<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Solomon</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>The Dark Prince</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Orientation...it happened every year, and every year Death gave the same speech and the same show. However, not once did Sol doubt the lord’s claims. People <em>did</em> die, and Death <em>did</em> collect, but Sol didn’t intend on dying anytime soon—at least not in such a school. He would die fulfilling his mission and purpose. As he sat in the dining hall snagging cuts of rare beef between his teeth, dark eyes swept from one new face to the next. Eyes that burned like hot brands examined his new contenders, silently sizing them up and contemplating their might. <em>Weak. Weak. Weak. Formidable...we-</em><br/><br/>Sol had been draining a mug of ale [<em>because laws don’t apply to villains :p</em>] when his eyes brushed over the face of a girl whose hair was like fire or more like the backside of a trembling fawn. She didn’t belong here. He could not only see it, but he was certain he could smell the <em>good</em> exuding from her every pore. Slowly lowering the mug, his mind threw him another suspicion. There was no way that such a goodie-two-shoes would have been admitted to such a wicked school. They would have eaten her alive the moment she stepped from the carriage. It was a façade...that was different...This girl was clever, very clever. His eyes narrowed. She had gotten his heart jogging, and he wasn’t exactly sure if it was fear or excitement.<br/><br/><em>You don’t fool me, girl</em>, he thought before the edge of his mouth quirked sharply like a blade before he resumed his drinking.<br/><br/>The swear-ins were made and every time he heard the oath, he could feel his back tingling as he recalled the pain that he had felt that night. It had felt like mutilation. He swore that the flesh of his back had been like shredded rags after, but it had been an illusion.</span>