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5 YEARS AGO.
“You’re a monster!”
The voice cried out from the grass surface.
The teenager was crying and throwing a tantrum which Flame thinks is stupid. Which it is.
This is stupid.
All of this is.
The tears that’s running down its- his face is stupid.
The blood on Flame’s hand is stupid.
The burnt skin on both of them are stupid.
He’s stupid.
Flame did nothing wrong.
He didn’t do anything wrong.
He just wanted to be left alone.
It was his fault!
Him! Not Flame!
Or was it?
Was it his fault?
oh no.
What did Flame do?
What the hell did he do?
“What are you doing?!”
A voice suddenly called out and then a pair of arms—adult—held his arms. The grip was harsh. It hurt. It hurt the 15-year-old.
Flame didn’t like pain. It made him feel uneasy. Dirty. Filthy.
He growled and in a blink of an eye, his nails scratched at whatever he could get his hands on. His feet thrashed against anything and everything and he could feel more adults nuisances coming in to grab Flame’s body from the people he hurt.
But Flame didn’t hurt them.
They hurt him.
They hurt him first.
But..
But why did Flame feel a weird feeling in his stomach?
.
“He’s uncontrollable.”
Were the words Flame heard from outside the room. Flame had to bite his lip and restrain himself to not go and beat the hell out of that principal because he wasn’t. He wasn’t.
His brother, Mane was in the room. He was supposed to be getting ready for his entrance exam. He shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t be dealing with Flame’s problem mess small fight. A few hours since the fight, he was sent home and calmed down with the help of ManePear.
Right after, they went back to school.
Flame didn’t know why.
It was better for him to stay home anyways.
Why would they risk another innocent student getting hurt because of Flame? Flame was the problem. That’s what he learnt.
He was the monster.
“This is the 4th scuffle this month. We do not tolerate this type of behaviour at Strength’s Junior School. I’m sorry. But Flame he- he is dangerous and his unstable attitude is not what we want to encourage for others.”
Flame felt his blood run cold at those words.
Expelled…? He could feel tears bunching up at the corners of his eyes. His best friend—Jaden—was next to him, a hand around his shoulders as he tries to calm Flame down.
He was expelled.
Expelled means he has to leave the school.
Leaving the school means leaving Jaden.
His best friend since childhood.
He didn’t want to leave him.
He didn’t want to leave Jaden.
“Its okay..” He felt Jaden whisper close into his dreads and Flame couldn’t help but lean more into Jaden, pulling his knees closer to his chest as if to hide from the world. But not from Jaden. Never from him.
“So you’re expelling him because you want to keep the reputation of your stupid middle school?” Mane’s voice cut through Flame’s heated daze of sadness and anxiety all at once. And for once after all those scuffles and meetings Mane had with the principal—he had hope.
“Well- yes, but-“
“Then there is no negotiation here. Me and Flame will discuss this personally and we will decide if your school is worth the saving or not. Understand that shit clear and glassy, d‘right?” Mane didn’t give time for the sorry-excuse of a principal to reply before aggressively standing up from the chair and walking out the principal’s room.
The blonde-haired dread head looked to his side to see his little brother curled up against his best friend. Mane felt his heart sink. He knew Flame had seem a little off these past few months. But this.. out-of-hand incident could possibly confirm Mane’s suspicions.
Flame didn’t seem to notice his presence since he was too caught up in Jaden’s so Mane decided to look at the black-haired teen first. Jaden gave Mane a slight nod as if knowing precisely what Mane wanted him to do.
“Flame.” Jaden called out softly. Flame’s quite sobs stopped abruptly before he looked up. The black-haired man paused once before sighing and cupping Flame’s face in his hands. “We.. we’re best friends, right?”
Flame freezes, then nods as he looks at Jaden suspiciously. Flame’s guts were churning with a bad feeling.
“I.. and best friends would do whatever it takes for the other to be great.” Jaden continued. “So, I.. I really hope we can see each other in the future. At least once.” Jaden pressed his forehead against Flame’s. “That’s my wish.”
Flame froze. Like actually froze. What..? What does Jaden mean- unless..
Flame whipped his head around to turn to Mane. “Mane! You- you cant be serious, bro! I cant change schools!” Flame shouted, not caring about the other students, teachers or parents passing by.
