The_Weeping_Angel
Living Death
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A hard knock sounded on the door before one of the Teachers, Professor Turpin Darkwood, looked in. Glancing around he counted students. “Stay here until you’re directed otherwise,” he said dourly before closing the door.

The sounds from the hallway were the sounds of dozens of doors being opened and closed, hushed voices whispering. And the scrabbling of claws on the inside of skulls as something ‘searched’.
Looking around the room M’Kael shrugged and opened the door, looking to see what was happening. A black misty shadow passed the room, then snapped to gaze at him, a shrill screaming in his head dropped him to his knees in pain.

The sounds from the hallway were the sounds of dozens of doors being opened and closed, hushed voices whispering. And the scrabbling of claws on the inside of skulls as something ‘searched’.
Looking around the room M’Kael shrugged and opened the door, looking to see what was happening. A black misty shadow passed the room, then snapped to gaze at him, a shrill screaming in his head dropped him to his knees in pain.
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