Chương 166: The Hunt's Chosen

Each day for the week, as Israfel made his way in the gray resplendent corridors of the Dark Arts tower to study at the library, he would stop before the archway looping into Magdalena's Hall, and lift his eyes up to the suede maroon emblem. The insignia of the Corynthian Academy for Witches. A black crow with gilded eyes, and a mystic scroll in its talon, clutching like a branch. And after the emblem, the pompous banner of the Spring Games.

In the evening light, the decorated splash hung down in jewled colors and filigrees.

For five minutes repetitively, he would stand like this and gaze up at the dusk sun weather through the tinted windows and make the images of the bikini clad girls in the banner glow with life. Erika had used real life models for this shit. He could stare at Raziah and Keziah Fairfield's warm titties all evening. But then he'd remember he had to study. And lowering his head, he would walk away.