Greed - The First Sin

Chapter One- Aethereal

          Magic, the staple of society. Having destroyed every social normality, this was a curse. The power brought out the insatiable hunger deep inside of everyone, crimes skyrocketing around the world. However, special task forces were created in the form of police departments, military, and even medical uses of earth and water. Everyone has a shred of magic, an affinity, even if it's not obvious or powerful. Generations ago, it suddenly came to form, everyone having an affinity.

          Diego had an affinity with air, the least common nowadays due to its lack of utility purposes. Affinities are hereditary to a fault, but sometimes there are cases where a child has an affinity neither of the parents had. There can also be cases where someone's affinity does not act the same way it may with others, and this is called a mutation.

          Mutations can be extremely powerful at times. All the greatest magicians in the world had mutations, after all. But the power can also just not work at all, hence why all those magicians are dead now. Diego's air was... Finicky.

          Cold and Gassy. He laughed at this remark, people looking at him oddly. He was a high schooler, more specifically a senior. Often regarded as a cool kid, everyone admitted he was a nice guy, although everyone did admit he was odd at times. He was the first of his kind to be popular. Nerdy, didn't have two rich parents, and he didn't hang with the cool kids. 

          But everyone agreed overall that he was a cool guy, which is why the cool kids hung out with him a lot. He didn't care, he just liked the attention, the girls feeding him his pudding with a spoon. How he missed that. He's gonna have to break another hand one day just to have another week of being fed.

          He walked to his locker, opening the large metal door to it. This school had peculiarly big lockers, able to fit people in them. He should know first hand, he was stuffed a couple of times in his junior year and prior. He fiddled around with the books inside, not knowing which one to read first. 

          He settled on one written by the famous dark magician. Everyone knew he wasn't actually a dark magician, those don't exist, but he puts on good shows and he knows a hell of a lot about magic. 

          He slid the shoulder strap of his backpack down his arm, grabbing it and tossing it into his locker. The door closed with some resistance, and he locked it before walking away.  People of all assortments crowding the hallways; goths, punks, nerds, jocks, just to name a few. 

          His school had a feel of homeliness to it that attracted everyone in the small town. This school was widely known for its revolutionary curriculum, written by the dark magician himself, the vice principal. They had a very cool vice principal.

          The sound of the bell resonated through the air, signaling homeroom. Diego opened the door to his homeroom, five minutes early. He took a few steps toward his chair before noticing a girl sitting in it. He had never seen her before, was she new? Shrugging it off, he walked to another chair in the back that was usually empty. No use crying over spilled milk.

          He grabbed his pencil from his backpack, doodling on a piece of paper left on the desk. The teacher started blabbing through an essay that took eons to write before they stopped. The class fell into silence and he glanced upward, noticing everyone's eyes on him. He did the most reasonable thing, putting his eraser to his lip and humming a soft tone; mimicking thinking, which he indeed was, but not for an answer. For the question. 

          He racked his mind, trying to piece together what was background noise while he was sketching, but it couldn't sound right, like an out-of-tune radio. His smile faded as he looked upward, the teacher staring at him.