Bewitching the Demon ✓ (GxG)

Prologue

Dark, heavy clouds resided over Haynes Academy—-a storm was brewing.

     Iris Haynes made her way down the twisted corridors made of corroding stone, watching her pupils as they passed by.

    Each student seemed to bow to her as she passed as if they were afraid of what might happen if they didn't do so—-as if they were afraid there would be major repercussions… Lethal repercussions.

     A young boy was heading down the hallway; he was about seven years in age. He continued to make his way down the dimly lit corridor as if there was some place he so desperately needed to be.

    The young boy didn't notice the slightly uprooted stone just ahead of him—-he tripped, smacking right into Iris.

     "S-Sorry!" He immediately stammered as he tried to pick up the books and papers he had dropped. The terrified look on his face was dimly lit up by the nearby torches on the cold, stone walls.

     Crap! Crap! Crap!, the young boy began to think. I'm such an idiot! He gulped as he reached for the last book.

      As the young boy's fingers hooked onto the edge of the book, Iris planted a boot upon it, stepping down, full-force.

       The boy froze, stiff as a statue, with pure terror. He swallowed once more as he slowly began to look up at the Headmistress.

      There Iris stood in all of her terrifying glory—-long dark hair and burning orange embers for eyes. Despite her being quite a few centuries old, she looked no more than twenty-two. "What's your name, boy?"

     "I-Igor, ma'am," the young boy once again stammered. Igor had never truly ever felt this terrified ever in his life. What have I done?, Igor began to think to himself. Dammit! I'm so stupid! I'm gonna die! This is it! I'm gonna die the most gruesome death in history.

    Igor moved his hand back from the book, slowly and cautiously. His fingers slowly tugged on the thigh portion of his pants, fidgeting nervously with them. "I'm sorry," the little boy repeated once more to Iris. "I really am, ma'am." He exhaled. "I should've been more careful."

     "Yes, you should've," Iris began to say, sounding annoyed with the little boy. "Tell me, Igor, what ever was so important you had to speed through my halls? Hm?" Iris's tone was so cold, just hearing it could make anyone freeze right in their tracks.

    Igor's shoulders tensed up a little at that. "I uh…" He began to explain. "My dog, Milo… He's sick." He sniffled a little. "I just wanted to go see him… Because I found out his condition was only getting worse…" Igor's sad tone slowly drifted off to nothing at the end of the sentence.

     "And what kind of dog is Milo?" Castella wanted to feel pity for Igor and his dog… But Iris didn't.

      "A husky," Igor whispered softly, no longer being able to meet Iris's burning gaze as he continued to fidgeting with his clothes.

       Iris laughed a little. "I hope your dog passes."

      Igor's gaze shot upward with shock at his headmistress saying such a thing. He scrambled to his feet. "No, no. Miss Haynes… You don't understand… Milo is my world," the little boy began to explain. His breathing rate increased ever so slightly as he began become just a little bit more panicked after Iris's comment. "H-He's my only friend."

      Iris raised a dark eyebrow at the little boy's comment. "He's your only friend?"

      Igor nodded quickly. "Yep." His voice still seemed worried as did his demeanor.