The girlish perfume smells assaulted his senses making his head spin. He felt terribly cramped with all the books and toiletries and that accompanied him in the school bag. How he wish he could form words, so he could tell Rebecca to stop jumping around like a kangaduck. His body is all sore being tossed around so haphazardly.

There was a zipping sound and his little cocoon was bathed in bright light. Ahriman shielded his eyes and smiled at his Rebecca with anticipation of released from his torment.

"Shhhhhhhhh baby blue, you need to stop whining, if Professor Chorda finds you in there he is going to molt his feathers" Rebecca's voice was trying to be stern, but seeing the little blue demon's pouty face made her laugh.

Her revelry was shattered by a nasally, haughty screech, "GGWWAAAK! Rebecca you are in my class to learn, not to waste our time playing with your human trinkets!!!" Professor Chorda was in one of his foul moods, meaning his everyday mood.

Ahriman growled instinctively, "shhhhhhhhh" Rebecca was terrified she would be found out.

"GWAAK! Who exactly are you shushing girl? Do you have your assignment on {Ethereal Confluxes as they pertain to transversion through inter realm portals} completed or not?!" She could imagine his feathers all rustled up in anger.

"Yes sir, S-sorry sir I'm just a little nervous, let me find it in my bag", Professor Chorda always made her nervous staring at her with his beady malicious eyes.

She finally grasped the folder, "GWAAAKKK!! We haven't all day girl!!!" The vulture was standing perilously close behind her. The sudden shout made her jump, sending the folder and all its contents into the air. Rebecca scrambled to recoup her months long work.

"GWAAK! What is this, something is moving in your bag!" Chorda's voice as shrill as lightning strike.

"S-sir I can explain he is just a baby and cannot be left alone" Rebecca was frantic now, trying to extinguish the situation.

Professor Chorda stepped closer and opened her bag "Gwaak let's have a look what you have here" No sooner than he opened the bag slightly he was greeted by a maw of shark-like teeth. Which clamped down on his arm savagely, sinking into his flesh like daggers. 

He flailed his arm around trying to shake the little demon loose to no avail. "GWAAK GWAAK GWAAAAKK!!! Get this beast off of me!!!" Professor Chorda cried out desperately.

"Baby blue come to Becky" she made soothing cooing noises to calm the frightened demon. Eventually he unlatched his jaws and clamoured over to Rebecca, feathers still suck between his teeth.

"GWAAK! You are finished here I don't care what powerful family you belong to, finished !!!

 GWAAK!!" He rushed out of the classroom clutching his now mangled arm.

Rebecca just stroked Ahriman's fuzzy head softly singing to him. He began to purr in response and closed his eyes.

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Ahriman opened is eyes, the smell of decay and death permeated the chamber he inhabited. No time for rest, he had the unsettling task of informing The Sovereign of his failure to prevent Chrys from crossing into Aerieuntok. He was unsure on how she/they? Would receive the bad tidings. There has been a subtle shift in her demeanour recently; a sort of growing malignancy of her spirit.

As he approached her antechamber the sound of skittering was ever present. To Ahriman's eyes the sight of The Sovereign was jarring, seemingly lifeless she hung immobile in her webs. Emancipated and gaunt her face was devoid of any robustness. Upon Ahriman's entrance she opened her weary eyes and acknowledged him with a slight nod.

With much trepidation he addressed her, "My Sovereign.... Rebecca, I regret to inform you, that the wasp nuisance has eluded us. He is in Aerieuntok, I have devised a follow up plan of action."

his words were delivered with an uncharacteristically shaky voice 

There was a cacophony of chittering amongst the arachnid brood, the larger of them become very demonstrative and hissing aggressively. Ahriman swallowed nervously awaiting the Spider Wraith's response.

Her voice was a mere guttural wisp, like gossamer laced with the most deadliest of poison. Dread filled Ahriman's soul as it clawed its way to his ears along the tendrils of darkened silk that cascaded from her.

She pointed a clawed finger towards the largest of the spider creatures. "Taaakke AAhrimman doooo not-t disappoint meeeeee"

She then let out a mournful sigh, as she exhaled shadows billowed out from her mouth. The ichor coalesced around her like a loving groom, caressing her skin. She began to breathe erratically, as if being aroused by an unseen lover. With her excited gasps more shadows flowed from her breasts and vagina. It spilled leisurely onto the ground beneath her; where it began to take shape into another of their eight legged offspring. Exhaustion then overcame her body and she slumped limp against her silky bindings.

Suddenly horrified Ahriman slowly backed out of the chamber. He was unable to control the shaking of his body, dizziness overtook him as his vision faded.

After staggering a few metres, he was brought back to his senses by the sound of emphatic muttering. Chorda, still wrapped in his cocoon-like tomb was frantic. Ahriman shambled over to the Vulturian, "sooo you wish to impart some wisdom to me, professor" disdain emphasizing the last word as he spit it out vehemently. "I'll cut the gag, but you better be careful with your words, the next slice might be your traitorous throat buzzzzard"

With the muzzle now loose, Chorda wasn't wasting any time. His voice a whispering scream, "Gwaak! Can't you see she is losing herself to the Shadow. It's taking more of her with every passing moment. If you truly care for her you must DO SOMETHING!"

As the words left his beak, it was replaced by the ominous cresting wave of baneful chittering growing louder and louder

Ahriman's face was a paradox of illusionary confidence and abject terror.

"Hmmmmm" was the response as he rapidly abandoned Chorda to his fate. Behind him the sound of plaintive whimpering morphed into frantic Gwaaking, then pitiful screams