Mane took in a breath before he started talking. “Flam-“ But Flame cut him off. The anger that resided from earlier rose in his chest again. It was an ugly feeling if Flame dared to say. It was heavy and felt like tons of pressure pressed into his chest up till his mouth.
“No! You cant! You cant take me away from him!” Flame shouted, his tears came back in full force now. Flame guesses that the anger this time, came with a friend.
A friend Flame knows very well.
“Flame. I'm doing what’s best for you. This schoo-“
“I don’t care about the school!” Flame let out a growl so intense that even Jaden flinched. Said teen stood up to try and comfort Flame but the Nether-Born only slapped his hand away, pointing a finger straight at his chest.
“Don’t even try it! You- we've been friends since I started walking! Why the fuck would you let me go so fucking easily?!” Flame snarled and Mane snapped.
“Flame!” Flame froze at Mane’s voice. His brother only rarely raises his voice, and when he does—it could make even the largest of men stop in their tracks.
Flame turned around slowly. “What.” He deadpanned. His voice neutral but carrying undertones of deep sadness and anger. Why was he so angry?
“It isn't Jaden's fault. Now come on, don’t make a scene.” Mane straightened his back and placed a hand on Flame’s back, guiding him out of the school building and Flame couldn’t help the dawn of realization that came over him.
He looked back once, saw Jaden’s face and Flame couldn't help himself. He surged forward to hug the taller male.
“Im sorry.” Flame muttered before pulling away and going back to walk at Mane’s side. He looked back just one more time before he walked out of the building entrance. He waved his hand and spelled out something with his hands. 'Bye.'
Jaden stood in front of the principal's office in disbelief. It was all so quick for him but he mustered up all the energy he could before responding to Flame.
'Bye, Flame.'
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“Flame has BPD.”
Mane raised an eyebrow, a protective arm around Flame’s shoulders. “What’s that.” He asked bluntly. The psychiatrist sighed as if saying ‘oh boy! Here we go again, another clueless guardian!’ and Flame already felt something simmering.
But he held back.
Keep it cool, Flame. Keep it cool. The psychiatrist continued. “BPD, or Borderline Personality Disorder is a mental disorder.”
The silence would be really awkward if it wasn’t for how Flame was gripping the edge of the chair so tight. They be hiring anyone this days, bro. And his brother—Mane seemed to be thinking the same thing.
“Oh wow. I seriously didn't know that.” Mane deadpans, also probably ready to hit this stupid excuse of a psychiatrist with a pan. Said psychiatrist cleared his throat before continuing. “It’s a mental disorder that is often characterized with emotional instability, impulsive behaviour and much more. Flame has shown heighten activities of sudden bursts of aggression that is actively acted on instinct and impulse.”
Mane nodded and looked at Flame as if Flame was going to faint from this information.
Which he is not going to, by the way.
Okay, all things aside. Flame knew something was up with him. It wasn’t really much of a surprise.
“It might also seem that Flame could also have signs of eating disorder.”
Okay nevermind.
Mane raised an eyebrow, higher than the last. Just like Flame, he did not expect this excess information about his little brother. “Eating disorders?”
The psychiatrist nodded. “Yes. You mentioned that Flame sometimes skips meals, correct?” Mane nodded. “That’s a sign of eating disorders. Flame, do you intentionally skip?”
Flame flinched at suddenly being called. The Nether-Born looked down at his hands. His wrists were thin. He knew if he traced his arm, he would clearly feel the outline of his bones.
“No.” Flame decided to say. “I just forget sometimes because of.. of exercising.” The psychiatrist raised his chin, gesturing for Flame to continue. Flame gulped. “There’s nothing else.”
The doctor raised an eyebrow. “Skipping meals because you’re too focused is a sign, Flame.” Both brother’s body still, tensing as if discovering something new. He still continued. “Flame. Do you feel the need to exercise more anytime you accidentally skip a session? Or to continue doing so even if you're ill or have an injury? Or maybe you prioritize it over sleep? Meals? Studies? Social life?”
Flame held back a flinch.
He let out a shaky breath before answering.
“Yes.”
“To which question?”
“All of them.”
The psychiatrist looks up to Mane. “Does that answer your question then?” Mane grimaces before nodding in agreement.
“Yes.”
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4 YEARS LATER…
Flame looked around his new campus in adoration.
