1 year before Sabrina's dark baptism
On the tips of his toes, Khelfin sneaked inside the Academy of Unseen Arts. On his face was a mischieveous smile, still enjoying whatever had happened right before.
"Unable to sleep, mr Kjolmar?"
Caught a little offguard, Khelfin frowned and pinched his emerald green eyes when he heard this formal voice that he recognized all too well.
Khelfin Kjolmar, firstborn son of the great warlock Aleister Kjolmar, found himself caught on sight as he turned around and stood eye to eye with the High Priest. He nervously combed his hair backwards with his right hand.
"Apologies, Father Blackwood. I was merely..."
"At the Spellman Mortuary, yes, I know. It seems your more fleshly adventures with the weird sisters are not enough to satisfy your needs. Flirt with whoever you want but be cautious about who you are seen with. While Zelda and Hilda are respected members of the Church of Night, that boy you keep seeing is spellbound to those grounds for a reason."
Blackwood placed one hand on Khelfin's shoulder.
"Under my leadership of the church, a young warlock like yourself has high potential, mr Kjolmar. I have big ideas for our male population."
Khelfin nodded and remained silent for a moment. Sometimes he wondered if the High Priest knew about his involvement regarding the Vatican.
"I appreciate your faith in me, Father Blackwood."
Blackwood smiled and wished the young warlock goodnight.
As he left, he turned around once more with a smile on his face.
"Oh and Khelfin?" he asked, less formal this time. "I think you made the weird sisters a little jaleous. It was them who ratted you out tonight."
On the tips of his toes, Khelfin sneaked inside the Academy of Unseen Arts. On his face was a mischieveous smile, still enjoying whatever had happened right before.
"Unable to sleep, mr Kjolmar?"
Caught a little offguard, Khelfin frowned and pinched his emerald green eyes when he heard this formal voice that he recognized all too well.
Khelfin Kjolmar, firstborn son of the great warlock Aleister Kjolmar, found himself caught on sight as he turned around and stood eye to eye with the High Priest. He nervously combed his hair backwards with his right hand.
"Apologies, Father Blackwood. I was merely..."
"At the Spellman Mortuary, yes, I know. It seems your more fleshly adventures with the weird sisters are not enough to satisfy your needs. Flirt with whoever you want but be cautious about who you are seen with. While Zelda and Hilda are respected members of the Church of Night, that boy you keep seeing is spellbound to those grounds for a reason."
Blackwood placed one hand on Khelfin's shoulder.
"Under my leadership of the church, a young warlock like yourself has high potential, mr Kjolmar. I have big ideas for our male population."
Khelfin nodded and remained silent for a moment. Sometimes he wondered if the High Priest knew about his involvement regarding the Vatican.
"I appreciate your faith in me, Father Blackwood."
Blackwood smiled and wished the young warlock goodnight.
As he left, he turned around once more with a smile on his face.
"Oh and Khelfin?" he asked, less formal this time. "I think you made the weird sisters a little jaleous. It was them who ratted you out tonight."