Im furtevily rejoyicing within the chaos of all the terrified screams and faces around me. Everyone watched the cloud of purple erupt followed by a shock wave that engulfed this unequipt “sanctuary”. The small villages of the furies gets swollowed by the foul smell of death. It encapsulates the hills between the villages, melting anything and everyone it brushes by. If you can breath it melts you slowly from the inside out, everything else a puddle. My favorite moment has begun, Everyones clutching at their throats and gasping for just a one tiny bit of breathable air. I snicker while watching them hold there noses, screaming while the smell makes there eyes burn like fire. I keep my sanctioned cloaks collar high enough on my face to cover my gas mask and my umbrella low above my head to keep from getting caught. Although dying should take care of any loose ends on its own. I’m soaked in a stench of vanquishment towards my enemies people. The feeling of justice feels so good it solidifies that iv barley started. The Royal Mage will gut the bitches who did this. Good thing it wasn’t me.

I couldn’t sleep much last night. I wasn’t sickened with all the dying faces I saw or stuck with the sounds of there last pleads to god and final breaths replaying in my head. No. Quite the opposite. Best to get comfortable with the fact that I’m a sick human being. Human being said very very loosely. I couldnt rest because I was to excited to see everyone’s reaction to my little lapis explosion last night. The damage, the after math of what i had done. The whole west end of the furies were completely gassed out. I didn’t get to stay and watch it crumble sadly. I had to stick to my plan so i wouldn’t get caught. Stick to my plan so I don’t get caught. Always. The Dusk Town morning papers were getting passed around faster then I could say kill. Not just Dusk Town, all the surrounding city’s were already alerted. Every lapis flow sergeant in each end of the compass was investigating the burst in the pipe flow.

I sit in my heavly warded den watching my monitors that fill my room. They are connected to cameras iv placed around the whole compass. When I’m not doing what actually matters. I’m forced to participate in what I call “my fraudulent secondary life”, Also my alibi. I was enrolled to the student sorcer academy against my will. I technically tested out of the school meaning I’m beyond all of them. I somehow failed the readiness portion. They test you on how you would wield your power. Where do you draw your power source from blah, blah, blah. Apparently domating the compass and drawing power from the void were not the answers they were looking for? Anyways that’s the past. I now know how to stick to the plan and stay under the schools sorcery counsels radar. Everyday living in the body i take on inside these walls truly makes me want to take my gas mask off the next time I kill a village. Here i have a group of friends that love and care for me. Teachers love and appreciate my work. It’s all so retched. In the early stages of being nice girl Alision I realized If i follow the exact opposite of my intuition im a perfect student. I saw my class partner in spells struggling to make his butterfly fucking fly and I wanted so bad to just squash that idiots stupid bug but instead, i thought, what would “ali” do. I helped the fucker fly. Just one agitating example of how I became too well liked for my liking around here.

Sometimes I think about the day everyone finds out who I really am. All my pawns seeing how they put everything into place for me. That day keeps me up the most. The thrill in my betrayal. There disappointed faces feeding my power. It will be spectacular. I’m finally escaping my last class and dodging everyone’s attempts at inviting me to another study group or going to the brew for drinks. Or to cast healing aura towards the west ends with the compass healing club of audacity. Seeing them attempt to clean up my mess is both hilarious and infuriating. Finally I get read the paper in peace and check out the mages declaration. I sit in the comfort of my den and open the Dusk Town paper its headline reads “Devastating burst in the lapis flow pipe causing thousands to be deceased across the furies.” The hairs on my arms rise and I feel my lips form a slight smile on one side of my face. I move my finger guiding me to read the details.

“Last night the west end of the furies was devestates by the lapis gas. Specifically three villages. Although it’s unknown what the main cause of the the leak is yet, sergeants are actively checking all pipe activity. We were informed that it was a sudden onset burst, which points to a potential attack. This is the first sudden onset burst we have had in a century. It is wildly suggested you start putting up your own wards on your homes. The mage has reported she will have the best sorcerers casting the wards around the snaking path that the pipes cover through all of the compass.” I don’t bother to read the rest about togetherness but I note wear to find out if someone survived. A very unlikely fortune unless you were able to cast a ward fast enough or happened to have been surrounded in neodymium metal. Once the mage was putting a team together for the compass wards I knew my next step was ready to be put in play. If I was apart of that team i could get caught much to easily looks like I have to be someone’s supportive friend.