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Things we beginning to heat up at Hades University since the arrival of Lucifer and the Seven Deadly Sins. They had been making great progress during the fall semester with the Seven that Lucifer had been adamant on them claiming for Hell. Though the Sins didn't know why they were so important nor were they foolish enough to ask and risk their creators wrath. They instead did as they were told and it seemed they would have gotten a few claimed if it weren't for the divine Michael and his Seven Heavenly Virtues deciding to show up and make things interesting. Now it was The Sins vs The Virtues in the fight to claim seven humans who did't even know of the great abilities that would soon be awakened. Though the real question was... Who would they choose? Heaven or Hell?
It was quiet in the office. Papers were stacked upon each side as a large pale hand held the dreaded pen and stained each paper with lines of red. No one would ever imagine an angel grading papers yet here he was... The Archangel Michael grading before the Theology class he wouldn't be teaching until tomorrow. Michael could easily do this in no time but he surprisingly enjoyed the tedious and human task. It gave him something to do while his little creations were out posing as normal students and teachers while trying to complete their mission Michael's heavenly father had tasked him with. Michael was not allowed to intervened but simply 'mentor' so naturally the only way to pass time was posing as a college professor and grading mundane papers trying not to laugh at how some students still manage to write like children.
It seemed so long ago sins Michael had arrived at the ironically named Hades University overrun by the Seven Deadly Sins with his freshly created Seven Heavenly Virtues. At least seemingly fresh. Michael had a very skewed sense of time compared to how humans perceived it. In Heaven, a thousand years was a day and a day was a thousand years. He'd hardly noticed when the fall semester ended and the spring one began. He may not even realize when his class starts if not for the luxury of technology and clocks being on smart phones. Michael checked the contraption as he decided to pay a certain family member a visit...
It took sometime for the light to finally trickle far enough in the room to awaken the bleached bad boy surrounded by nearly equally attractive enough men and women that had joined the little sin after his concert last night... Lucian Luxuria: Embodiment of Lust and self appointed Sex God. He had slowly taken his arms off the naked and sweaty humans in his bed to scratch his stomach and rub his eyes for a bit. Lucian did not need sleep but he did enjoy the act after pleasing his customers all night long with his unmatched stamina and knowledge of the human body. Of course no one could ever quite keep up with Lucian which left rather bored but there was someone who kept things interesting for Lucian's lustfully twisted mind...
Lucian quickly snuck out of his own bed careful not to stir the humans and go through the trouble of telling them this was a one time thing though he was tempted to just kick them out. Instead he dug through his mess of a closet until he came upon an outfit that seemed clean and didn't smell. He got dressed and gave himself a rather vain once over in the mirror before combing his nearly white locks back and leaving the room. He had checked his watch and noted he had more than enough time for a special and pleasurable visit to his favorite teacher on campus before his class. It didn't take very long to swivel through people until Lucian finally happened upon the office he was looking for and gave a few knocks against the glass. "Oh, Ira..." He practically sang as he spoke. "You're Prince Charming has arrived and is in desperate need of some attention."
The clock ticked on far too slowly for Lucifer as crowds of college students raced around them in hopes of getting to their appropriate lectures on time. The Dark Prince, on his way to give a lecture on demonology and the occult, was in no rush at all as he carried his bag and coffee and took each step as slowly as possible. There was no need to race there and no reason to care if he was late. It was all part of his plan after all. Finally after what felt like centuries, Lucifer made it to the doorway of his classroom to peak in just enough to not be seen. He finally took a deep breathe before he threw the door about and appeared to rush and scramble into the room like an idiot freshman for the sake of getting his class to at least snicker a bit as he threw his things onto his desk in the same manner he entered.
"Sorry I'm late, class." Lucifer fixed his suit and gave his class an apologetic grin. "The 'devil' made me do it." He seemed to rub the back of his head with a flushed face though it was all just an act as he waited to hear the classes response. He finally composed himself to his regular and serious demeanor as his eyes seemed to fall hard onto the Virtues. Lucifer despised them more than the weak little humans all because they were copies of Lucifer's ideas and his father's way of wanting to soil his dreams with heavenly piss all over again.
As the room fell into dead silence with Lucifer being stuck in the state of wanting to kill the creatures he was not allowed to touch, a loud clap echoed through the room to take his students by surprise. "Well not that my 'lame and 'totally cheesy' introduction is finished... We can go onto our lesson for the day." He grabbed the best piece of chalk he could find as he wrote across the board with little squeaks from each stroke until he finally dropped the chalk and wiped the dust from his hands to turn and face his students. "The Devil, Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub, Prince of Darkness, Lord of Flies, the embodiment of sin and evil...." He paused to make sure he had their attention. "We all know about 'the devil' so to say... But do any of you actually know what he does and the story behind him?" He asked the class openly daring one of them to raise their hand and give him the wrong answer about who he was and what he does.