If hell should be used as a metaphor then Oxias would gladly say his current state was one. His life couldn't have been any worse, first, he was forced out of his abode then, he was maltreated by weaklings, and controlled by three psychopaths, and finally, he was being sent into the world they didn't want him to go to in the first place. All he ever asked for was to tend to his plants while serving his punishment.
But instead, he was asked to run the halls to different profitless classes, where the teachers would speak for hours about one thing and only a few paid attention. Oxias would rather become a rogue than live that way but his brilliant self always came up with something. He wasn't born off the street, after all, he was royalty.
It was for a sole reason he had woken up the next m
