Chapter 43.2

Amara slumped in her chair, scowling as she watched the cafeteria slowly fill with students. She hated the thought of meeting Tessa’s Coven, and she especially hated having to pretend she was human. It was one thing to simply appear human for students who knew the truth, and another to actively monitor her every movement for possible giveaways of her demonic nature. Vee sat beside her, nervously bouncing her knee as she fiddled with her phone, and Amara sighed.

“Hey,” Amara placed a hand on her friend's knee, “you doing alright?”

Vee sighed. “Just worried, that’s all. We’re pretty sure Tessa wanted the meeting to start at noon, but does that mean she’s bringing the Coven here later? Or were we supposed to intuit that we should have told everyone to get here earlier?”

“Nick helped too, don’t forget. If anyone can decipher Tessa’s rambling, it’s him.” Amara forced a smile, trying to calm Vee down.

“I know, I know, it’s just… we can’t let the Coven find out about you.”

“Me? What about you? Aren’t we both at risk here?” Amara asked.

“Honestly? I don’t really care if they find out about me,” Vee said. “Even if they don’t trust angels, I don’t think they’ll risk confronting me. If I really wanted to, I could contact the Church and raise a fuss, and I doubt the Coven would want to anger such a massive organization. But you? There’s no way they leave you alone.”

“I always forget about your Church,” Amara muttered. She paused for a moment, an unsettling thought creeping in. “Um, don’t take this the wrong way, but you didn’t tell them about me, did you?”

Vee’s anxiety vanished for a moment, replaced by resolute determination. “Absolutely not. Like I said back in Purgatory, I was pretty confused that you saved my life at the end of our fight. I decided to keep everything a secret until I could figure out for myself what was truly going on. I still had to file a report, especially since they brought in some priests to aid in my recovery, but I kept it vague. As far as my Church is concerned, there was a demonic threat and I took care of it.”

“That’s a relief,” Amara said. She couldn’t help but smile as Vee returned her gaze to the rest of the cafeteria. “You really think this’ll work?”

“It has to.” Vee said, “What about you?”

“I mean, I’m not happy about it.” Amara joined Vee in looking out at the crowd of students. “I hate feeling like we’re begging for our lives.”

“It’s not like that, Amara. We’re all just students here, right? Surely we can appeal to their sense of decency. Besides, we saved all their lives, that’s got to count for something.”

Nick, who’d been welcoming everyone into the dining hall, wandered closer and interrupted the conversation. “I think that’s everyone. There’s still no sign of Tessa or her Coven, so we should get started.”

With one last look back at Amara, Vee nodded and stood up. She walked towards the center of the cafeteria, and with a deep breath, called for the crowd’s attention. It took a few moments for everyone to quiet down, and then she began speaking.

“Alright, I know this meeting was somewhat last minute, but we’ve got some news. As you all know, Tessa is a witch, and her knowledge of magic is what’s kept this campus safe the last few months. However, she also belongs to a larger organization, and yesterday that very group wandered onto campus. They’re planning to be here soon, as they want to talk to all of you, but they’re mostly here to repair the Planar Gate.”

A murmur spread through the crowd, with quite a few people beginning to smile and sigh in relief. Kenji, the student with the blue hair, raised a hand and spoke once Vee acknowledged him.

“Does that mean everything will go back to normal?” he asked. “No more monsters, no more magic bullshit?”

“We’re not entirely sure, as we haven’t spoken to them yet, but that’s the hope. However, their presence does raise another problem.” Vee paused, looking back at Amara before continuing. “Namely, myself and Amara. Tessa’s Coven doesn’t know about us, and we’re hoping to keep it that way.”

“Great, more secrets,” Naomi whispered, just loud enough for Amara to hear.

Vee continued. “If they find out that Amara’s a demon, they won’t bother listening to reason. They’ll try to kill her, end of story. I know I’m asking a lot, and I can’t force any of you to do this, but… as a fellow student, I’m asking that you keep our identities a secret.”

“How are we supposed to explain all the damage to the Quad?” One student asked. Amara looked over to see Naomi’s friend standing up. She wore an Aurelius University athletic jacket, deep purple in color, and her thick dreadlocks brushed against her shoulders as she stood. “Or, for that matter, how you fought past all those monsters to stop that Brendon guy?”

For roughly the next hour, everyone present in the cafeteria argued over the best course of action. Amara did her best to pay more attention than she had last time, eager to at least understand which lies they were planning on telling the Coven. The last few months had been incredibly hectic, and while she hated hiding her true self, she had trouble thinking of any reason to start attacking the Coven without ruining their chances of fixing the Gate.

The debate came to a sudden end when one of the students spotted the Coven approaching. Vee made a last-ditch effort to summarize the story they’d hopefully all agreed on, then fell quiet as the doors to the cafeteria opened.

Amara furrowed her brows as she finally saw them. They were every bit as contemptuous as Vee had described, and Amara clenched her fists as she tried to bury her disgust. The woman in front, presumably the Headmistress, looked around the cafeteria as if she were walking through a landfill. Behind her walked three other women, each moving with a similar, if slightly lesser, gravitas. A short distance behind them, a slightly portly man shuffled with far less urgency, his nose buried in a small notebook. Tessa walked at the back of the group, her head hung low, and beside her was another girl that appeared to be roughly the same age.

