A metal fence like this wasn't even considered an obstacle in Bob's mind. He glanced around, double checking that no one was nearby, before simply stepping forward. His dust swarm body separated where the fence touched, shifting around it as he stepped through the fence as if it wasn't even there.

He didn't miss a step as he strode confidently through the fence and towards the cursed school.

The front door was naturally off limits, something about the spiked fence and heavily secured fence gave him the impression they wouldn't be welcoming to visitors, so instead he dissolved his body and trickled through a slightly open window like sand drifting in an hourglass.

Much like the majestic octopus, so long as there was a gap large enough for the one solid part of his body - in Bob's case that was his core - then nothing could stop him!

Drifting into the corridor, he was immediately forced to stop. Damn.

Boots trudged against the floor as a guard in fanciful armour, with no helmet to hide his bored expression, strolled lazily through the corridors of the school. His boots crunched against Bob's body, which was spread across the floor, causing him to look down.

His face scrunched into annoyance, kicking at the dirt before lifting his shoe to find some of it still lingering on the soles of his boots.

"Damned kids... Always tracking in dirt, and... sand? Where the hell did they even get sand? Tch, Where's that useless janitor? I should beat that lazy bastard, can't even do a simple job right... This is why they don't deserve any blessings."

Muttering to himself, the guard scraped his boot against the floor in an attempt to remove the dirt from his sole, before striding off to find the janitor, not noticing the flakes of dirt and sand prying themselves from his boots and drifting back over to where he stepped in them.

The pile of dirt shifted in annoyance, morphing itself to get rid of the boot print that had been left, before it continued slinking down the corridor. Just as it rounded the corner and disappeared from sight, the guard returned dragging the janitor by his collar.

"There! See it? Get that cleaned up or else I'll... Wait... Where did it go? I could have sworn that I..."

The guard stood utterly baffled, staring at the perfectly clean floor that held not a speck of dirt nor single grain of sand, while the Janitor beside him tried his best not to look at the Blessed One like he was losing his mind.

Not even when he nearly fell over desperately trying to check his boots for dirt that wasn't there.

Unaware, and uncaring, of the issues he was causing Bob shifted his way through the school, eventually transferring himself to the ceiling for ease of transport. He slipped between classrooms, poking only parts of himself through the gaps in the doorway to get a look inside.

He quickly scanned the faces of the children within, which was an easy task since there was only three classrooms total. One containing the youngest children, those under 5 years old, the next containing children between 5 and 12, then the final containing children 12 and above.

There wasn't very many children in each of these classrooms either, especially the youngest classroom. The sudden evolution of the world had not been kind to the younger generations, but it was good to see that some of them survived nonetheless.

By the looks of it, some of them did more than just survive. They thrived. In each class, including the youngest, there were a few children with special clothing, robes that were clean and pristine white compared to the rest of the children's worn rags, just like those that were outside.

Even in the children there was the separation of the Blessed and the lesser.

Bob didn't care about what they were being taught, nor did he care for the teachers. It was the final class, the one with the children above 12, that he was interested in. Yet as he scanned the faces of the children within that classroom, he was struck with a concerning discovery.

Sitting at the front of the class, chest puffed out proudly, was a young boy that was paying rapt attention to the lesson, which was no doubt filled with nothing but propaganda. He had pale skin and dark hair that was long enough that it hung down into his face, contrasting deeply with the regal white robes he wore. Robes that proclaimed his status as a Blessed Child, a status he seemed very proud of.

Even from his position on the ceiling, Bob knew that behind that shaggy mop of inky black hair, was a pair of silver eyes just like the boys older brother.

Yet, while he should have been relieved at this discovery, Bob was instead confused and distressed. Because something was missing. He scanned the faces once more, double and triple checking, but his search came up empty.

'Woe is here, just like Father said. But... Where is Ava?'

***

At the very centre of the city, at the feet of the ostentatious statue, there was a mansion that seemed to be built out of a mixture of pure white marble, gold and which radiated with a soft glow of light as if it was a gift from the heavens.

Surprisingly enough, It was newly built, not existing before the apocalypse. The builder of the mansion had wanted to keep it simple and truly humble, and so had restricted himself to only a meagre count of a mere 10 bedrooms within his gold and marbled mansion.

A true show of humility and compassion for those less fortunate than him.

Strolling through the hallways of this magnificent mansion was a man in long, flowing white robes adorned with golden flaring across his collar and the cuffs of his sleeves. It was a man in his late 40s, with cold eyes and a permanent smile that didn't reach those eyes.

His footsteps echoed through the empty corridors, one of his hands gently resting on the back of a young girl, guiding her down the hall way. The girl in question looked roughly 14 years of age with dark hair and dark eyes and was dressed in similar robes to himself, minus the golden trimming. They were the same robes that the children in the school wore, to separate themselves from the lower class.

This man was not the owner of the house, instead he was leading the young girl towards the owner of said house.

The girl seemed nervous, apprehension and fear painting her face as the older man made sure she kept walking. He stopped them in front of a large door, rapping his knuckles gently against the white wood.

At no point did he ever address the girl, nor even look down at her. His only acknowledgement of her presence was when he touched her cheek and turned her head away from the corridor that they came down, forcing her to look forwards once again instead of letting her mind drift in childish fantasies.

The girl opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but quickly clamped her lips shut at the single raised finger of the older man.

The door before them opened slowly, prompting the man to clutch the back of the girl's robes and push her forwards, into the room, before closing the door behind him.

A marvellous, wooden desk sat by the far wall and a chair that could easily be mistaken for a throne was sat behind the desk, its cushioned seat empty. The man that usually occupied that seat was instead stood by a bookshelf, seemingly engrossed in the book he had held in his hands. He had soft and fluttery golden hair that split down the middle, like a fairy tale prince, with soft, flawless white skin and perfect bone structure that seemed like he was a work of art cut from the same marble that made up his house.

He was garbed in a simple white dress shirt with black pants, like he had come straight from a business meeting and decided to relax in the apocalypse. His age was impossible to tell, his features looking as if he was barely 20 yet everything about him held an air of age and wisdom, as if he was an entity with a body unaffected by the ravages of time.

Despite the door opening from within, there was no one else inside the room nor did the man seem to notice them as they entered silently.

The older man pulled the girl into position, before bowing his head in respect, muttering in a soft voice.

"This humble servant greets his Lord. I have brought you the Blessed you asked for."

The older man straightened up and quickly snapped his fingers, causing the girl to jump in fright before quickly performing a short curtsy, although her legs trembled slightly as she did so.

The timeless man continued reading for a few moments, his back to those that were addressing him, before he finally snapped the book shut. He turned slowly, placing the book on his desk, before strolling over to the pair with a soft smile on his luscious lips.

The girls trembling increased, seeming like she was on the verge of tears as she felt the man's eyes on her. His gaze was so intense as he stared at her with those brilliant and radiant golden eyes.