Alaric felt cold and scared all morning. He said that he must have bumped it in his sleep to Eli, but he knew better. The bruising he received was from a much more dangerous source, one that can harm him in his dreams.
He could still clearly see the empty dark eyes of the man-creature before him. The Demon King couldn't even remember his name.
Alaric overheard the adults talking somedays about how the Demon King caused some terrible destruction, but he felt sympathy for the King instead of anger.
Alaric shook his head; he didn't understand it.
He and Eli were walking towards their next class when a certain familiar figure popped out from around the corner with his two goons.
Finn had a bandage wrapped around his jaw, but could still have a lopsided and idiotic grin.
Finn laughed, "why do you have all the bruising around your neck Alaric? Did Eli make you his bitch?"
His cronies laughed, and Alaric groaned in his mind. He didn't want to have to deal with this right now.
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