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“Ten years,” I whisper at the same time as Blair.
I really despised being bullied for anything, but having to endure that scrutiny for ten solid years, finally graduate, and get a position with the university, only to be constantly bullied again is outrageous.
Completely unfair, cruel, and judgmental from those who know nothing of one’s past.
That’s exactly why I despised bullies so much.
No one cares about your ‘whys’ or what you’ve experienced in the past that put you in your current predicament. All they care about is what they hear from the webs of gossip, serving them entertainment and the chance to ignore their own flaws and shitty lives.
“It got to the point where the professor lost control of his dark essence, summoning shadows from the depths of Malevolence Realm. What made the situation dire was he was one of the few who could tap into infinite cycles, the state where the user’s magic regenerates and seems overflowing,” she reveals. “I’m sure you can imagine the consequences of unlocking a state of infinite flow of magic.”
“Like a never-ending vacuum that empowers the user,” I whisper as I try to envision it. “But then they’re still tapping such shadow energy from an external source. It can’t be all internal, meaning, wasn’t he drawing energy from the Malevolence Realm to further empower him?”
“Yes.” Amy looks pleased with my quick thinking. “That was another catastrophe in itself because one can only observe so much Malevolence essence before it becomes lethal by default.”
“Oh, no,” Blair whispers as we watch the scenario play out in the swiftly drawn images on the blackboard. “Did the students and professor perish?”
“Worse,” Amy admits with a deep frown. “The students were pushed into the realms of Malevolence when the professor decided to abandon this world and remain in Malevolence for the rest of his existence. I’m sure you can imagine one can’t recover from losing control in N.M.U., especially as a professor. It proves you’ve lost control and can’t be trusted to maintain it again.”
“So, there’s no room for second chances,” Blair concludes.
“In this profession, in an important role as a professor where bodies of students and other professors can be put in the line of danger, there isn’t any room for error in judgment, especially when that error stems from your lack of resilience.”
Brutal, but she is right. If a pilot is having a bad day, he can’t go crashing the plane with everyone on it.
“So… did they perish?” I ponder while watching the images on the board disappear, then remain blank, waiting for the next scenario.
“Well… they didn’t die,” she admits. “Instead, they’re still serving this professor today.”
“Serving?” I inquire.I don’t quite get it.“You make it sound as though he became a god.”
“He did,” Amy smirks and lowers her gaze to the board where a drawn image of a god stands upon a mountain with three chained men who are kneeling on all fours. “Some call him the Hades of Malevolence, and those three students are now the Cerberus of the lands. The confrontation turned into a massive fight that damaged N.M.U. severely. Many perished from the collateral damage, and it was concluded that youngbloods would be too dangerous to have in powerful positions like being a guide who opens the gates into various realms or a professor who teaches other students tainted magic.”
“But why did he ascend into a godly position?” Blair ponders. “Was it out of pity or because he fought back?”
“No one knows,” Amy admits. “Truthfully, I believe the gods of Nephilim and Malevolence enjoy observing the university and the various students that enter the curriculum. With the professor once being a student who remained on the university grounds for ten years, his perseverance was observed by many, including the gods. It intrigues me how so many mocked him, but in my eyes, his determination to remain and obtain his official diploma from Nephilim Malevolence University was commendable. If a simpleton like me can admire his dedication, one of the gods in Malevolence must have empathized with the professor and decided he deserved revenge in the form of power.”
“That’s a good form of revenge,” Blair praises.
“Does that mean the gods from both realms monitor our progress, even as new entry students?” I inquire.
“The gods observe what intrigues them. They don’t monitor every professor’s or student’s actions but are nosey, just like humans, when it comes to trending gossip. Besides, some gods could be walking among us.”
“Really?” Blair gasps in surprise. “Meaning they could be attending N.M.U. with us? That would be so cool, but then again, why would a god attend? They’re… well… gods.”
She has a point.
“Some do it for entertainment,” Amy admits. “Others are children of gods and are encouraged to attend, so they don’t become too cocky. Unlike our world, where mistakes can be made here and there, in the realms of Nephilim and Malevolence, one single mistake can cost many fae lives. With the fae not only being rare but on a decline in numbers, it’s imperative to protect and secure their numbers in both realms. Even if it means ensuring they protect themselves from one of their own.”
“Aren’t Professor North and Professor Blackbird young?” I decide to bring it up out of curiosity, the thought popping into my mind. “Why are they allowed to be professors? I heard rumors and talk about Professor North, but I’ve never heard about Professor Blackbird.”
“Same here,” Blair admits. “From where I come from, most of my family and friends said Professor North is from a really powerful family lineage, and they have loads of connections. Now that I’ve seen him in person, though, I find it a bit hard to believe he relies on connections to obtain his professor status.”
That I can agree with.
“He’s too cocky with a short level of patience to cut corners,” I grumble. “His father could be the headmaster of the university, and he’d probably fight to get into the curriculum like everyone else.”
It was funny that I was defending the man as if I knew him. We only had what, two interactions? But I’m speaking as though I’ve known him all my life.
