The new week came far sooner than many students would have preferred, as was expected of them. Understandably this included the participants of the Tripartite Peace Program. Though given the hectic nature of the previous week, it was easy to understand just why they were so burned out. Due to the hovering threat of assassination that had borne down on the entire school, both the night walkers and the mages had been forbidden from leaving campus grounds by those among them who possessed the highest authority. For the vampires, that had been their own princess Veronica while it had been up to Whitney to keep the rest of her peers in line. It had not been as simple as it sounded though, but it had definitely helped that both girls were the most powerful in their respective factions present here and had developed a reputation for being particularly vindictive when they needed to be. As for the ones who had been responsible for inviting so much panic in the supernatural student body, t

The amount of disdain in her voice when she said those two words were barely enough to fully express just what her feelings were regarding the named creatures. There were few beings that grated on Loretta's nerves as much as those accursed things. Despite not being a member of any particular group, Loretta was very much informed about most things in the supernatural, this situation exposed. She knew all about how the Yee Naaldlooshi were created, how they made themselves what they were. It was appalling to Loretta that a person could ever sink so low to do such evil all for their own selfish reasons, but the concept was not in any way foreign to her. That was why she had made sure she had not been idle when those things had infiltrated the school last month. "You detected them even before we did?" Olivia asked in surprise. "Of course she did," Lee drawled with all the sarcasm of someone who couldn't give a shit. "With those fancy eyes of hers, all she had to do was look at t

"Rowan! Do you really intend to sit back and do nothing while your own wards are threatened like this?" "Was it not the duty of the Hunters to protect them? If they choose to fail on their one assignment, then that is no fault of mine." Minerva glared heatedly at the back of the aged Elder as he glided around the podium like an undying bat. The younger woman stomped after him in an effort to draw his attention back to the matter at hand. Just a minute ago, one of their commanders had come to the Chamber of Elders to inform them of the current developments in the state of affairs at the Starlight Central Academy. According to the report, a group of five assassins had infiltrated the school with the intention of eliminating several core participants of the Peace Program. Among those targeted were several of the best mages the Arcane Circle had produced within the past few years. The letter carrying the information had come from one of the two supervising Exorcists, Diana Stone.

The professor's mouth was moving. Which meant he was probably speaking. This was History class, which in turn meant that whatever he was talking about was likely of relevant importance. And unlike some of the other participants of the Program, Mia actually gave a damn about her mundane life outside the supernatural. The implications of holding such a view were many, most of which were advantageous to get at least. But in turn it also meant that she could not afford to dare to slack off on her school work. This lecture had been going on for over an hour now, and with the professor's obvious interest in the topic being taught, it was likely to show up in the exams. And yet Mia Delgado found herself hard pressed to pay even an iota of attention to the middle aged man with a mustache who was lumbering around the podium down below droning on and on about a topic Mia could not even remember. Her eyes were fixed forward but they were glassy and unseeing, as if she was there

Confession. The fourth out of the seven sacraments that formed some of the foundation upon which the Catholic Church had been built. It was in the nature of humans to sin, to fall victim to the ploys of the dark side whether knowingly or otherwise. The sacrament of confession offered a way out for the souls of the faithful who found themselves in such precarious situations. Gave them a second wind, a restart on their lives without asking for too much in return. And no matter how many times they returned, that gateway was never to be met closed off. The Vatican hosted multiple confessions at various points throughout the city every day of the week without fail. In a city that was the very center of the Holy Roman Catholic Church, there was bound to be more than a few churches and chapels than one was likely to find in a regular city. Though it was quite clear that some locations were more favored by both the locals and the tourists and visitors from the rest of the world. Som