Unholy Mary

God Knows All

It isn't difficult to find the Coven. Although my french is terrible  I know my way around here. Our French allies  don't live underground like we do, but reside in a private boarding school.  The headmistress is Fleur, the only child of Lucifer in that coven, and we've grown to be good friends over the years. Fleur is very persuasive, it's a part of her gift, although she never fully explained what her gift was. She recruits mostly orphans for her "Elite boarding school". When i asked her why she answered. "Orphans are the outcasts, they have no families that could ask questions and they're young. They fit perfectly in the image of a private boarding school." Fleur grew up an orphan herself, until the previous headmaster, Mister Reaubuchaux took her in. Ever since mister reaubuchaux' passing she has taken over the job as headmistress, and to be honest, the school has never been better.

The good thing about Fleur is that she does not force any child into believing or staying in her school.
Most children voluntarily stay because she's good for them, and she genuinly cares about them.. To repay all her kindness they remain faithful and loyal to her. Over the years she has gathered many friends and allies.  Most of our human assistants come from her school. Without her help my siblings and I wouldn't have lived to see this day.

I stand before the Reaubuchaux mansion. A beautiful white building with massive white pillars, surrounded by bushes and plants. The premises are surrounded by a peaked black fence to keep intruders out. I walk to the gate and notice a plaque : "Reaubuchaux  Academy  Headmistress Fleu.. " The rest of the plaque is covered by graffiti. I frown. That shouldn't be there. The school is highly respected and always maintained by gardeners and housekeepers.  I try to open the gate, but notice it has been locked down with a padlock. I glare through the bars of the black gate and notice that the beautiful white building has been vandalised and terrorised with red graffiti. I can read things such as : "God sees all" or "Burn in hell". I start to get worried. Something terrible must have happened here. Why would someone do this to Fleur? She has never harmed anyone. All she ever did was take in the poor rejected children and the outcasts of Paris. I look around, no one to be seen. I focus on the lock and with a quick  yank of my hand i force it to open. Telekinesis has it perks. I open the gate and walk towards the door. unlocked.

Saying the inside is a mess is an understatement. Great marble statues are reduced to grit. The beautiful  grand piano Fleur used to play on has been ruined. The walls are ravaged with graffiti and the beautiful wallpaper has been torn off the walls. There's papers scattered everywhere, dressers and drawers lie torn apart on the floor. It looks like a herd of panicking elephants have passed through. 

I step over a ravaged painting of the previous headmister that once adorned the great hall. Just then i notice blood spatters on the canvas. I crouch and touch the blood stain. All dried up. "Hello?" I yell as i mount the marble staircase that once had a hundred students running up and down. My voice echoes through the abandoned place. I find no more traces of blood, and i'm not sure wether or not i should be relieved. 

"Where the fuck is everybody?" I whisper to myself as i step in a room where luxurious furniture used stand. The antique red sofa I used to sit on while i talked to Fleur was ripped open and the stuffing is scattered all over the place. Crystal glasses and bottles of rare, exotic wines lay shattered on the floor. The carpet has absorbed some of it, and gained ugly red winestains. The cupboard is unhinged and makes a very sad expression.

I scout chamber after chamber, only to find the same chaos. No evidence that this used to be the most luxurious boarding school in all of France. When i get back to the top of the stairs and look down over the chaos my heart skips a beat. The rubble is arranged to form a cross. "Religious fanatics." I mumble in disbelief.

I feel hands in my back, moments later i tumble down the stairs.