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MR. MASON STEELE
He kept up pace easily. Barely breaking sweat or seeming to even pant. Keeping rhythmic breath, as muscles bunched and released with every movement. Appearing not to register the cold, but retaining a grim, flat line of his lips. Ignoring most of the boy's bitter comments and harsh hisses, as Steele continued to run alongside him and every so often offer a word of support.
It was dull, repetitive, but Mason was hard to bore. The wolf, who rattled his chest in desperation to be let out was only satisfied by the physical exertion. An anger and bloodthirst that was beyond anything humans could even begin to comprehend. Something kept locked away for the reasons of organised anarchy on his own part.
He witnessed Lucifer beginning to slow, the whimpering as a stench of coppery crimson reached his nose. A few more minutes and the younger demon had collapsed after what Steele saw as a measly amount of time. "Get up." The werewolf demanded, unsympathetic in the way he grabbed the boy by the scruff and pulled him up. Glancing down at his bleeding soles, and the pieces of rock embedded into the weeping flesh. "Hmph. You haven't learnt your lesson, have you now? So keep running. The moments you stop running will be counted and deducted from your sleeping time. Are we clear? You respect me, and I'll respect you Lucifer. It's really quite simple."
Setting him roughly upon his feet again, Mason gave a small shove forwards to continue. "You know I do this for all of you. Because once the horrors and pain are witnessed, they are old. Nothing new. You have potential, Lucifer." Steele, dragged the demon behind him quite literally as they proceeded on. "My grandfather was a Jew in the second world war, they marched him back and forth, back and forth. He once stood in the cold of minus twenty at the Sachsenhausen concentration camp for fourteen hours because someone escaped. They worked all day and after staying awake all night on those cobbles, they had to go back to work again. No one dared escape after that. For the sin of one, was endured by all."
Alas, like any teacher who taught classes at the school, he was full of his own secrets. Many of which lay beneath the surface. The reasons why Mason never rolled his sleeves up or had a shirt that hung at his collarbone. His was a family of bad luck, in most cases - or what he would say about it anyhow.
"He was a man. You're a demon. As much as you hate this, and myself, Lucifer - well, I need you to harness that. I need you to learn respect. For respect is returned and I'd like to see you as my student. Not as my task. A pupil who could become a master if only he understood that to learn one needs to know how to kneel."
madame moiselleHe kept up pace easily. Barely breaking sweat or seeming to even pant. Keeping rhythmic breath, as muscles bunched and released with every movement. Appearing not to register the cold, but retaining a grim, flat line of his lips. Ignoring most of the boy's bitter comments and harsh hisses, as Steele continued to run alongside him and every so often offer a word of support.
It was dull, repetitive, but Mason was hard to bore. The wolf, who rattled his chest in desperation to be let out was only satisfied by the physical exertion. An anger and bloodthirst that was beyond anything humans could even begin to comprehend. Something kept locked away for the reasons of organised anarchy on his own part.
He witnessed Lucifer beginning to slow, the whimpering as a stench of coppery crimson reached his nose. A few more minutes and the younger demon had collapsed after what Steele saw as a measly amount of time. "Get up." The werewolf demanded, unsympathetic in the way he grabbed the boy by the scruff and pulled him up. Glancing down at his bleeding soles, and the pieces of rock embedded into the weeping flesh. "Hmph. You haven't learnt your lesson, have you now? So keep running. The moments you stop running will be counted and deducted from your sleeping time. Are we clear? You respect me, and I'll respect you Lucifer. It's really quite simple."
Setting him roughly upon his feet again, Mason gave a small shove forwards to continue. "You know I do this for all of you. Because once the horrors and pain are witnessed, they are old. Nothing new. You have potential, Lucifer." Steele, dragged the demon behind him quite literally as they proceeded on. "My grandfather was a Jew in the second world war, they marched him back and forth, back and forth. He once stood in the cold of minus twenty at the Sachsenhausen concentration camp for fourteen hours because someone escaped. They worked all day and after staying awake all night on those cobbles, they had to go back to work again. No one dared escape after that. For the sin of one, was endured by all."
Alas, like any teacher who taught classes at the school, he was full of his own secrets. Many of which lay beneath the surface. The reasons why Mason never rolled his sleeves up or had a shirt that hung at his collarbone. His was a family of bad luck, in most cases - or what he would say about it anyhow.
"He was a man. You're a demon. As much as you hate this, and myself, Lucifer - well, I need you to harness that. I need you to learn respect. For respect is returned and I'd like to see you as my student. Not as my task. A pupil who could become a master if only he understood that to learn one needs to know how to kneel."
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