With little else to do, Amara focused her senses and tried to study the Coven. The one seemingly in charge, who Vee had claimed was Headmistress Davenport, had an incredibly dull aura. As frustrating as it was to not have an easy method of manipulating her, Amara did pause for a moment to appreciate how much her otherworldly senses had grown. This older woman didn’t seem to have a horny bone in her body, yet Amara was still able to perceive her aura.

The second woman, the one with an intense look and dark brown bangs, was a bit more lively. Amara still didn’t see any traces of attraction or arousal, but her aura fluttered with a strange, tempered intensity.

The two women in back proved to be the most interesting. Their auras were slightly intermixed, but in a way Amara had never seen before. It didn’t appear to be simple infatuation; Amara had seen that dozens of times around campus, and it always took on a brighter, more energetic smell. The aura was also faint enough that she was pretty sure these two women weren’t fucking, but with those two options ruled out, Amara didn’t know what to make of her readings.

Tessa’s aura was shockingly small, but this didn’t surprise Amara given how miserable her friend looked. The other girl, the one seemingly around the same age as them, appeared no different than any other woman in her early twenties. Her aura was healthy and average, which told Amara nothing other than that this person harbored no secret affection for anyone around her.

The portly man in front of Tessa barely seemed to be watching where he walked, and his aura was almost as non-existent as Davenport’s. It wasn’t restrained the same way, which Amara assumed meant he had a naturally slow sex drive, rather than a healthy one that was being purposely restrained.

The Coven placed themselves in the center of the group, then pivoted to face everyone. After a moment of silence, the Headmistress opened her mouth and began to speak. Her voice was unusually boisterous compared to her thinner frame, and each word seemed to be laced with bitterness.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is our understanding that you have all borne witness to spectacular, unprecedented events these last few weeks. I’m terribly sorry to see so many innocent lives get swept up in this chaos, and I only wish we could have gotten here sooner. Our ward, Altessa Blackwood, was supposed to be our eyes and ears at this University. However, her failure to follow protocol led to the unfortunate death of one of your own. From the bottom of my heart, I’m truly sorry for the loss you’ve all suffered.”

“All we can do now is set our eyes to the future. My name is Cassandra Davenport, and it is my sworn duty to protect you all from the perils of the supernatural. You are likely already aware that this campus sits on a nexus; a natural convergence of multiple planes of existence, and that a network of magical sigils held those forces at bay. Although recent events have fractured that network, we alone have the knowledge to restore the protections you’ve all grown accustomed to.”

Naomi raised her hand at this point, but didn’t bother waiting for Cassandra to acknowledge her. “What about us? We’ve been told that secrecy is of utmost importance, but how do you plan on enforcing that?”

Cassandra seemed to be taken aback by the interruption, and spoke through the teeth as she responded. “You take an accusatory tone, child, that I don’t appreciate. We are not tyrants, it is not our job to cull those we deem untrustworthy. What I can promise you, however, is that answering to us is far preferable to other organizations that might sniff out the chaos at this University.”

“Like what? You may not appreciate my tone, but I don’t appreciate your vague threats.”

“The government would falsify charges of terrorism and lock you away. Clandestine organizations that fancy themselves bastions of safety and nobility would force you to join their ranks. You would vanish from the face of the planet, your entire existence turned into yet another extension of those who think they can police forces that lie beyond their understanding. The wealthy that owe their success to illicit magic would kidnap you and use your blood to fuel their twisted schemes, then offer your corpse as sacrifice to any number of creatures that deem human flesh a delicacy. By contrast, we simply ask for your cooperation. I heavily suggest you not bite the hand we are extending.”

While the older woman’s tone still rubbed Amara the wrong way, she got the feeling she was telling the truth. As much as she wanted to object, to point out that Cassandra was avoiding any details about how they might punish noncompliance, she bit her tongue and stayed quiet.

After clearing her throat uncomfortably loudly, Cassandra gestured for one of the Coven members to join her, the younger girl that had walked in beside Tessa. “This young lady is Imani Mabaya; she will be taking charge of this little group of yours. Before any of you leave this room, you are to speak with her and share everything you witnessed here. Once we fully understand the scope of the damage that has been wrought, we can begin looking to the future. All subsequent questions are to be directed to her, is that clear?”

Although the question was posed to the entire group, Cassandra’s sharp glare at Naomi was impossible to miss. After a few seconds of silence, once it was clear no one else had any comments, she nodded to the rest of the Coven. As they walked away, Imani snapped to attention and moved to a small staff room just off the main dining hall.

“Do you see why I hate them?” Vee whispered to Amara.

“Fuck, she’s so smug!” Amara said. “And did you hear the way she threatened Naomi? Unbelievable!”

Vee giggled quietly. “You’re defending Naomi now? Out of sheer curiosity, what’s for dinner tonight?

Amara playfully pushed Vee’s arm, nearly knocking her to the floor. “Ha ha, very funny. It’s hand-seared chicken, and this is different.”

