The S-Class Mage

Chapter 4: The S-Class Mage

''"Are you done daydreaming yet?" ''said Mephiles, interrupting his memory.

"Shut up Mephiles," responded Jason.

"You weren't always this cold.  You used to be more fun."

"You never got to see that side of me."

Jason opened his dresser. He moved the clothes out of the way and took out a clipboard. The four S-Class Candidates names and scores were listed on a attached piece of paper.

"So that's where you've been hiding them," said a voice behind Jason. He turned around to see a young man all in black. Black shirt, boots, pants, gloves, and jacket. He was light-skinned with black hair and dark eyes. He was Victor Cras, one of those whose name was listed. "It's so simple I wouldn't have guessed."

"You wanted to sneak a peek too?" questioned Jason.

"No, I could've waited.  I just wanted to see if I could find it."

Jason brushed past him. "The announcement will be made in two minutes," he said. "Make sure you're there."

"I like him," said Mephiles. "He reminds me of you."

"Shut up."

"Seriously though, brooding, cold, wears all black, only difference is that he's a little shorter than you are."

"I said shut up!"

A couple of nearby guild mates looked at him confused.

"You should learn to keep that temper of yours under control, even though it's not usually there."

"You're right." Jason regained his composure and went to the balcony overlooking the guild hall. He picked up the communication Lacrima next to him and began to speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen may I have your attention!" The whole hall fell silent. "Many of you have been wondering who the next S-Class Mage in our guild will be, several of you even tried to steal the results.  Fortunately no one even knew where they were.  The top four S-Class Candidates were Hayley Barker, Victor Cras, Cane Hannibal, and Thomas Manor." Jason paused as the S-Class candidates were applauded. "Well after one month the master has finally come to a decision.  The highest marked candidate and therefore the newest S-Class Mage of Black Void is Victor Cras."

The guild applauded and cheered for Victor, but Jason noticed three visibly angry faces in the crowd.

"Those three seem upset," said Mephiles.

"Of course they do," said Jason. "You didn't choose them.  "Now return to your usual activities." Jason walked off the balcony towards his room.

"They're going to try to kill you."

"How can you tell?"

"I can recognize the look of killing extent."

"They couldn't kill me if they tried."

Jason walked back into his room and into his room. He laid on his bed, waiting for them to come. He looked back at the picture of him, Hades, Bluenote, and all his other friends.