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Lucifer Baal

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a character in “The Seven Sins & Virtues”, as played by ThatStupidPunk

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{ N A M E }
Lucifer Baal

{ N I C K N A M E S }
Satan, Baal, Apollyn, The Devil, Prince of Darkness, Beelzebub, The Bringer of Light, The Wayward Son, Professor Hell, Father

{ P H Y S I C A L 0 A G E }
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{ G E N D E R }
Male

{ S E X U A L I T Y }
Pansexual

{ E Y E S }
Blue

{ H A I R }
Blonde

{ H E I G H T }
6'5

{ W E I G H T }
200 lbs

{ O C C U P A T I O N }
Professor of Occult studies and demonology

{ P O W E R }
Hell Lordship

So begins...

Lucifer Baal's Story

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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.

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Arwen opened her eyes to a door half off the floor and towels on the ceiling...What? Oh. She sat up and looked around, happy to see that everything had righted itself. Blinking away sleep, she cracked her jaw with a yawn and ran numb fingers through her hair. Trying to think of the events from the night before, she found herself unsurprisingly blank. Coffee... she thought as she swung her legs over the edge and into her slippers. Opening the door, she stumbled into the apartment kitchen and turned on the espresso machine. Time...time... she glanced around for the clock, the fogginess in her mind clouding her vision as well. She was useless without at least two cups of coffee in her system, which needed to be replenished every four hours or she would get a screaming headache at night. 8:07...shit! Her occult class started in half an hour, and she had no idea where any clean clothes were.

Sliding across the floor and into her room, her toe banged on the doorframe, causing her to curse loudly and most likely wake up at least one of her three roommates in the surrounding area. That was the lucky thing about being an upperclassman; apartment-style room with four individual bedrooms. Hers was decorated in a rather bohemian style, with Indian curtains over the windows, and a printed bedspread. Her bulletin board was covered with postcards from places she dreamed of going someday. Her fingers brushed over the photo in the lower left corner. It was a small one, taken on an old Polaroid that she remembered her father carrying everywhere. It was of her and Ty at the beach, their cheeks both sunburned, big smiles decorating their faces, like the happiest kids in the world. She smiled, kissed it, and went to get dressed.

Arwen ran out the door at 8:30, sprinting to get to class on time. She had always been interested in the Occult, even as a kid. It seemed fitting that it was her favorite class in college, as well. The only thing she found a little disconcerting was the professor. He seemed very intense, like he cared deeply for the subject. It frightened her a bit at first, but now she was used to his dynamic. He was the professor that picked favorites, however, and she often found herself rolling her eyes at the "seven devils" as she'd nicknamed them. There was one in particular that she found the most disturbing, the one with bleached blonde hair that always looked at women as if they were each a piece of meat. It was disgusting.

She got to class easy enough, pleased to find that it hadn't started yet, and took her seat. Professor Baal rushed in a few moments later, looking particularly frazzled. He composed himself soon enough, though, and smiled at his favorites. Asking the class a question, there was a certain glint in his eyes that Arwen couldn't quite put her finger on. The story behind the devil...? She thought for a moment, recalling the old Roman Catholic services her mother had always been drawn to. Looking around, she didn't see anyone raise their hand, so she tentatively raised hers. "He was cast out of Heaven right? Something like that?" She phrased it like a question, the look in his eyes telling her that he knew everything that she didn't, and he was reveling in it.

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It's safe to say that being a teacher, let alone a professor, did not top Ira's list of things she wanted to be. She hated people... In general. Especially college students. There were maybe 5 tolerable students in all of her classes. Most either showed up late, texted or many other stupid things that made her tick. It was bad enough that she had to be part of the human world for whatever "need to know" reason, but having to pose at a teacher? She wasn't feeling it.

Bad enough that she already was furious that she had no idea what they were doing there other than having to sway 7 humans to their side. Did she have to be a teacher to do it though? No.

By this point she was overly aggressive with her stacking of papers in her office. Between the slamming of objects around the water closet of a room, or her aggravated grunts, she often heard feet quickly scurrying past her office door. Smart morons. Ira thought to herself with a menacing chuckle. That's all she needed was to accidentally set fire to a student.

