Beautiful Revenge. J Morris L

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СКАЧАТЬ running a multinational media empire.’ said Vetis, taking a seat. ‘This isn’t some part-time job flipping burgers to make tuition. We have more than enough work to do here.’

      ‘I couldn’t imagine you two flipping burgers,’ replied Kaarl. ‘If you had to work your way through college I’d have thought clear heels and silver poles would be more your thing.’

      Vetis reached for the closest thing on Kaarl’s desk. A bright yellow stress ball bounced harmlessly off his cheek and rolled along the floor.

      ‘We have to go,’ Kaarl continued, moving his stapler before Vetis could get her hands on it. ‘Sophie said it’s mandatory for everyone our age and with our…unique background it’s even more important.’

      ‘You’ll pay for this,’ said Verin. ‘I’m going to complain twice as long and twice as loud now, even if I don’t have anything to complain about.’

      Kaarl glanced at his watch.

      ‘You do that anyway,’ he said. ‘The ceremony will be starting soon. You two better hurry or you might get detention or whatever.’

      Kaarl shifted realms before the sisters could say a word in reply.

      ***

      Unlike Perdition, the vast stone city that shared a name with its realm, Paradise’s settlements were spread far and wide. Some were built in and around the tops of trees and others nestled in meadows or sat close to the sun-drenched shores. Far from the forests and mountains, beyond the grasslands, lakes and beaches lay the Sea of Serenity. Kalmore floated above its clear and perpetually calm waters and was considered by many to be the greatest city in Paradise. It was also home to Heaven’s only centre for higher education. The Halls of Knowledge had been there since Humanity’s creation and were the training, testing and proving ground for Angels who wished to work directly with the Mortals on Earth.

      It was tradition for the city to turn out in droves and cheer on the new arrivals and Kaarl, Verin and Vetis were the centre of attention as they made their way through the cobbled streets to the orientation ceremony with their fellow students. It was the first occasion in the school’s long and illustrious history where ex-Demons were on the roll. The twins sulked and glared at the crowd as they followed behind Kaarl. The girls’ true forms did not differ much from their vessels on Earth, the only noticeable difference was that their hair was black and their skin tones a deep, rich red. Kaarl was almost eight feet tall, as black as a moonless night with wings even darker. His eyes were soulless white orbs and his teeth belonged on a Great White Shark; better suited to savaging corpses than smiling at crowds. Nevertheless he waved at the well-wishers and warmly returned their grins. To his delight no one screamed or pointed at him in horror. Even though Kaarl had found the courage to be seen in his own skin he still feared that one day the sight of him might send a child running away in tears.

      All of Paradise had heard of the trio. They knew of their past exploits and the lengths they had gone to in repairing the damage they’d caused. They were celebrities and more importantly, proof that no one was beyond redemption. Before the Rift, the war that had seen Lucifer and his Fallen cast from Paradise, they had all been one. The sight of the trio gave them hope that even the oldest of wounds had the chance to heal.

      ‘They’re all staring at us,’ said Verin. ‘Don’t these people have better things to do?’

      ‘You two never cared about being in the spotlight before,’ replied Kaarl. ‘If anything you sought it out. Perhaps if you wore clothes they might have less cause to stare.’

      ‘Don’t try to change us,’ replied Verin.

      ‘I’m not trying to change you.’ said Kaarl. ‘I was offering a solution to the attention you suddenly don’t want anymore. Clothes might help.’

      ‘Those Chinos make you look fat.’

      ‘Really?’ asked Kaarl ‘You’re starting this crap already?’

      ‘I told you you’d pay.’

      Kaarl shook his head.

      ‘This is childish, Verin, even for you.’

      ‘Your face is childish.’

      Kaarl braced himself for a long and excruciatingly annoying day.

      The crowd began to thin out as the procession reached the entranceway to the Halls of Knowledge, a massive pair of gates set between two bronze Angels. The statues’ hands stretched above their heads and they held a large tome between them.

      ‘That’s so typical,’ said Vetis as they passed under the statues. ‘A girl and a boy so no one feels left out and they’re holding a book because it’s a school.’

      ‘Not to mention the bronze,’ added her sister. ‘Even red people can’t complain about racism when you use metal.’

      ‘Yet in a way you still are,’ said Kaarl.

      The Halls of Knowledge were large, impressive sandstone buildings. None of them stood higher than four stories but what they lacked in height they more than made up for in width. In front of the arched entranceways stood statues denoting purpose; a globe for Geography, a large clock for History and so on. Kaarl struggled to think of a likely subject for the two statues hugging in front of one of the doorways.

      ‘Might be Sex Education,’ said Verin, looking over his shoulder. ‘If that’s the case I’ll be teaching that class before the end of the day.’

      The quad in the centre of the campus was a lush expanse of perfectly manicured grass. As the trio took their seats on the ground, the twins surveyed their fellow academics. With so many students talking at once the noise was chaotic. While the sisters were rating boys and making snide comments about the other girls Kaarl took his own chance to evaluate their peers. White seemed to be the preferred colour of choice for Angels however there were emerald greens, sapphire blues and even some midnight blacks dotted about. Although the masses were a riot of colour there seemed to be no red beyond the wings of a few Angels, and they certainly weren’t as vibrant as the girls’ shading.

      The twins will be happy that they’re still special little snowflakes, Kaarl thought.

      The conversations began to die down, starting with those students closest to the stage. It appeared that a heat wave was making its way across the wooden platform but the blue flashes at head height gave away the distortion’s true nature: Sophie, the Angel of Wisdom and member of the Council of Virtues. Her body was crystal, something resembling diamond but with a much higher clarity. It made her transparent and had the effect of distorting everything when one looked at, or rather through her. Her eyes were a fluorescent blue and the only way to tell it was actually Sophie rather than the first signs of a cataract forming.

      ‘Welcome,’ Sophie said once she had reached the centre. Her voice brought an end to all but one of the conversations amongst the students.

      ‘He’s a seven at the best,’ said Verin, drawing disapproving glances from the students around her. ‘Unless you’re drunk. Are you drunk? Why aren’t you sharing?’

      Kaarl gave Verin a gentle nudge and she scowled at him before turning her attention to the stage.

      ‘I am Sophie,’ the Angel continued. ‘As many of you СКАЧАТЬ