Aric, or better said the captain of the School for Boys, and Tedros' right hand, was currently patrolling the dark hallways of the school, which was like a medieval castle. He has just gotten out of the chambers after torturing some boys for their radical misbehavior leaving them in a miserable state as per usual.

He had his trusty rusty knife tied to the belt of his pants, ready and prepared for the next time that it will have to be wielded against an enemy or someone who thinks they come anywhere near close to Aric's strength.

His cold violet eyes pierced into the darkness while patrolling the hallways at this late hour of the night.

The night time may be his favorite time of the day, for the screams of torment and pain that filled his ears once the punishment time came around. Of course not all screamed, some just gritted their teeth and hissed under their breath but that were barely a couple, but most of them screamed, and that brought a sadistic smile on his face.

He was cruel there was no doubt, but beyond all this savage wild boys, he was the most disciplined one for self discipline is the most valuable of them all. He knew what hardship meant. Women tossing men to the side? Please. He has not once been dependent on a woman like all of these low mindless animals around him on the loose. Maybe long ago, once upon a time when he was just a little boy with no one else to take care of him, but even then he quickly adapted and learned how to survive. He was beyond intimidating, even the spikes of his hair resembled tiny deadly sharp needles. He felt no mercy for the weak, and the pitiful he despised like no other, not hesitating to kill such individuals when met with the oportunity.

He was terrible, he was evil, and in a world where you're not busy focusing on what's good and what's evil and instead focusing on something as stupid as gender, he was at his most power, for he could get his way without anyone suspecting a thing. But then again, who would have the guts to go against him?