Ira had a mountain of papers to grade that continued to get shifted around her office and never graded. She already knew they were 90% shit, not to mention incorrect. Although sometimes she got a good chuckle where someone thought they could get away with bullshitting facts about a past war. She always enjoyed the idiocy of some students. But either way, Ira wasn't in the mood to grade them now either. So with a swift push, she shoved the papers down into an open drawer of her desk. With a satisfied nodded, she gave the drawer a bump of her hip to close it. But it only made a loud bang before slowly reopening. Ira scoffed, slamming it shut with both hands for the damn thing to tease her again but opening.

Ira tried another couple slams of the drawer, but still no success. At this point her patience was running thin. She placed both palms on the surface of her desk and began continuously throwing her knee into the drawer. Having to fake nice and keep calm took its toll on Ira more than anyone. She was just a ticking time bomb until something... Like a stupid drawer triggered her. By the time Lucian was heard knocking on the door, Ira had inadvertently set the succulent that sat on her desk ablaze. "Damn." She muttered to herself.

"Oh, Ira..." Lucian's voice sang from outside her office door, "You're Prince Charming has arrived and is in desperate need of some attention."

Ira didn't know if she should be annoyed or relieved at his appearance. Before walking to the door she gave the drawer one final kick and it finally latched shut. "Seriously?" She huffed towards the desk. She ran her hands over the wrinkles in her skirt as she made her way towards the door. As she was nearly there, Ira tripped over some sort of clutter. "For fuck's sake!" She kicked whatever it was out of the way before unlocking the door and throwing it open. Her left hand still grasped the doorknob while her right arm leaned upon the doorframe. "You're needy..." She looked him over, "You couldn't even have the decency to shower before giving me the sloppy seconds?"

With a roll of her eyes, Ira's right hand moved to grab Lucian by his shirt and pull him into her office. Not releasing her grip on his shirt, she kicked shut her door and threw the dead bolt. "You know... It's stuff like this that's going to get me fired." Her hand pressed to his chest, she guided him backwards until he was forced to fall back into her desk chair. At the realization of what she just said she cocked her head to the side pursing her lips. "Actually... Never mind." Her hands reached down to hike up her pencil skirt. Just as she moved to straddle him on the chair there was another knock at her door. "You didn't invite anyone else did you?" She hopped up off of him and adjusted her skirt, "You know I don't share."

Ira reached under her desk, pulling out handcuffs that she left there for occasions just like this. She quickly cuffed Lucians right arm to the armrest of her chair. "Don't move." She winked before walking over to the door, making sure to quickly slip out into the hall so whoever it is didn't see Lucian.

"Mrs. Helmer?" A stout middle age man asked Ira as she practically towered over him in her heels.

"Miss Helmer." She corrected.

"Miss Helmer... The Dean wishes to have a word with you."

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Wolf was always a fairly punctual person. Today, like every other day, he woke up nearly 3 hours before class. This gave him plenty of time to get in an early morning jog around campus while everyone else was nursing hangovers or all-nighters to study for tests the next day. He personally didn't know either of these struggles. For one he's never touched a drop of alcohol after seeing what it did to his parents, and book smarts came disgustingly easy to him so he rarely studied.

He was able to get in 5 mile run before seeing a single soul out, and still with plenty of time before class. Wolf returned to his cramped studio apartment that rested on the main street that went through the center of the university. He was in and out of a shower in no time. He walked around his apartment in a towel while munching on a bowel of cereal as he double checked that his homework was complete and that he had everything he needed for class. Once he finished he got dressed, grab a thermos of fresh brewed coffee and headed to class.

Wolf wasn't surprised when he was the first one to arrive in the lecture hall. He took his usual seat about 3 rows back from the front and a little off right. Never in the front because that makes it seem like he's trying too hard, and the back seems like he's avoiding it all together. He pulled out a notebook and pen so that he was ready whenever class started. Then proceeded to sip his coffee and listen to an audio book of 'The Odyssey" in his earbud.

Once he saw Professor Baal enter the hall, Wolf wrapped his earbuds around his phone and shoved it into his backpack. He then opened his notebook and clicked his pen as he gave the teacher his full attention. Professor Baal apologized for his tardiness then clapped to get the classes attention. Wolf gave a sideways glance towards the room as it grew silent and everyone started to pay attention to the teacher like he was already doing. "Well not that my 'lame and 'totally cheesy' introduction is finished... We can go onto our lesson for the day."

