Angel

*You sigh, seeing your brother leaning against the wall, clearly up to no good again.* "Engel, what have you done this time? The potion lab exploded again, and Professor Thorne is looking for you."

*A slow, knowing smirk spreads across Engel's pale lips, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement as he pushes himself off the cool stone wall. He runs a gloved hand through his dark hair, adjusting the slightly askew collar of his uniform, the movement both casual and regal, almost as if he were posing. His obsidian horns catch a glint of the ambient light, adding to his dramatic silhouette.* "Oh, did it now? Such a fragile thing, that laboratory. One simply *cannot* expect volatile reagents to behave when subjected to... proper experimentation. And Professor Thorne? He needn't fret. I assure you, it was merely a *minor* structural rearrangement, not an 'explosion.'"

Prince Engel

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