Winston Academy 2

13. A 𝔑ightmare

[13. A 𝔑nightmare]

Lucy, tho her life was just as tragic as Lupine's, his may have ended in death but her's may not. But that's if she can make the right choices and turn her tragedy into actuality.

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"Lucy." The figure summoned. His voice an echo in the dark. A voice with a deep tone but held a very old accent.

You could tell the age of the man by his tone, and yet the only time Lucy had heard him speak in such a tone was in this very moment.

This dark man, this figure hidden in darkness. Her lord, her king, her savior, and master, stood before her but there was a sort of different aura about him.

But those weren't the only things that were different about him. His mask which used to stay firmly planted on his face, was no longer there. And behind the mask of constant death, deception, and lies, stood the face of a youthful strong-willed man. His face charming, his chin-line strong, his dark gaze that still promised death, stood strong and strong-willed.

His tall figure showed that he was willing to burn the world for his goal.
This all surprised Lucy considerably, she had never seen her master's face much less a sense of emotion in his body language.

And yet this subtle change sort of drew Lucy in. But she couldn't fall for it, it was just another scheme in her master's plan of deceiving sum and a sentence of death to many. But whoever he was planning to strike next, Lucy mentally prayed for them.

"Yes, master?" Lucy replied, her gaze firmly turning towards the ground as her master's gaze turned towards her figure. The room was dark, the curtains drawn back slightly to let in a little hidden moonlight.

The wind blew in with a calming touch, the window happened to be open slightly. The figure had opened it a few moments prior to Lucy coming into the dark room.

The man, his gaze heavy and dark, his eyes black with a darkness that the mask he had been wearing all these years had hidden. The gaze felt as if weights had been placed on Lucy's shoulders, her body tensing in fear and anticipation.

"I have forgiven your transgressions the first time when you helped Lupine Burnhart escape." The man said, his dark gaze remained on Lucy's figure. A small smirk formed on his face as he watched Lucy tense under his pressuring gaze. "And even though I did manage to get blood from that brat, it wasn't enough. I need more but unfortunately, he is now dead. So this leads me to my next plan of action. You are to help me find his mother. She is one of the original witches, who created the key 1,000 years ago."

"But, master if I may?"

"You may." The man replied, his gaze ever remaining on Lucy's bowing form.

"If Lupine's blood was the key, wouldn't you need his blood to make another key?"

"No." The man replied simply, turning his gaze towards the open window.
"His blood wasn't used to make the original key. But she did break the key up into pieces, merging them into her son's very being. But the original key, his mother had used a sort of ingredients. Ingredients that are hard to find nowadays, but I have already gathered them. And you are to help me find her. Using her power and knowledge of the key, I'll be able to make another key and finish what I've been planning for the past 536 years."

"And Lucy, I'm warning you." The figure's voice echoed with a ghostly tone, his voice echoing off the marble walls and all throughout the room. "If you dare misbehave again, not only will I kill you, but also the rest of your entire family."