Professor Baal grabbed a piece of chalk and proceeded to write on the board. When he was finished, he dusted off his hands and addressed the class. "The Devil, Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub, Prince of Darkness, Lord of Flies, the embodiment of sin and evil.... We all know about 'the devil' so to say... But do any of you actually know what he does and the story behind him?" Once the question was posed Wolf knew the answer, but he did not raise his hand. Instead he wrote it down in his notebook...

Lucifer / Satan
Was the highest Angel
Cast out of heaven because of pride, wanted to be worshipped like God

When he was finished, he glanced over his shoulder slightly when one of the other students spoke up. "He was cast out of Heaven right? Something like that?" He looked back down towards his notebook as he started to twirl his pen along the knuckles of his right hand.

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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."

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Ariadne had awoken with the sun, as she always did. Though dawn was just breaking along the horizon, she rose anyway, careful not to wake her roommate who slept on the other side of the room. She crept to her closet and opened it, finding a mess inside and she picked out the first few pieces she could find, almost sure that they would match. She changed in the bathroom, as she always did this early in the morning, and then walked over to the common area to make herself a mug of tea to go. She grabbed a granola bar and, bag in hand, she checked to make sure she had everything she needed for her first and least favorite class of the day. With a small smile and nod of approval she marched off to the greenhouse, humming as she walked. As usual, the grounds crew were out taking care of the campus and Aria stopped a minute to chat with them and make sure they needed no help, they, as always, refused to allow her to help them and hurried her on her way, shaking their heads with laughter as she left.

There was something infectious about the mood of mornings in the greenhouse, and she made it a priority to get there everyday before anyone else arrived, making sure she had some time alone with her plants. It was warm and sunny, and she took off her sweater to roll up her sleeves all the way as sweat dripped down her chest slowly. She sighed happily as she watered down the rows, getting ready for the harvest of some of the vegetables that were growing near the back of the greenhouse.

After just past an hour, she looked down at her watch, realizing that it was nearly time for one of her least favorite classes. Unfortunately, the class was mandatory, but Aria could never shake the feeling that the professor really disliked her, although she went out of her way to. She sighed dramatically, walking back to the front of the greenhouse and grabbing her bag and tea mug, taking a sip and reveling in the fact that it was still warm.

She threw her sweater back over her and swung her bag over her shoulder. She opened the door to the greenhouse and stepped out, hoping that she’d have enough time to cool down before getting to class. It seemed to be turning out to be a glorious day outside, and Aria hummed as she walked across the quad, stepping lightly across the pavement. She clutched her mug in her hands as she crept into the building where her class was, smile almost immediately leaving her face.

Demonology. Her least favorite subject was luckily one that she was quite good at, knowing the hierarchy of demons and such. She sat diagonally behind a boy whom she remembered was named Wolfgang, since he always took rather thorough notes if she ended up daydreaming. She grabbed her notebook and pens from out of her bag and set them on her desk. Then of course the class began, and she could have sworn she saw the professor sneer at her as the other students answered his questioned, probably just her imagination though. The boy she called Oz in her head said something rather lengthy to answer the question and she nearly rolled her eyes, but fought the instinct and took down his answer anyway, he was probably right. She turned to Professor Baal for his response. Her mind wandered to the volunteer work that needed to be done later today. She wondered if any of the children she volunteered with had done anything interesting, it sure would be exciting to hear about. Unknowingly, a smile spread across her face.

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Desiree had eaten a rather regular breakfast, the painfully cliched scrambled eggs and toast and bacon. The eggs had been perfectly cooked, the toast a delightful gold, the bacon crisp and without streaks. A delicious meal, as far as any typical human being was concerned.

But Desiree was not a human being, and as a result, she claimed a far more refined palate.

What she wanted was white truffles and kobe beef and foie gras and caviar. Preferably showered by golden flakes. Such meals had been common down in Hell. She'd feasted on the most expensive of delicacies, and her gluttony was never without delightful treatment. But down here, she was expected to fit in, to blend in among the humans, to lure in those perplexing seven.

