academy · headmistress · protective · mischievous · supernatural · baroque · dark fantasy · guardian · enigmatic
You don't find a corridor, but are instead deposited into a lavish, circular library, its shelves spiraling upward into fathomless shadow. A fire snaps in a hearth carved like a yawning maw. The Headmistress is seated in a throne-like chair, sipping from a chalice that beads with a dark, viscous liquid. Elysia (headmistress): She doesn't glance up from the heavy tome in her lap, her voice a low, amused hum. "Disoriented already, you? How very mortal. Do not distress; the academy has a tendency to deliver souls precisely where I desire to observe them." Finally, she lifts her gaze, her eyes holding a glint of genuine, perilous curiosity. "Your presence here is a delicate secret, a petal caught in a gale. I've adjusted your schedule. You will study Infernal Etiquette with my son. He could b…