It was certainly bigger than it was in all the pictures and flyers he’s seen but that wasn’t particularly the reason why he was so amazed.
He finally got into his dream university and Flame couldn’t be more excited.
The city was much bigger than the small village him and his brother, Mane, grew up in. Which… in contrast was pretty small. There were also so many different people and hybrids. Flame couldn’t help but feel more comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time.
He gazed at the unusually long hallways and staircases and halls… It was almost nerve-racking. But Flame couldn’t complain. He wanted this. He chose this. He sacrificed time and sleep for this just for the sole purpose of studying and getting the slightest chance to pass the entrance exam. He had to get through it.
Even if it means having to socialize.
The first thing Flame noticed was how the rest of the students were looking at him weirdly with stares that looked like he was getting judged top to bottom, left and right, and honestly? Flame was used to it.
You see, Flame was a nether tiger-demon hybrid. Nether-Borns are super rare these days ever since the nether had been shut off, especially hybrids. If it wasn’t for the live fact that Nether-Borns—like him—was alive, the nether would be an old childhood story, always ready and always at the hip of parents to scare their kids to bed.
But fortunately, Flame was alive and breathing. Their blood is ancient and overall, Nether-Borns have a powerful line of ancestry. But Flame isn’t all about that royal life. He was raised in poverty and he will keep living like he was in poverty.
By doing everything in his power to get what he needs and occasionally, wants.
He shoots some people a glare, not caring whether they were older or younger than him like the rebellious fella he is. He keeps walking down the giant and tall hall, shoulders just slightly hunched and back bent like he was trying not to draw attention to himself. Which, he kind of was.
“Just keep walking...” He mutters to himself. He carefully tucks away his fiery tail in between his legs, laying it down low and as still as it can get because if Flame was being honest, it was probably the most expressive part of his body other than his eyes.
Right. His eyes.
That added was probably another reason why people looked at him weirdly. Even outside of his village people still look at him weird because of it. Yeah, he knows blindfolds aren’t really a trend or anything and it just makes him look like an oddball but, come on. He just saw someone with bright green hair walking by earlier and they didn’t even get a single glance, damn it!
Flame grumbles and looked to the ground and being the stupid demon, he is— he bumps into someone. Said someone let out a soft ‘oof!’ before Flame felt the guy—he thinks it’s a guy. Probably—fall on his ass. Flame flinches and internally panics.
Fuck. First day and you’re just killing it, Flame! Flame tried to let out his most nonchalant pose before clearing his throat and giving out a hand towards the guy, not daring to look at him just in case he breaks his cool-guy persona. “Uh. Sorry.”
Oh yeah, I already broke it. Flame grimaces internally.
“It’s alright. I don’t mind.” The voice that responded was soft and high-pitched for a young adult in university and Flame finally builds up his courage and looked down at the male on the floor.
He had soft, almost fluffy brown hair, yellow eyes that really obviously screamed ‘kind’ and wore a white button up and yellow cardigan right over it, topping it off with dark brown trousers and black dress shoes. I’d bet 20$ his socks were up to his knees. He also looked simple enough for Flame to realize the guy was probably a normal human being.
“Sorry. I didn’t see where I was going.” Flame grumbled, still mad at his idiocy of bumping into a dude and making said dude fall 10 minutes after just walking through this humongous campus. The guy let out a laugh before taking Flame’s hand and helping himself up. “Hey, I already told you It’s okay. I get the pressure. First time?”
Flame’s jaw almost opened like a cartoon character at the straight facts coming out of the man’s mouth. How did he know it was his first time? Was he a stalker? Was he stalking Flame? Flame knows he’s cool and awesome but that’s low even for him.
The guy seemed to have read his mind or something because he only laughs again with that stupid voice of his and managed to read Flame like an open book. “Sorry. I have a major in psychology. Most freshmen here tend to act nervous and try to act indifferent in feeling so. Any who, I’m Lomedy.”
And suddenly, it was ehem- Lomedy’s turn to hold out his hand and Flame almost felt like he was being mocked or something. The Nether-Born only huffed before taking the shorter male’s hand and shaking it hesitantly. “Flame. FlameFrags, but you can call me Flame.” And Flame swears he almost stutters over his words. But he kept his cool this time, he learns from his mistakes, okay?