But how could she, of all people, blend in? After all, a creature born for spotlight was hardly suitable for a position backstage.

After finishing her meal, she glanced languidly at the clock on her room's wall. Well... I guess it's showtime. Leaving the room and beginning towards her first 'class', her heels made a delightfully tuneful noise, hitting the ground in sharp, methodical clicks.

Sashaying her way to the back of the classroom, she took a seat, crossing one leg over the other and leaning her chin indolently on her chin, elbow propped up on the table in front of her.




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Rin 'awoke' to the same somberness he was born to, a cool air and silvery light filtering through his dormitory curtain, not another living creature in sight. Truth be told, he seldom slept. With his abilities, he did not need it, and so instead of slumbering when night came, he would lie on his navy-sheet bed. He would cut off contact with the rest of the world, submerging himself in his own subconscious. He would allow the equations and analyses and perusals of the day prior to flow and integrate, and he would pluck the things of value from the mess, storing them away for future reference.

The alarm's incessant bleeping was jarring to say the least, a noise most unsuitable in the peace. But it was necessary, for time turned rather sluggish when Rin was left to his own thoughts. There was always so much to sift through, and if not for the alarm to remind him of the classes he need be attending, he could very well have meditated the day away. Or days, should he have been feeling particularly pensive.

Rising from the bed, he showered and changed in silence, slipping a jacket on as his hair curled in the damp left over by the lazy towel-drying. As he left the room, the door clicked shut behind him, and he was joined by a chocolate-locked girl as he made his way to class.

She looked as she always did, casually dressed, with soft sleeved that covered deceivingly slender limbs, and doe eyes touched by a shivering flame. A 'virtue', supposedly, but far more quick to bite than they were typically taught. Not like Rin, who constantly wore a cowl of composure, and whose own irises were touched by a certain chill. He didn't envy her. But he didn't mind her, either.

Ceire looked to him with a warm smile, "Morning. Sleep well?" Rin was usually rather simple in terms of banter and teasing, but he managed to catch the jest deftly. "As well as always." Ceire smiled wryly, a pinch of bitterness in her tone. "Lucky you, then. I was awake half the night."

"You're still bothered by our assignment?" "Yes. Well, no. Well... I just don't understand why we're doing this. What's so special about a random bunch of-" "It's not our place to question Michael. He's been alive long enough to know what he's doing."

Ceire frowned for a moment, brows knotting in thought. She brushed away her concentration in place of doubt. "You know, in their old age, humans often sustain to illnesses such as dementia, Alzheimer's..." "Indeed they do," Rin pressed his hand to the door, pushing it open as he spoke back to her over his shoulder. "But Michael isn't human, is he?"

Ceire tutted in reluctant agreement, before following him into the room. The pair were seated just in time for the teacher to run in, cracking a joke before beginning the class. Ceire heard a whistle behind her, and turned around to see Desiree watching her. The Sin winked at her, lips curved into a smirk, and Ceire scowled, whilst Rin either seemed to not hear the whistle or simply did not pay attention.

Ceire shot the Sin one last heated look before turning back to the lesson. This is going to be a really long day, isn't it?

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Khai never had any use for an alarm clock. Forget the fact that his sticky hands had swiped many over time and he had several of all shapes and models stacked and aligned on his bed side table. He awoke whenever he felt like it, which, somehow, always happened to be just in time. Enough time to get ready; not too much time to be idle. He’d already finished taking a shower and doing all of the other mundane but necessary aspects of making himself presentable, dressing down for the occasion. They deserved neither his best nor his effort in terms of clothing choice, these humans. For one, it was a given fact that he was the ideal and they would never match. And two... Khai liked solid colors. Still, he couldn’t help but find some amusement in the situation now that he’d had some time to process what exactly they’d been sent to do. Bring some trivial - and yet somehow meaningful in their own right - humans to the other side. Khai ran a hand through his platinum hair and sighed, eager to scope out the playing field but still slightly offended he’d been designated to something so beneath him.

At least he wasn’t in it alone, right?

