Dance with the Devil

1-𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓

꧁☬ CHAPTER ONE: 1-𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓 ☬꧂

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꧁☬ It was already late at night, the rain falling from all over the sky. His eyes were blood shot and his neck was bruised. His nose was bleeding and his knuckles were swollen. His steps were slow, the laterns were flickering and only a few cars were driving by. His uniform was messy, his tie unmade and his jeans partly ripped. «fucking hell..» He mumbled. ☬꧂

꧁☬ His legs were carrying him to the huge castle, claiming to be his ‚so lovley' boarding school. His head was screaming from the inside, his arms were hurting, a few fingers and a ribb broken. ☬꧂

꧁☬He was used to this pain, yet it was hard to take every single time. It was nothing unusual for his father to call him and end up beating him up. Zeke has always had anger issues, which were more than just unfortunate. ☬꧂

꧁☬ Zeke's blood was boiling in anger and frustration. He looks at his broken phone screen, 1AM. He groaned and entered the school as quietly as possible. He slowly walks to the boy's bedrooms when he heard steps from behind. ☬꧂

꧁☬ «Zeke?...» The blonde girl asked. She was still wearing her uniform and a button with an familiar sign on her right breast. It was a falkon, meaning they were in the same grade. But Zeke had to be honest, he had no idea who this girl was. ☬꧂

꧁☬ He just stared at her for a while before falling out of his trance. «And you are?...» He looked at her confused, the blood from his nose almost fully dried now. A few black locks were falling into his face, as his ice blue eyes pierced right through her soul. ☬꧂

꧁☬ She shook her head before answering «My name is Evelynn Peshock. We go into the same class since our first year here.» Her answer was quite short, but he could sense her pride being slightly hurt. «Oh.» He never had been really caring about other stundents, so he never made an effort to memorise their names. ☬꧂

꧁☬ «Fucking Spruce!» He heard a familiar voice shout from behind. It was Eymen Nell. His only and also bestfriend. «Who did you beat up this time?! You're fucking dead if some teacher finds out!» He sounded clearly mad. ☬꧂

꧁☬ Zeke cleared his throat. «No one. Can we talk later?» He asked with a hint of annoyance, now continuing his way to his bedroom. «Wait!» The girl slightly shouted. He rolled his eyes and turned around. «Let me take care of the- ☬꧂

꧁☬ «Fuck, no. I dont need your help. I can take cafe of myself.» He groaned and left both of them in one of the many hallways. He stepped into his bedroom, hissing in pain while pulling out a box of cigarettes. He started healing his wounds, with the evil spirits inside his blood, before lighting one of the 3 left overs. He leaned against the window while taking a long
drag. ☬꧂

꧁☬ He was able to heal himself, yet scars always remained. It was one of the things he possessed. He visibly relaxed, blowing out the smoke. After he finished his cigarette he took his clothes off, switching into a basic shirt and shorts. He walked into his bathroom, quickly washing his face. He brushed his teeth and then went to bed, not even caring about charging his phone. ☬꧂