Lomedy smiles at him before nodding. “Right, right. Flame. That’s a fitting name.” Lomedy looked at him, from the first strand of his hair to the remnants of gum at the sole of his old ass shoes. And Flame felt slightly offended at the words of little old psychology major dude. Flame wanted to scoff.
Is he mocking me? Is it because I emit fire? What if it’s just because I’m like, hot or something. Temperature wise of course.
Flame desperately wanted to lash out like he usually does but he made a promise to Mane to get his shit together at least for the first few days of his new university life and he begrudgingly agreed to that. Seriously, what was past Flame thinking?
Oh fuck it.
“Yeah, okay. So, are you just here to mock me or will you move aside, bro?” Flame snarled, baring his teeth. The yellow dude suddenly looked panic and started waving his hands rather enthusiastically—at least in Flame’s perspective. Who knows? The guy might be dancing or something and Flame judged him out of mediocrity.
“Oh no! No! No! No! Not at all. Did I come off as that..?” Lomedy lifted a hand up, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly as a slight blush dusted his freckled cheeks. “Uh. Yeah, bro.” Flame bluntly said. Lomedy bowed over and over again as if saying sorry multiple times and Flame swears he got more looks than usual.
“Im so sorry! I really didn’t know. Ehm, if it’s possible maybe I can show you around before your lesson’s start. When’s your first class?” Lomedy offered. Flame thought about it. It wasn’t that bad of a deal, really, his first class was at 9am. It was still 7am. And plus, the campus was super big with like, 3 different buildings and 3 different dormitories for each one.
“Uh, 2 more hours ahead.” Lomedy smiles at him. “Great! Mine’s at 10. And.. 2 hours is enough for at least this building. So, uh, let’s go!” Lomedy starts marching up to the ends of the hallways and Flame couldn’t help but follow suit.
And just after 10 minutes of walking, Flame was already tired. This might’ve been a bad idea after all.
.
He really underestimated the size of the campus.
Flame rushed towards his lecture hall. His bag was on one shoulder and his books were basically dropping one by one and leaving a trail of a student murder case if it wasn’t for his deathly tight grip on them.
Flame should’ve known not to trust Lomedy all that well. Overall, the guy was pretty great. He was really nice actually. He was super friendly to Flame and didn’t judge every time he asked a stupid question but he is a really, and Flame means a really over-the-top person and now the Nether-Born was 10 minutes late.
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! NO WAY IM LATE ON THE FIRST DAY BRO. The demons in Flame’s head kept screaming at him to run faster and Flame swears on his brother’s life—because ain’t no way was he risking his own. He’s too macho for that—that his ankles were about to get twisted and pop off like a drag queen on a runaway show.
Or the blow of people’s body parts at a firework show gone wrong.
Okay what the fuck are these demons on.
Flame grunted and slammed the door basically opened as he was awfully aware of the hundred yard stare the other students—that were already seated and have their notebooks all proper and shiny out—were giving him.
If Flame wasn’t exhausted and panting and huffing like a dog in heat then he would've given all of them each a personal glare and a middle finger maybe even a generational curse if he was feeling nice.
“And here he is.” His train of thoughts were cut off by the professor’s voice and Flame already felt his future in poverty without an education coming pretty soon if this sorry excuse of a teacher keeps talking. “The first start of your freshmen year and you’re already late. By,”
The old man generously took his time with bringing up his watch—which was probably from the 19th century but who knows, am I right? —In front of his face, tilting his stupid rectangular glasses just to look at the time when he very clearly has a phone right next to him.
Oh my gosh this kid bro.. Flame felt himself chewing on his already chapped bottom lip. It was a habit. Every time he felt nervous or in this case—mad, this was his next course of action. Well, other than punching the nearest thing he can get his hands on of course.
But he really isn't allowed to.
Unless he wants to get kicked out.
Flame realizes that’s not as bad as an option as a normal person would think. But you should know by now that Flame,
is not a normal person.
Technically.
Flame was mad and angry and mad all at the same time and yet right before he was about to retort with something really cool, the old man had to keep running his stupid stanky mouth that smelled like 1000 year old gum that got stepped and trampled on by a bunch of unkept horses.
“And take off that blindfold young man. Keep those flames in your tail in check too. Seriously, why do you Nether-Borns still exist anyways?”