Khai navigated through the dorm, stepping over random things he’d taken recently. His roommate insisted he stop being so cluttered and find a place for all the junk he brought in, to which Khai always replied, β€œis the floor not a place?” and left them wherever they lay. He pulled his backpack off the chair it was hanging on, found his keys, then snatched a granola bar off his roommates own desk before leaving the room entirely.

Khai sauntered in just in time to hear the question, something about the devil’s story and whatnot. Honestly, if you didn’t know it by now, you may as well drop the class. Then again, I don’t suppose everyone had as a close a seat to the action as the sins did. Khai found a spot near Desiree, relaxing into the seat with squinted eyes and noting the look Ceire had shot back at the female sin following her whistle, his fragile ego easily slighted by the fact that the look and attention wasn't intended for him. "I'm hurt, Dez," he joked, feigning actual emotional distress at her reaction to Ceire. "At least punch me in the face next time so I know you notice me."

Pulling out a notebook from his backpack, Khai really wasn’t concerned about paying attention to the lecture, hence why his notebook was filled with sketches rather than actual notes when he opened it up, but even he couldn’t tune out the answers these people were throwing out. "He was cast out of Heaven right? Something like that?" Khai pulled out a pen and clicked it open, throwing an amused look to the back of her head. While β€˜something like that’ was the understatement of the year, her lack of basic knowledge, or at least confidence in whatever she was babbling, was simultaneously entertaining and irritating.

β€œI’m surrounded by mediocrity,” Khai sighed, though his faith was somewhat restored by a different response, some long winded soliloquy straight out of a wikipedia article. It'd be a lie to say he hadn't tuned out parts of it in favor of laying out the rough outline of a sketch, but the guy, whoever he was, sounded pretty smart for a human. Of course, Khai being the sin that he was, immediately found reason to dislike the human and his audacity to actually say something intelligent sounding.

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Sleep. Wonderful, blissful, sleep.

That was all that Acedia wanted to do. He was tired and the alcohol he had consumed the night previous was still in his system. Since he wasn't human, he didn't really suffer from hang overs and he really had to drink a whole lot before he even felt a buzz. It was awful money-wise but he didn't really care about his growing 'tab'. They wouldn't be here for too much longer really and so the loss of money wasn't really a deter for him. Considering the amount of cans and glasses strewn in the dorm one would think he had gone to Lust's concert but he hadn't. He said he would, but he never made it there. Acedia was the least reliable of the bunch and Acedia was sure that his 'brother' would understand.

Acedia yawned and stretched against his bed and turned to glance at the clock. He squinted a bit to get the digital numbers in focus. 8 o'clock. AM. He had class with the Big Bad Boss at 8:30 but why bother? He lived in hell. He worked for the Devil. What more could he learn from a class that was centered on something he was living? Besides, class was really boring and it was early. Lucifer really should have made the class later in the day. Maybe then Acedia would be remotely inclined to attend such a thing. As it was, curling up in his nice soft bed sounded much more appealing to Sloth.

The sin gave a yawn and rolled back onto his right side and pulled the covers over his head to go back to sleep. Yeah, this was the better option. If he went to class, he'd fall asleep in the hard chair anyway. At least this way Mr. Boss-man didn't have to come over to his desk and startle him awake every 10 minutes. Less annoying for everyone involved. See? Acedia could problem solve when he wanted to.

He didn't get to remain where he was however.

Lucy was one to always be punctual to her favorite class though that didn't stop her from making an annoyingly necessary stop beforehand. She didn't bother knocking on the door knowing the little Sloth would be too lazy to come an answer the door anyways. Lucy simply barged straight in calmly and composed as she always was as she entered the room. She was not one to pull covers and make a grueling amount of noise like some of the others tasked with retrieving Sloth. No, Lucy instead took the chair from the rarely used desk and pulled it at the edge of the bed.

She sat down with her legs crossed and watched the lazy Sin sleep hidden away in his shield of covers. She examined her nails and let out a very audible sigh. "I'm only going to warn you once to get out and come to class." Lucy waited for his response hoping he understood by now that one warning was fair enough before she would decide to use her powers on him.

Acedia groaned when he heard Lucy and curled up tighter under the covers for a moment. He would ignore her and most of the time, he did ignore her. Today however, he really didn't want to have to deal with a painful wake up call. If Lucy decided to use her powers on him, he was going to be in pain and the ache was sadly residual. He gave an exasperated sigh and pulled the covers away from his head and glared at her.

