is."
I stare at myself in the mirror with my two best friends by my sides. I'm 5 feet exactly; the two of them look like giants compared to me. But we also look like we're from noble families. And two of the three of us are. Seraphine looks elegant in her sleeveless, long, silver dress. There is a slit that runs up the middle of her dress, only stopping just before it becomes inappropriate even for adults. Her silver hair is tied up in an elegant bun with some loose strands to give off the faux look of a messy bun. Her lips are red, cheeks rosy despite the lack of blood running through her veins, and dark eyeshadow that makes her violet eyes more piercing.
My eyes travel up and down my body. I wear a one-shoulder mini dress. Its crimson color complements my honey skin. But it barely covers my round ass, it hugs all my curves, and there's only one full sleeve on the damned thing. The collar of the dress dips far too low than I'm comfortable with, and my hair is only long enough to reach past my shoulders in their tight curls.
"Whatever," Arin says as he takes his perverted eyes off my breasts. "Let's just go. The party is starting already." He's the first to walk away.
"Hold on," Seraphine says as she walks over to the vanity where she placed her makeup. Seraphine and I don't share the same shades of makeup, but she knows exactly how simplistic I like my makeup. That's why she only puts mascara and lipgloss on me. "Okay, now we can go." She puts on her four-inch black lace stilettos and hands me a pair of black kitten heel wedges. I quickly put them on, and we all leave.