The Unusual At Trost Academy - Chapter 67 Awakening Bill

I slowly opened my eyes. I tried speaking, but nothing came out. “Hello, William Cipher Walker.” A lady wearing black, tattered robes greeted me, and helped me up. “I am Lady Death. You can just call me Death though. I try to keep it informal around here.” I stood up, and looked at her. Her robes were almost completely transparent, which would be an issue, except for she had no skin to show. She was entirely bones down to her waist, where there was nothing. Her face was a skull, slightly decorated with black markings. “So, as I see it, you have died of,” she looked at me for a second, puzzled, “That’s odd. Normally there’s a cause of death.” she studied me more. “I apologize. I believe there’s been a mistake in sorting, I’ll send you back as soon as possible.” I just nodded, and looked around. For the most part, the place was pitch black, however there were roses lining a path, each one letting out light. Suddenly though, my entire vision went black.

I felt something wet hitting my face. “How many is that?” Someone asked, nearby. “Including Lucifer, 107.” A familiar voice replied. I slowly opened my eyes. “S-” my mouth was dry, “Scorpio.” I smiled. Her eyes widened, and she fell on top of me. “Scorpio!?” Another voice yelled from the distance. She sat up, and pointed at me. “I know.” The familiar voice from earlier replied, “We’ll miss him, but right now we have to-”

“It’s not that!” She yelled, barely keeping her voice together. I began to sit back up. My joints were stiff. “BILL!” A figure began running toward me, and tackled me back to the ground. “Yeah,” I wrapped my arms around the figure, “I missed you too Jamie.”

Scorpio helped me stand up, and I looked at the rubble. “Someone said 107 dead?” I asked, looking at Scorpio. She nodded, “Well, 106 now.” I looked at the bodies. A majority were Demonic, looking like blown up images of dead flies and bats, but some I recognized as human and fairy. “Counting injuries, though,” Pisces said, carrying Brit, “It’s still 107.” I looked at the cat fairy. Her right arm was completely severed. “Anyone we knew?”

“Well,” Jamie said, “Excluding Lucifer, the only deaths we knew names for were Chasan and Satan.” I suddenly remembered what happened. “Did I-” I looked at the mangled body on the pavement, “Did I do that?”

“It wasn’t purposeful…” Scorpio said, leaning her head on my shoulder. “And how would you know that?”

“You can be violent, at times, but we all know you aren’t a killer. If you knew that was Satan, you wouldn’t have done it.” I put my hands in my pocket, “I guess you’re right.” Scorpio grabbed the sides of my face, “Since I didn’t get to do this before you died,” she pressed her lips against mine, then swiftly pulled away, “Yup, you died.” She spat on the ground, and hugged me instead.

Scorpio and I sat under a bridge. “So, what now?” She asked, grabbing my hand. “I dunno, probably living on the streets again, visiting when I can.”

“I thought you were gonna say that.” She said, “So, you’re staying with me from now on.” I fell back and hit my head on a brick. “SHIT!”

“Oh my God!” She helped me up, “I didn’t think it’d startle you that much!”

“Are you sure about that?”

“About what?”

“Letting me live with you? I mean, Pisces has already dragged Brit into your house and Jamie still-”

“I’ve already talked to Jamie, and she’s fine with living with me too. And as for space, it’s a mansion. We’ve got plenty of room, and still can let family stay for months.”

“Still. I don’t really think I should, I-”

“Let me rephrase. You, William Cipher Walker, are living in the Topaz residence from now on.”

“Jeez, when you put it that way, I’ll go.”