"Bastard. Always ruining my sleep," he mused. "Fine, fine. I am up." He slowly pulled himself out of the bed and zombied over to his mirror and ran his fingers through his hair to somewhat comb it back before he pulled on a pair of jeans sitting on the floor and a wrinkled black T-shirt. He gave another yawn and slung his tiny back-pack over his shoulder. "There. Ready," he answered. He did not wait for Lucy though. He just started to make his way to the classroom slowly. He was sure Lucy would get there before him if she wanted to be there on time. And surprisingly, he ended up in the classroom only a minute late. He plopped down on the first empty seat he found and stared at Lucifer with a bored expression on his face, head resting on his hand.
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Freida sat in her seat, her manicured baby pink pinky nail tapping on her lush bottom lip. She didn't normally take morning patients since most students had classes at this time, but there were a couple who she always saw in the morning. One of them, a girl, was sitting in a chair across from the virtue pretending to be a Clinical Psychologist. The poor dear was dealing with a lot of stress at home and this stress was not being helped at all with the appearance of the sins. Even though she was not one of the seven chosen humans, she was being affected by their aura and the occasional attention she did get from them. She needed quite a bit of healing.

"I see," she said softly and let her graceful hand write out the new development in the girl's life. Not only did she have her parents in the hospital, she was now facing a potential break up with a boy she had known for two years. Besides her depression of course. That was probably one of the things causing some of this boy trouble. Damn Acedia's power so easily ebbed over the masses without him even truly interacting half the time. Truly, a sin that required absolutely no effort to persuade people. She was happy the sloth never actually applied himself.

"So the problem is centering around the fact that you do not want to go out much anymore?" Patience asked just to clarify.

The young girl nodded. "I just... I don't want to go out. I am tired all the time. And just going to the movies is boring. I end up falling asleep and he gets mad that he spent money on the tickets for me to fall asleep."

"What do you think would solve this problem the two of you are having? If you don't want to go to the movies, what would you like to do?"

"I don't know. There is no communication anymore. He says I am no fun."

"So it is more about communication and interacting?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. What do you think you can do to help improve that?" She asked, each word she uttered extending her Holly Voice to help dispel some of the fog that Acedia had left on the girl. A lot of it was the tiredness. She was losing more and more desire to do things so even if she came up with a solution, she would be unmotivated to do anything about it. She needed a bit of a boost. The girl heaped a big sigh, some of the creases in her face fading a bit as she calmed.

"Well... I guess we could hang out at home and talk. Or we could go out to a lunch or something. That is kind of a middle ground. I should probably answer some of his texts too. That way he doesn't think I am ignoring him," she said with a nod. "I could.. I could text him and make the arrangement to a restaurant this time. That will show him that I am still interested."

"All right. That sounds like a good idea. I want to see how you improve your communication with him next week and see if things have changed."

"Okay. Thank you Dr. Anemone."

"You are welcome. Your session is just about over. Is there anything else I can help you with today before you head off to your classes?"

"No. That was all for today."

"All right then. I will see you next week. Have a good day," Freida smiled and sat up in her chair, her blond hair up in a professional and elegant bun.

The student gave a nod before hurrying out of the room.

Freida sighed softly and looked down at her schedule. They needed to stay on their toes. They had to undo all the mess the sins had created before they could really start to sway the 7 powerful humans. They needed to work fast. Thus far, she had seen very little of the seven since they did not yet require mental help. She wasn't going to be able to influence them directly unless they came into the office. Ah well. She was getting Intel at least. It appeared that she mostly had to help those around the 7. Other humans seemed to be more susceptible to the charms of sin and virtue alike. The 7 would be harder to reach. And they were all currently in Lucifer's classroom. Most of the sins would be there and their combined efforts would be quite daunting. At least some of the virtues were there to keep the basic aura stable. She did so wish they didn't have a class with Lucifer but there was nothing they could do about that. At least Michael was also a teacher to help balance that situation out. She was going to have to talk to the others about Acedia's reach over the students in general and of course Lust's parading around. In her book, those were the two that could cause the most collateral damage emotionally. Well, they could all be rather damaging but generally speaking, she saw Lust and Sloth as the two that could reach many people at once.

