Hell's Inner Circle Vol 1

Section 1

Prologue

Let's start by addressing the weird rumors of the Origin Club.

Yes! They are an official club recognized by the school and thus are entitled to the benefits thereof.

Yes! They are selective about the students that they allow into the club. Their membership is driven by a selection committee headed by the club president. Anyone can apply for membership but they still need to pass their selection process.

No! They are not a cult. The amount of times this accusation has come up is ridiculous. It's not even a group of like-minded individuals. It's just a bunch of students hanging out after school with some weird tastes of their own. Their secrecy is just how they operate.

Yes! They have the member count to be an official club. They have their Club President Marie Stellete; Junior. Beside her as their VP is Markus Black; Senior, then their Treasurer Katherine Peridot; Senior. There's one more but I can't remember them all. These four make up the entire club and their selection committee.

Finally! No! I don't know what the secret to joining is and stop asking! Good Lord... The amount of students who bother me about this is ridiculous. If you want to be in the weird group you should ask Horris Teleparte. There seems to be a weird rivalry between them.

Part 1

Before this student, sat at the most intimidating table of people he had ever met. Dead center with unwavering eye contact was their president. She fit the proper definition of a "Madam" if there ever was one. She would always stick out of the crowd. She sat properly with her legs together off center and leaning because of their length. Her black skirt is just above the knee to meet school regulations. Her attire matched her professionalism. A white dress shirt underneath a black open suit jacket. Her sharp attire was only matched by the heels she wore.

Nothing about her attire was unusual for her everyday wear. There was no uniform at this school. She just chose to look professional. But her clothing was rarely what turned heads. To say she had an icy stare would be correct. Her eyes were that of a glacier in the sunlight. A sharp, light blue that glowed. Her hair only added to her icy demeanor. A snow white that in the normal light shimmered that same glacial blue. With a face that was soft to look at and skin to match, she was a goddess among the mortals. There wasn't anyone in the school who didn't know the name of Marie Stellete.

To her left was quite the stark contrast. He showed his position of power by leaning backward in his chair while spinning his pen in his fingers. He wore black tennis shoes that matched the aer of his dark blue jeans. His red dress shirt was the most formal thing about him but the sleeves rolled up to his elbows showed he was more laid back, yet still meant business. If the woman sitting next to him was the queen of this place, then he was the duke.

He always kept his black hair neat and together. Slicked down and out of his face but long enough that it tapped the back of his neck just above the collar of his shirt. His brown eyes were almost as sharp as the woman's eyes next to him. They could almost stare into your soul and show you a burning rage. His skin showed his ancestral descent from Africa but to him, it didn't matter much. He showed the world that he was a name to be reckoned with. Markus Black was no one you would want to cross.

Further down the table sat a woman who exuded smarts. Her glasses sat on her head while she looked down at the paper that the student submitted. She was the easiest to read at this table. She just didn't care. Her foot tapped on the floor with a nervous tick. Or maybe she had somewhere else she would rather be and was waiting for the chance to leave.