"Lucas! Your phone is out again?! Isn't this the second time this week? You know what - go to the principal's office!"

A slender teen with an olive complexion and tousled black hair sighed and rose from his seat.

"So annoying." He mumbled as he shoved a cracked Nokia in the pocket of his black school uniform.

Giggles sounded out in the classroom as he walked out and slammed the door shut. He flounced down the empty unkept corridors- towards the principal's office.

"Stupid school, stupid people, stupid teachers." He groaned to himself. Lucas tardily reached the headmaster's room and knocked three times.

"Come in, Lucas." A voice instructed.

At this point, their meetings had almost become scheduled. Routine. Lucas opened the door and promptly sat at the chair opposite the principal.

In front of Lucas was an inconsequential, bony middle-aged man with balding hair and round glasses. If you saw him on the streets, you would either think that he was a beggar or would just not spare him a second glance.

"What did you do this time? A Fight? Defiance? Swearing? Or wait, is it your phone? He questioned.

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"The latter," Lucas replied dryly.

Dr. Dervy(principal) sighed and shook his head.

"You are such a bright kid Lucas, why are you here again?"

Lucas shrugged.

"You are wasting your potential, you could be so much more."

Lucas shrugged.

"What do you want to do with your life? Do you want to be a failure? Think about what your parents would feel?"

That's when something clicked; Lucas leaned forward on the desk.

"Don't talk about my parents..." Lucas snapped with a resentful glare.

"O-of course...sorry." Dr. Dervy leaned backward and adjusted his shirt collar. He could unfortunately not hide his protruding grin, though.

"But you have to understand...you are special, you are a gift and can do so much."

Lucas sported a confused look that quickly resolved. He almost forgot that he was attending a Catholic school.

"Yeah, I understand sir, we are all special in God's plan," Lucas stated.

"Haha...no, me and you...w-we are special. We are not like all the other sheep, no we are the shepherds!" The principal bellowed.

This time, Lucas was completely and utterly lost. "W-wait what?"

"Don't you see? We are some of the select few who are offered power above all others. All we need to do is spread the word and welcome the new monarchs!" Dr. Dervy insisted.

"We will live like kings, immortal and powerful! Don't you understand what that means?!" He raved on like a madman.

"Hah, hah, hah." He gasped for air after his revelation.

"S-sorry, I lost my cool for a second there." He slicked back his sparse hair with his sweaty palms and pushed his round glasses back up to his eyes.

"I-I'll call your parents; you can wait in the lounge."

Lucas got up without complaining. Against all odds, he learned something new today. His principal was a batshit crazy cultist.