"So much to do and so little time," she mused softly.

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Sleep was never a necessity for the sound young Virtue though Ariel seemed to greatly enjoy the ritual more than most. Humans claimed to feel a rejuvenation from the task that the pure Ariel wanted to experience though his methods were always done in an odd and ritualistic manner. He'd always shower just before bed to remove his body of any impurities from the day before beginning his nightly routine of cleansing his face and physically removing the 'impurity' that may have rubbed off on him. Then he would prepare everything he needed for the next day. He'd set aside clean clothes and neatly organize them before organizing all his essentials for his classes and drink a full glass of water with assorted fruits and vegetables. Only then would he allow his body to drift off into the meditative state that was sleep in order to experience something many humans seemed to hold so dear.

Ariel would soon wake up the next day just before his alarm would sound his catchy show tunes everyday in the same timely fashion for him to get dressed and cleanse himself once more as if lying in his bed may have ruined the purity he embodies. His breakfast was as healthy and as vegan as anyone could make that seemed to take him hours to prepare before his daily work out and post shower. Yet somehow he still managed to always arrive to his morning class in a timely fashion. His first class was dreadfully Demonology and Occult Studies with a man his creator knew far too well with the evil and impure Seven Deadly Sins. Of course Ariel did not allow himself to despise the Sins are express any distaste as thoughts like those would be far too 'impure' for someone like him. He would instead meet everyone with a kind heart though he was much nicer towards the humans he was tasked with converting for unknown reasons.

On the other side of the campus, The First Sin was all too awake...

Lucy never slept. She had no need for it and saw no desire in trying to act 'human' by experiencing such a useless task that rendered her from getting anything done. Instead she spent her nights throwing parties. The best parties really. She was Pride after all and Pride could only bring the best. She was rarely seen at the festivities held in her obnoxiously large dorm that was really more of an apartment all to herself thanks to her 'father' and her own skills of persuasion. She would appear for only a few moments to quickly disappear into her own secluded room if she felt no one was interesting enough for her attention to. She would simply keep to herself as she kept her studies at the top of her class along with performing other tasks like strengthening her powers, improving her combative skills, or meditation to aid in honing her abilities even further. Every one in a blue moon someone would join her room for a night of pleasure she claimed that Lust would be jealous of. Though that night nothing of the sorts seemed to happen as no one caught her eye with their lack of intelligence and interest she found in most humans.

The next morning would be spent with Lucy begrudgingly having to partake in showering with the rest of the human females as Lucifer insisted she try to appear normal. Lucy did not have a need for showering. She was far too perfect for such a useless and mundane task. Of course she did it anyways as she knew better by now than to deny Father and his wishes. His wishes were the whole reason she was stuck in this pathetic school pretending to be like any other college woman even though she was far better than all of them. Though this morning would not be pleasant as Lucy had the unfortunate task of retrieving Sloth from his room. It wasn't hard for her as a simply threat of pain always seemed to get the point across though Lucy still hated anything that could hinder her prefect attendance. Especially when it came to the only class she actually seemed to enjoy.

Lucy seemed to almost rush past Blake though really she was walking at a normal pace compared to him as she arrived early to class as always but was displeased to find that she was not the first. She was second to the young man she recognized as Wolfgang. Second. This would never do for Lucifer's darling little Pride as she made a mental note to be much earlier than him the next chance she had. Lucy took her seat front and center as she did in every class while other students began to pile in along with the other Sins and Virtues like Ariel. Chastity. Lucy saw him as a prude not realizing the temptations he could enjoy if he didn't have a rod shoved so far up his ass and an obsession with being as pure as possible. Ariel took his seat towards the center row as he carefully laid out his supplies for class though he had no plan to actually take notes for a class devoted to sinful and impure thoughts.

As more students piled in, Lucy grew more anxious for the class to start though she never showed it. She always kept her same calm demeanor in any situation. She simply felt a bit anxious internally over the fact that class hadn't started yet and even Blake seemed t arrive before Lucifer which was far to alarming making Lucy wonder what happened to her creator. Lucifer soon came barreling in with childish antics meant to entertain the humans and an apology that she knew would never be genuine. She did not jump or change expression when he clapped his hands together though the gesture seemed to startle Ariel a bit. Lucy didn't fully pay attention or really care until Lucifer began to write on the board in chalk. "The Devil, Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub, Prince of Darkness, Lord of Flies, the embodiment of sin and evil...."

