Infernal Academia

Chapter 63 - Trayer's Righteousness: Part 7 (All Hell Breaks Loose)

Whitney had never seen a dry storm grow so violent so quickly before.  As she peered out the window, she gazed wide-eyed at the sky as the dark red clouds swirled together into a wine coloured maelstrom, summoning winds that buffeted the BID campus and threatened to tear trees right from the earth.  Far above, she could feel an intense electric charge building, strong enough to make her horns tingle.

"I don't like this..." she murmured, stepping away from the window.

At the end of the hall, Karazelle glanced back and frowned.

"Well it's not exactly a fun situation for any involved, Butterskin.  Now hurry up; the coast'll only be clear for so long," the Succubus whispered urgently, gesturing for the Nymph to follow.

Swallowing hard, she nodded and skittered after her companion.

They were close to the staff room, but it had been a nerve-wracking journey.  Sulfur Bloods were patrolling the school's corridors, constantly on the lookout for errant students and possible escapees.  If they were caught unaware... she didn't want to think about it.

"Is that it there?" she asked, ducking behind a wall.

At the far end of the hall, she could see the door to the teacher's lounge lying slightly ajar.  A pair of burly Oni were posted outside, and she could hear the stomping boots of more within.

"Yup, that's it.  So, how do you wanna play this?" said Karazelle, sticking her head out in order to get a good look.

"Why are you asking me?"

"You've got better Applied Demonics grades than me.  I figured you'd be more tactically minded."

Whitney pulled a face.  Was that a compliment she just heard?

"Well, um..."

The Nymph looked back at the two men guarding the staff room.  One of them appeared alert, whilst the other was distracted, looking around as he lazily clung to his weapon with one hand.  An outright assault would probably end badly, especially if the gangsters within were alerted.  No, they needed to get a proper look at how many guys they were dealing with, but that was easier said than done...

"You can charm people, right?" asked Whitney, glancing back at Karazelle.

The Succubus raised an eyebrow and scoffed.

"I'm almost insulted that you have to ask that."

Rolling her eyes, Whitney nodded at the alert guard.

"We should draw him over here where you can ambush him with a charm.  Then we can grill him for information."

She puffed out her chest like she usually did when she was going to make a snide comment, but after a moment's consideration, Karazelle pursed her lips and nodded.

"It's something, I guess.  How do we get him over here, though?"

"Leave that to me.  Just hide over there and be ready."

As the Succubus flattened herself against the wall and crept back into the shadows, Whitney took a deep breath and hid behind a set of lockers.  Carefully, she eased one open before slamming the door, loud enough for it to echo throughout the school's hallways.

She heard someone stir down the corridor.

"What the fuck was that?" spoke the heavily-accented voice of one of the guards.

"Hm?  I didn't hear nothin'," the other said.

"Of course you didn't, you're damn near half asleep!"

"Hey, cut me some slack, alright.  I'm tired."