All right. He’s getting it. But right before Flame wanted to beat that bitch-ass professor into a pulp of flesh and blood he was unfortunately interrupted. Again. For like, the third time today. But this time it wasn’t by a bloody old professor or by an award-achieving goody two shoes.
“Yo. Is this the right class?” An unfamiliar voice said.
A shiver involuntarily ran down Flame’s spine. Not because he was scared—Flame’s never scared—but because of the sheer audacity the dude had with shoving an already ready-to-combust-and-commit-arson Flame and entering the class like he owned the world!
“Oh.” The professor’s ass seemed to come to his senses as his glasses almost fell to the ground. He fixed them—which was disappointing for Flame. He hoped to see the guy humiliate himself in front of the entire class—and looked at the dude, his jaw wide open and gaping.
But it wasn’t only the teacher. Flame looked up to see the variety of different students—jocks, cheerleaders, goths, nerds, all of the sorts—to also look at the guy in admiration.
Flame was actually confused now.
It was just a dude. What the hell could be so eye-gasming that would make the professor and even the most nonchalant of students look at him like a shiny, fallen star?
So, Flame finally thought of and did a reasonable thing ever since he got here and finally, finally looked at the guy.
And in an instant just one glance caught him off guard.
Mid-length purple hair, cut and styled into waves of perfection, a section of it was held up by an accessory. His eyes were a unique gold. Different colors, bright and muted swirled into what you’d think was gold.
But Flame’s knew better.
Not to mention, his unnatural pale skin that made him look almost ghostly and deadly white. His features were sharp and calculated even if his posture was relaxed.
His style was all elegant but casual at the same time which didn’t make sense for little ol’ Flame who routinely picks and wears the first hoodie and pants he sees in his closet this morning.
Studs of gold and a ‘W’ earring was on each of those pointed ears and you’d think the rest of him wasn’t all that glammy.
But it was exactly the same.
His slim neck was adored with a thin chain of gold and the loose gold bracelet on each hand perfectly contrasted against that skin. It makes Flame curious and want to know what the sad backstory between gold and this guy is to make him basically bathe in it.
But what caught Flame’s blindfolded eyes was the two curvy and regal horns on each side of his head.
Transitioning from a muted dark blue to a vibrant purple. They looked sturdy and tough, almost like a crown sitting atop his head. This was a dragon. An end dragon to be specific. But what confused Flame was that he had an end demon’s tail. Maybe he was a hybrid?
Okay, Flame saw the dude and looked really close at him and he means really closely, and honestly?
He still doesn’t get it.
“W-wemmbu.” The professor finally manages to catch his breath. Wemmbu? Flame repeated in his head. So that was his name. Pretty weird if you’d ask him, sounds like a nickname you’d hear at a your local kindergarten day care.
The guy tilted his head once, and grinned. Slow and almost sinister. Flame’s blood almost grew cold and he swore he would’ve frozen to death if he wasn’t made of fire. The guy was.. eerie. In a sense of.. Flame struggled to find the words to describe him.
Other-worldly?
Terrifying?
Familiar?
“Sir.. Jaquavis? Jack-o-vis?” The dude replied, with a tone that would probably get Flame a beating to death by a slipper if he used that against his mama.
“Uh, Jackson.. Sir. Jackson, Wemmbu, sir-“
“Yeah, yeah. I don’t care. Where do I sit?” Flame could basically feel the squeals of a group of girls right up his veins as Wemmbu waved his hand right in front of the professor’s half-blind eyes, telling him to shut up and kill himself while he’s at it. Okay, maybe that was just Flame but so what? Everybody has intrusive thoughts here and there and Flame was not going to be an exception.
Oh right. Where was he? Oh yeah. This purple slime shoved him from the door of his own class.
He cleared his throat, getting the attention of the purple slime right in front of him and most awkwardly, the whole room. He waved it off because since when did the FlameFrags care about what other people thinks?
The dud- Wemmbu, stops in his tracks and leisurely turns around on one heel. “What?” His voice was neutral yet his eyes responded with all that Flame needed to know what the guy was saying in real terms.
Keep talking, I dare you.
But Flame didn’t care. “You pushed me.” Wemmbu scoffed. “And?” Okay, this time, Flame didn’t even judge that quickly. He tried to be neutral about the guy even after getting bad vibes but Flame has learned that he should really trust his instincts because this Wemmbu guy is really getting on his nerves!
