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The Devil's Sympathy

Synopsis:
Instead of sending his minion to replace Avalon, Darkar disguises himself as a new teacher called Draven and finds out the consequences of his destruction of Domino while looking for the Codex.

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The Prince of Darkness, the Phoenix himself. A merciless killer in an everlasting quest to find each piece of the Codex, to wield them in his copper talons, rusting with blood and iron. While his minions, three powerful fairies, exiled from their school for being rotten to their core, search for the other three pieces, Lord Darkar decided to dawn the guise of a newly hired teacher to find the last piece in the most prestigious and only fairy school: Alfea. Instead of looking like a rotting bony cinder figure in crimson armor, he was a middle aged man, gray strands painted on his black hair, tired and jaded but elegant and dressed in a pinstripe shirt and scarlet bootcut pants. A simple attire to make up for various magical tattoos covering his neck and arms. He looked normal, well, the one thing hinting to his myth were gloves with familiar red claws, but most fae were too naive to pay attention to trivial things.

Currently he resides in his newly acquired office, the naive keeper of the Dragon Flame there as well, sitting on a chair. He knew it was her, it was reflected into her blazing hair and fiery determination to know what happened to Domino. "So, Professor Draven, you said you could help me."
"Ah yes, your salvation. Fear not, I have just the thing you need." Darkar, I mean Professor Draven, replies as he rummages through some objects in his desk's drawer.
"You talk differently from the other teachers." Bloom remarks as she tilts her head.
"Perhaps it's cultureshock." Draven quickly makes up. He pulls out an elaborate device which intrigues Bloom. As he switches a few switches on and adjusts a knob, two holograms of royal figures flicker. Bloom squints her eyes as they start to appear more clearly. She wasn't sure who they were, but she had an idea of where the majesties came from. It made her feel scared and excited, but also melancholic.

"Are...are those my birth parents?"

Draven felt an uneasy feeling, but shrugged it off; the Prince of Darkness is meant to be cold as winter hail, merciless as death itself. He clears up his throat as he strokes his beard. "That is right. Oritel and Marion." Draven replies. "They were the rulers of Domino and their daughter was a nymph named Daphne, who guarded the Dragon Flame. Of course, now Domino is a desolated iceland with no trace of life."

"Oh wow..." Bloom says before hanging her head low and clutching her knees.
"What's wrong dear?" Draven asks
"Oh nothing. It's just..." Bloom takes a deep breath. "It's been a while since I knew what happened to Domino, and my sister's sacrifice."
"Your sister?!"

"Yeah," Bloom replies, "she guided me to find the truth about myself and why I was so, well, strange. I thought it would help to learn the truth, but now I can't even say I'm from a place that doesn't exist anymore. I don't even know if I'm really the princess of Domino because I've never experienced any of it. I don't know what it's like, or what it'll ever be like...I don't even know if I can call myself a princess."

"...hmm..." Draven thinks for a bit. "Well, what happened cannot be changed so easily. You have found your answer which is a requiem, a distant memory."
"What are you saying, Professor Draven?"
"Think of it as, well, losing something close to you. I know I have. You cannot bring them back and live in the past. All you can do is accept how things are and...move on."
"I see. Thanks, Professor." Bloom smiles. She gets up from her seat and makes her way to the door, it creaks and closes as she leaves.

Darkar laid back into his professor's chair and stared up at  the ceiling. The Codex. That was his one and only goal, his hunger for it growing as the years went by, going so far as to rip and tear a kingdom into ashes, burying the bloodbath in a blizzard, robbing people of their lives and castles of their king and queen. And for what? For that hunger to grow more: that hunk of glass and diamond wasn't even there. What did he do? He robbed a young girl of her destiny. And now she just talked to him about her birth parents. As the Prince of Darkness, he's supposed to feel little to no remorse. But part of something pecked through. Doubt. Melancholy. Remorse.

"...All you can do is accept how things are..." his voice echoes through the empty room, the only one listening being himself.

"...and move on..."