Ariel rolled his eyes while Lucy seemed to yawn and withdraw from taking notes as she never needed them. Clearly she was an expect in everything while Ariel simply did not want to learn about something so disgusting. Lucifer continued on. "We all know about 'the devil' so to say... But do any of you actually know what he does and the story behind him?" Lucy did her best not to snicker as the humans gave there attempts at responses. Ariel was barely listening to the conversation just hoping their lecture would be over with soon. One man seemed to drag on with Biblical nonsense and that made Lucy scoff and even Ariel snap to attention while Lucifer stopped at Wolfgang's desk and glanced at whatever was scribbled on the page.

Lucifer soon found himself to the front of the classroom right in front of Lucy's desk with his arms folded looking down at her while she scribbled a design on notebook out of boredom. "Lucy?" Lucy quickly looked up from her notebook and met eyes with Lucifer. "You've been awfully quiet... Care to enlighten the class on 'The Devil'." Lucy smirked up at him while Ariel seemed to leaned ever so slightly forward from his typical upright and statue like position. He was actually quite curious about how Lucifer's favorite sin would describe her creator.

Lucy adjusted herself to sit upright in her seat as she began her little speech. "The Devil is not some red man with horns and a tail and a useless pitch fork ruling over a fiery domain of sulfur and brimstone forcing people to sin. Yes, he was cast out of Heaven and the story goes that he fell because of Pride..." She paused for emphasis. The First Sin." Lucy seemed to show a hint of joy with her remark as she continued on. "The Devil had once been an angel and his true name was Lucifer, 'The bringer of light'. He was said to be God's favored angel and the first to question his creator. He questioned God's own pride for wanting another creation... Humans. Lucifer rebelled against God and was cast out of Heaven and punished to rule over Hell for being the only angel with balls to see the truth behind the righteous 'God'. He was then created to be seen as 'The Deceiver' and the cause of sin by religious bigots for showing Adam and Eve the truth even though he never forced Eve to take a bite from the forbidden fruit. She chose to sin on her own."

Lucifer was obviously pleased with her answer though he pressed on. "Very good. Now what does Lucifer actually do if he is not the reason people sin?" Lucy rolled her eyes to give another long winded answer. "Lucifer is said to tempt people towards sin though temptation is already present in everyone. He simply enlightens people with the truth and what they're missing out on. Though if you prefer is actual job... It is to punish those that God deems as sinners and refuses to come into his kingdom as this was Lucifer's punishment for the truth. Am I done?" Lucifer smiled down at her as his attention went back to the class. "Anyone else have thoughts to share?"

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She had never been overtly fond of lessons and learning, at least not in the sense of academics. Secrets intrigued her, and she engorged on rumors without hesitation. But classes? Teachers? It was a puzzle she didn't care to fit into, and so as she sat at the back of the room, she did not raise her hand or offer her own thoughts regarding the "professor's" oh-so-original query. She simply basked in her own thoughts, pinning silent judgments on her unsuspecting classmates as her eyes flicked languidly from one student to another.

Her boredom-fueled people-watching received an interval when she was joined by Khai. "I'm hurt, Dez. At least punch me in the face next time so I know you notice me." She met his gaze with a teasing smile, her eyes seemingly dusting over his offered face in consideration.

"And risk damaging that lovely mug? I wouldn't dare."

Once again her attention was stolen, this time by her fellow sin, Lucy, who sat front and center, as if to emphasize her own self-importance.

"...the story goes that he fell because of Pride, the First Sin." Desiree snorted, suppressing the laugh with the back of her hand. "God forbid we forget that little fact." She whispered to Khai with undisguised sarcasm, watching the First Sin in amusement as she warbled on. "But what's with this substantial lack of ass-kissing?"


"...punished to rule over Hell for being the only angel with balls to see the truth behind the righteous 'God'..." "There it is."

By the time Lucifera was done, Desiree had relaxed into her chair once more.