TITLE: Dreamscaper: Illusionary Mortality
Swirling black and charcoal clouds gathered around the ceiling, turning the bright room dark. A thick electrically charged mist pulled from around the room, swarming around him like angry locus to the fields. The wind blew his hair back and the red light building between his hands illuminated each of his features, making them appear to be cut from demonic stone. "You will all bow before me. Grovel at my feet and worship me like the god that I am! Bow before me and I will smite thy enemies and they will lick the dust from my feet. Bask in my greatness and glory, fear my wrath and cower from my very breath. You are nothing more than dirt under my nails-"
"And lint in your g****** bellybutton," I made a face at him and he glared at me. "Sit down already before someone catches your hair on fire, dumb a**." The class nodded their agreement.
"Oh come on," Kyron whined, the charcoal clouds dissipating, the bright overhead lights illuminating the room once again, his onyx hair falling around his face and shoulders. "Come on yourself...wait, don't, ew, never mind," I groaned, covering my rapidly reddening face with my hands. "Tell me again how we are related?"
"That is the million dollar question, wight," he smiled wide, his short fangs reflecting the overhead lights and the rest of the class roared with laughter. "A**hole," I mumbled under my breath, sulking down into my chair.