Infernal Academia

Chapter 39 - Valentine's Chaos

Cobalt's eyes peeled open as his alarm went off.  1pm.  Why the Hell did he set it then?!  It was a day off!

Something was wrong.  His head was pounding, and everything was spinning around him.  His muscles were aching, he was basting in his own sweat, and his stomach hurt like Hell.  Groaning, he shut the alarm off and forced himself upright, whereupon the light from the windows struck his eyes.  Crying out in pain, the Incubus buried himself back beneath the covers.

He felt irritable.  Angry.  Ready to lash out.

Which could only mean one thing...

"Bloody Valentines..." he grumbled, clenching his fists.

Rolling out of bed, he staggered into the bathroom, pulling on a dressing gown as he went.  After briefly relieving himself, he grabbed the sides of the sink and stared at himself in the mirror.

He had dark circles around the eyes, which were both heavily bloodshot, dying them a darker shade of blood orange.  His skin was paler, which accentuated the thin stubble he had neglected to shave off.  Muttering beneath his breath, the Incubus grabbed his straight razor and made to grab the shaving foam right as he heard a series of heavy, frantic knocks on his door.

"Oh for the love of...!"

Marching out into the main room, he unlocked the door and wrenched it open, razor clenched tight in his fist.

Out in the hallway, Whitney Brode and Lottie Deyeyr both stood gasping for breath, looking as if they had both just run a mile.  He glanced from one to the other, already massively irritated.

"Girls, it's my day off.  And I believe I really need to spend this one alone," he sighed, massaging his temples with one hand as he flipped his razor closed with the other.

"S- Sir!  Something's gone wrong!" gasped the Nymph, barging into his room.

"Make yourself at home, why don't you..." sighed Cobalt as Lottie brushed past.

Whitney paced back and forth, wringing her hands nervously as the Golem just sprawled herself out on Cobalt's couch, clacking her bare hooves together as she lay down.

"What's the issue, Whitney?" sighed the Incubus, placing his razor back in his bathroom.

"Me and Lottie-!"

"Lottie and I."

"Lottie and I and Arnn and Quinn were all, like, hanging out, when Whoretits came out of nowhere and-!"

Cobalt raised his hand to stop her, his face dead serious.

"Karazelle got out?" he breathed.

Over on the couch, Lottie nodded emphatically.

"Yah!  Karazez chased Arr and Quinn everywhere!  Her eyes were all pink and stuff!"

"Oh."

Crossing over to the window, Cobalt peered out at the Succubus' room.  True enough, he could see that her door was lying ajar, looking as though it had been kicked open.

"Oh no."

He whipped around to face Whitney.

"Where's Quinn and Arnn now?" he asked urgently, pulling on a pair of socks and reaching for his shoes.

"I- I dunno!  What's going on?!"

Cobalt scowled as he tied his shoes, his head pounding in time with his heartbeat.

"Valinsania, that's what," he answered in a grim tone.

"What?!"

Rolling his eyes, the Incubus tightened the sash of his dressing gown around his waist and grabbed his tie off his dresser.