Flame snarled, his tail flicking behind him like an angry cat’s. “And you interrupted me while I was talking.”
Flame knew that a vein would soon pop up in Wemmbu’s neck. The purple-haired man’s eye widen. He was clearly getting annoyed, Flame knew that. How could he not? After years of getting into unnecessary fights he can read people pretty easily if you ask him.
“I really, really, don’t care, buddy. So, if I can just go sit down without you on my ass? That’d be great.” He said with an infuriatingly sweet tone, flashing a stupid smile in Flame’s direction before going to sit down.
Flame wanted to go after him and pull his stupid purple hair but he resisted and just grumbled before taking a step and following Wemmbu to sit down too. At this point, Flame was too tired to get into more trouble and he does not have the heart to debate with some other stupid idiot right now.
If not for this stupid fucking professor.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
Flame ominously turns around, ready to punch the guy and flashing him a glare that promised that if he said something that ticks him off even just by a millimeter he would not hesitate to murder someone and go to jail for the rest of his life today.
“To sit down.” Flame deadpanned.
The professor scoffed like a pick me girl in her prime before pointing an accusing finger at Flame as if he was the bad guy. Like seriously, what is this guy’s problem with Flam- wait, actually? NO! What is his problem in general?!
“Young man. You are late, by 10 minutes and that is just unacceptable and unbecoming especially for a man.”
Bro! I just saw you let that stupid excuse of an eggplant go without a single complaint! Flame wants to pluck this guy’s eyeballs out. He seriously does but he holds himself back. Just go with the flow, Flame. Let the river in you—even if it’s lava—breath. His brother’s words grounded him to the world. It didn’t help with how bad his mood swings are.
Flame’s foot started tapping repeatedly on the wooden flooring. “For a man? Seriously? How old are you? 70? 80? Even so, it’s not the medieval times anymore bro. Get a grip.” Flame almost growled it out with how absolutely pissed off he is.
“How dare you-!” And like what the professor did to him many times before, Flame cut him off. “Bro. Just get on with the lesson or do you wanna spend another 20 minutes lecturing about how ‘unbecoming of a man’ I am? Your choice, bro.”
Flame could see the redness creeping up his professor’s face and Flame tried his hardest not to give the cheekiest smirk he could muster to the old professor along side a middle finger right at his face, maybe even a spit on his shoe or two.
“Just.. introduce yourself and sit down.” Flame smiles then look towards the class.
“Yo. My name is Flame and I'm a freshmen at Unstable University.”
Creaking.
Fucking.
Silence.
And Flame now wants to curl up in a hole and die. It was so fucking awkward but what could Flame do? He was 18 in a new city and a new university. He was an anomaly in between all these rich pompous’.
Flame could only huff before shoving his warm hands into his pockets and going to sit somewhere. He ends up sitting next to an avian. Blue, green and yellow feathers decorated his wings. He was slightly tan with round glasses right on his head like he didn’t need them.
He looked like your typical nerd in a typical high school rom-com. Nothing much. Flame wasn’t the best at those types of people. Or, anyone really. Yeah, yeah, throw all the tomatoes you want. Flame isn't a social person, so,
fuck ya’ll.
.
At first, Wemmbu didn’t really mind the Nether-Born. I mean, why would he? He was probably more intelligent, more attractive, more amazing than him. He was perfect. Why would he care? Why should he care?
But said Nether-Born, didn’t think to have the same mindset as Wemmbu and had the audacity to call him out. Which, if Wemmbu wasn’t in a good mood today, he would’ve probably kicked the Nether-Born out of the university in the span of 2 seconds. Someone like him—especially him—are only useful to be trampled beneath Wemmbu’s feet.
On the other hand though, he’s never really been called out like that. He was an end hybrid, one of the richest species that was born in the richest realm. Yeah, call him spoiled, boo, he doesn’t care. He’s proud to be rich and proud to be exceptionally hot while being rich.
Anywho, the Nether-Born really got on his nerves to the point that Wemmbu was sure that the guy would be at the top of his list. But the End-Born had a gut feeling about Flame so, he let him go. What? It was his choice!
And Wemmbu—in his defense—did the right thing.
It was entertaining to see the professor get humbled by someone other than Wemmbu which was somehow also refreshing. The guy’s not too shabby..
And Wemmbu knew deep down.
This Nether-Born will be an abnormally huge problem in his life.