Their conversation was forced to end when Imani approached them both. In sharp contrast to the rest of the Coven, Imani’s smile seemed surprisingly genuine. When she spoke, her words were warm and reassuring. “Amara and Vee, I presume?”

“That’s us,” Vee said, jumping to her feet. She held out a hand to introduce herself. “Imani, correct? You’re a witch with the coven?”

“That’s me! I’m not quite as hands-on as many of my peers, but we all work towards the same goals.” After shaking Vee’s hand, Imani extended the offer to Amara as well.

Amara, however, simply crossed her arms and nodded halfheartedly in return. “What goal is that? Abusing Tessa?”

Imani’s smile faded somewhat. “I have no say in how Headmistress Davenport treats her wards. Even if I disagreed with her methods, it would not be my place to speak in defense of Tessa. Seeing as how we’ll be working together for the foreseeable future, however, I do ask that you keep your feelings for the Headmistress separate from your feelings about me.”

“Alright, fine. It’s good to meet you or whatever,” Amara said, rolling her eyes.

After leaving the conversation, Imani moved around the cafeteria to greet everyone else. She seemed to spend more time than usual with Mr. Luxnor, as well as Mr. Roberts, another teacher that had been swept up in everything. As she made her rounds, Amara took great care to eavesdrop on her conversations.

It seemed Imani was hoping to understand the initial response to Brandon’s attack. She asked the teachers how they organized everyone, as well as what steps were taken to ensure all potential witnesses were accounted for. Some of this information was actually news to Amara, who had spent the last few weeks either wrestling with reapers or adamantly avoiding conversations about covering up the invasion.

Through her eavesdropping, she learned that all students wishing to stay on campus over holidays needed to clear their request with the school. As such, when Brandon’s invasion started, the teachers present had a list of all students supposedly on campus. Once the portal had closed, they spent considerable time tracking down all students on the list, working together with Tessa to ensure that no one was leaking information.

Once Imani’s conversation with the teachers wrapped up, Amara expected her to start pulling students into the side room for private conversations. She’d even picked a seat closer to the entrance in an attempt to continue eavesdropping.

These plans were unfortunately ruined when, of all the students in the cafeteria, Imani approached Amara first.

“Amara? If you’re feeling up to it, I’d love to speak with you about everything,” Imani said, her tone frustratingly warm and supportive.

“Me? Why?” Amara asked.

“It’s my understanding that you’re quite close with Tessa, and have been involved the longest.”

“Uh, sure. Why not.” Amara reluctantly rose to her feet and followed Imani into the side room. It appeared to be some kind of employee break room, with lockers on one wall and several chairs and tables scattered around. Two beat-up couches rested in one corner, and the wall opposite the lockers had a sizeable dent in it.

Unsure what to expect, Amara moved to the couch and laid down. “So, what do you want to know? I’m sure Tessa told you everything already.”

“Tessa can’t read minds, Amara. She can give me her perspective, but not yours. I want to know what happened, yes, but I’m also here to support you in any way I can. Learning about magic can be a harrowing experience, even in the best of times, and this was anything but.”

When Amara didn’t say anything, Imani continued. “How did you stop the cult?”

“Tessa fucked with their runes and reversed the portal.” Amara said flatly.

“Okay, but you and Vee helped her out, didn’t you? How did you hold your own against an army of possessed cultists?”

There was another pause before Amara spoke up again. “So are you, like, an intern? Why do they get the fun work while you’re stuck interviewing students? They’re not abusing you too, are they?”

Imani sighed. “If I answer your question, will you answer mine?”

“I mean, they seem to hate Tessa, but they still gave her an assignment here. You didn’t even get that much.”

“For your information, I volunteered for this. I consider myself quite lucky to be a part of this coven, I even have the privilege of studying to be a Scribe.”

“What’s that? Some kind of magic receptionist?” Amara asked, chuckling to herself.

“Scribes are responsible for applying the runic tattoos that give witches their abilities. It takes incredible precision, and requires intimate knowledge of dozens of potentially harmful magical materials. I love what I do, Amara, and the chance to come here and study sigils from hundreds of years ago is a spectacular opportunity.”

“And you’re really making the most of it, aren’t you?” Amara gestured to the barren break room around them. “Look at all these sigils. Wow, so magnificent you can’t even see them.”

Imani wrote something on a pad of paper, then spoke up again. “I’m just trying to help, Amara. I know what it’s like to see people get hurt by forces you previously thought impossible. I understand how you’re feel—”

“You don’t understand shit, Imani!” Amara hissed, jumping to her feet. “I had to watch a room full of cultists sell their souls for power. I saw monsters from beyond our reality invade the campus while a madman tried to rip a hole in the universe. One of my best friends died saving our lives! I held her hand as an unstable portal ripped her to pieces!!”

“Amara, please, I just want—”

“No! I’m done with this bullshit!” Amara shouted. She stormed past Imani, then left the staff room before slamming the door behind her. Vee and Nick both looked up in surprise, as did the entire cafeteria full of students, but Amara didn’t care. Without a second glance, she raced out of the dining hall, leaving everyone behind.