Turning Saints To Sinners

Chapter 45: A Tour Of The Academy

"Tonight is an important night." Adam furrowed his brows. 
"Tonight I show you the Academy." 

"Academy?" Adam walked quietly in the dim light alongside the mysterious man. 

"Yes. An Academy for witches and warlocks. Now if you say a word about this place to anyone, I'll make sure to give you the most agonizing death you could ever dream of." Adam gulped, very certain the man wasn't bluffing. 

"I won't."

"Good. Now that our plan is coming into full swing, you need a place to hide the woman." Adam furrowed his brow. 

"We never talked about the actual plan plan." Faustus nodded. 

"I know. Ah here we are." Adam looked up, wide eyed. 
"Follow me and try not to get lost." 

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Adam sat across from the man at a dark marble desk. The room was big and lined with book cases, demonic paintings and large crimson curtains. 

"So you are a warlock?" Faustus laughed. 

"What did you think I was?" 

"And Spellmans are witches too? I thought all that was rumours." Faustus grinned. 

"Now do you remember the room I told you?" 

Adam nodded. He held up a key, the number facing Faustus. 
"Room sixty six. No one uses it. Perfect for storing Mary." Faustus nodded. 

"Good boy." Faustus stood, circling the room. 

"What will you do with Ms. Spellman?" 

"Come. I want to show you more of the Academy, in case something goes wrong." Adam followed. 

He stared up at the large glass ceilings. Velvet curtains. Paintings so dark that he swore he might get nightmares. The statues of demons and warlocks. The books of witchcraft and black magic. 

Faustus walked in front of him, pointing out certain rooms. Adam marveled at the Academy. It was a truly terrifying but hypnotizing place. 

"What will you do with Ms. Spellman?" 

Faustus continued walking, his hand gestured to a painting. "This is one of my favorites. Satan Devouring His Son by Francisco Goya. It's the original painting. It's it magnificent." Adam stared at the haunting painting. 

"Horrific." 

"Breathtaking." Adam looked up at the man. A satisfied smile playing on his thin lips as his dark blue eyes were fixed on the painting's dark colour. Adam gulped. Faustus snapped out of it. 
"This way." He continued to quickly walk down the hall. Adam gave one more look at the horrifying painting before following after the man. 

"What will you do with Ms. Spellman?" Faustus pointed to a vase on display. 

"Ah, Pompe Dressing For Dionysian. 350 bc." Adam stared at the vase. A half naked woman, Pompe, and a man watching her, Dionysian, were painted and carved into it. This was much more interesting to look at than the horrific paintings on the walls. Adam chuckled at the thought of Pompe looking similar to Mary. The hair was up the same way. Faustus stared at him, slowly turning away from the vase and down another hall. 
"Follow." Adam rushed after him. 

They entered a room covered with plants. Adam marveled at the bright and dark colours of each plant. 

"Do not touch a single plant in this room. Half of them are poisonous." Adam stood still. 

"What if we breath in the fumes?" Faustus chuckled. 

"I put a protection spell on us. You can touch the plants but I would prefer if you didn't." Adam looked at as many of the plants he could. 

"What's that one called?" He pointed to a black bat shaped flower. 

"Tacca Chantrieri." 

"What about that one?" He pointed to a black plant with an opening and then a large tube leading under it. The flower looked awfully similar to something but Adam waved those dirty thoughts from his mind. 

"Black Nepenthes." 

"And that one?" Faustus almost rolled his eyes but he understood the man was just curious. 

"Nepenthes Bicalcarata." 

"Strange looking plant that one." Faustus nodded in agreement. 
"May I ask one more?" Faustus nodded. 
"That one?"

"Lepanthes Jubata." 

"I could never remember all the names of these plants." 

"Took me years. At the Academy, the women learn these things but when I get bored, I pick up any topic." Adam walked past a large display of venus flytraps. Fly guts oozed out from the sharp needled teeth. 
"Follow." 

Adam followed him into a darkened room filled with books. He assumed it was the library. 

"Cassius has locked up so we can talk freely here." Adam sat down in a green satin chair. Faustus sat across from him. 

"This place is interesting." 

Faustus half smiled, a humf of air coming out before he spoke. "Indeed it is. The night isn't over yet. You must know where you are going incase the woman somehow slips from your grip and down one of the halls." Adam nodded in agreement. 

The question still burned his tongue and he needed to know what the man had instore for the redhead. 

"What will you do with Ms. Spellman." Faustus grinned so devilishly, it sent a shiver down Adam's spine. He leaned forward, sharp brows raised and deep dimples on either side of his grin. 

"Death by boiling." 

I strongly suggest you search the paint , the vase and the plants up. I used to want to be a botanist so I know all the names of weird plants.
Satan Devouring His Son is one of my favorite paintings and I had to out it in here.