Lure Academy

“Oh. So that’s the problem,” said Alexi. It was clear he didn’t quite understand why or how.

“You don’t get it. The new cambions must be chosen by senior students who will work with them to help them discover their powers and control them.” She raised her eyes to meet his. “No one is going to choose me.”

Alexi’s dark eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why would you think something like that?”

Sophie huffed, hating the fact that he was making her explain the obvious. “Have you even looked at me?” She found the dumbfounded look on his face annoying, so she rose to her feet to emphasize her point. “I’m huge compared to all the other girls here! To make things worse, the hetaerae made me wear this joke of a dress that barely covers anything!” She was so angry and frustrated that fresh, hot tears started running down her cheeks again.

Alexi raised an eyebrow and took his time to study her. She was clearly upset, but, for the life of him, he still couldn’t quite comprehend why. He took in the way the revealing white dress hugged her plump body in all the right places. Yes, it was true that it lifted her heavy breasts and didn’t do much to cover her nipples, but he didn’t see anything wrong with that. His cock twitched in approval. His eyes followed the wavy line of her thick waist, and traveled down her round hips. The large skirt covered her legs, so he wondered just how long they were. He had to readjust his position on the bench to relieve some of the pressure in his tight jeans.

“All I see is a hot cambion who’s going to make a killing in there.”

Sophie looked at him as if he was a new sort of stupid. He stood up, took her chin between his fingers, and started dabbing her cheeks with a new wipe.

“The dress fits you perfectly, Sophie. You’re beautiful and sexy, and I can already feel the soft wave of your aura, of your inner demon that can’t wait to rise to the surface. I’ve seen many new cambions and, believe me, their magic wasn’t as evident as it’s yours right now.” The tips of his fingers caressed her jaw and moved down to her neck. “If I can feel it, then the other senior students will feel it too, and they will fight to make you their apprentice. Stop worrying that no one will choose you. By the end of the ceremony, you might just end up being the one who’ll have to make a choice.”

Sophie looked into his eyes and smiled. She had no idea how, but this guy could almost convince her. He was a stranger to her, but the soft touch of his fingers burned her skin.

“Shall we go inside now?” he asked.

His fingers were suddenly gone, and the pores on her neck sizzled. She could think straight again. “Yes…”

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Sophie was sitting in her soft, velvet covered chair on the low stage in front of the immense room. There were three other new cambions by her side, one girl and two boys, and she was the last in the row. She tried to keep her back straight, her feet firmly planted on the floor, and her hands relaxed on the armrests, although she was painfully aware that her palms were sweating and her fingers were gripping the wooden edges. With so many eyes on her, she was amazed she hadn’t fainted yet.

The ball room in Septentrio was absolutely majestic. The golden chandelier hanging off the tall ceiling illuminated it perfectly, sending clear, silvery light even in the smallest, most obscure corners of the room. The round tables filled with glasses of wine and large plates of delicious appetizers had been pushed closer to the walls to make room for dancing and socializing in the middle. Next to the stage, there was the large table destined to the incubi and succubi. As much as she wanted to move her gaze to her left to study them, Sophie was paralyzed by her own emotions. There must have been over one hundred cambions in the ball room, juniors and seniors, and their intense looks and light chatter made it impossible for her to focus on anything, or think clearly. Lamia was the one who had eventually told her the whole point of the Midnight Ceremony was, in fact, for the senior students who wanted to mentor to choose an apprentice. Apparently, she hadn’t told her before because she hadn’t known how. Usually, the Mi

dnight Ceremony was held once a month, or even once every two months, depending on how many new cambions were brought to the Academy. It so happened that Sophie had arrived just in time for this one, which had been scheduled two weeks ago for the three other cambions who had arrived before Sophie. Lamia had also been afraid that she’d only scare her roommate if she told her, which, indeed, happened and led to Sophie storming out to get some fresh air and clear her mind.

“Dear students and colleagues, I thank you for joining me at the Midnight Ceremony to welcome our new juniors.”

Lilith’s smooth voice snapped Sophie out of her thoughts. The beautiful succubus was standing near the stage, and Sophie could almost smell her intense perfume. The headmistress was wearing a long, green dress, the corset squeezing her thin waist in a vice grip and making her breasts almost pop out of it. Her red hair was pulled up in an intricate bun.

“Allow me to introduce these beautiful, young people who will become your colleagues and, for some of you, your apprentices.” She turned towards the four cambions on the stage, and started with the girl at the other end of the row. “May Clayborn.”

Sophie stole a glance at the girl. She stood up, took a step forward, and made a small bow. She was blonde and bubbly, and the huge smile on her face told Sophie May had been prepared for this whole thing. She had known what was expected of her, unlike Sophie, who had to try and follow the others’ lead. It was just her retarded luck.

“Robert Rivers,” continued Lilith after the cambions in the ball room stopped applauding May and her cute gesture.

Robert, a tall, dark haired young man, stood up, but didn’t do anything special.

“Benjamin Reza.”

When the brown-haired guy with sparkling green eyes and a cocky smirk on his lips only nodded his head without standing up, Sophie figured she could sit down as well. The cambions clapped their hands in enthusiasm and a group of girls welcomed Ben with a loud cheer.

“Sophie La Volpilliére.”

That was it, her name. A cold drop of sweat made its way down her spine, and Sophie gripped the edges of the armrests tighter, trying to prevent her body from trembling too visibly. She nodded her head just like Ben did and hoped it would be enough. She heard some people clapping and recognized Lamia’s voice as she cheered.

Lilith waited for the applause and cheers to settle down before she continued. “All of you here already know how the ceremony will unfold, so I’m just going to explain the steps to our new cambions.” She turned to the young students on the stage, a pleasant, honest smile plastered on her red, sensual lips. “Some of our juniors and seniors have prepared gifts for you, so each of them will come and place their gift at your feet.” Her green, intense gaze moved from one face to another, and eventually stopped on Sophie’s slightly teary eyes. “Thus, our mentors will have enough time to decide who they want as their apprentices. As you can see, there are four glass goblets at your feet. This is where the mentors will place their claim rings. The moment you take a claim ring and put it on your finger, you pledge your acceptance to become the mentor’s apprentice.”

Sophie tried to exhale softly, as she realized she had been holding her breath for the past few seconds and her chest was starting to feel the uncomfortable pressure.

“You must know that the mentors have been chosen from among our most successful senior students, so whoever chooses you as their apprentice, you will be in good hands. Your mentor will assist you through your first months at Lure Academy. Together, you will establish at least one private session per week, during which your mentor will help you bring your own personal magic to light. The purpose of these special sessions is to release your personal demon from the chains of your human consciousness, and learn how to control it.” Lilith fixed her gaze on each of the new cambions one more time, as if she were inviting them to ask any questions. None of them even flinched. “All right, I think we are ready. Let the Midnight Ceremony begin!”

Sophie tried to relax her shoulders and look around her. The worst was yet to come, she knew that, but the tension was starting to give her cramps in muscles she didn’t know she had. A couple of people approached the stage to leave small, neatly wrapped boxes in front of May, Robert, and Ben. She figured everyone at Lure knew them already, since they had been here longer. She only knew Lamia. No, scratch that. She also knew Kain and Alexi. Even though she hadn’t spent more than five minutes with them, it did count as knowing them, right? She tried to spot them in the crowd, but she couldn’t find them. She saw Lamia walking towards the stage, carrying a white box.

“Hey there,” Lamia said. “You’re doing great.” She set the small box at Sophie’s feet, then took a step back and gave her an encouraging smile.