"Don't worry - its just a little Latin."
His words echoed in her ears as she looked horrified at him bent over the table, Razziel standing only half a foot away with the whip in hand. He had to be joking. Don't worry? Don't worry?!? How could she not worry. Any mistake, anything small mispronouciation or wrong translation and Janus would be feeling it. One didn't have to be a vampire to seem it was upsetting her violently.
"I... I can't," Alice whimpered looking pleadingly at Razziel. "Please don't do this..."
"Second line, girl," He only tapped the whip against Janus'rear. "Hurry up. Unlike like Lord Aleksandr I do not like to waste time."
She looked at the book and shrivered. When she was nervous it didn't make things better, it made them worse. The second line was 'Never question the wisedom of your elders'
"Never.... question your-"
*SWACK!!!*
She jumped, wincing at the sound. This was going to be hell.
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