There really was no point in taking a class on demonology, Ozymandias knew. Nor theology for that matter. It was not as though an angel from heaven or hell would help him in his future political career. Still, it was fascinating to study the collective human subconsciousness that was myth and spirituality. If the world was not throttling towards the abyss, he might have majored in psychology instead of dabbling in it.
He was probably more proficient in it than most licensed psychologists anyway.
Nonetheless, Ozzy made his way to Professor Baal's class in a calm, unhurried pace. He never hurried. The benefits of planning ahead meant that there was never a need to rush to an engagement to keep himself from becoming tardy. Instead, he calmly walked into the room and took an empty seat by a dark-haired girl. Arwen, he thought her name was.
Professor Baal once again introduced himself in a pathetic attempt to ingratiate himself with his students. Honestly, did the man fear the end of his thirties so much that he had to pull these stunts? Or perhaps he thought that college students learned easier though such theatrics.
People were foolish enough to be manipulated so.
He raised his hand, "The Devil, or Satan came from the Hebrew "Ha-Satan" or "Accuser" in the Book of Job and progressed from a heavenly prosecutor to the adversary of God. He is a metaphor for evil and pride and may have his roots in Zoroastrianism."