Bloodvale Academy

Chapter 2: The Roommate

Elise roamed the halls and staircases of the main building for what seemed like forever. She probably should have asked Isabelle for directions, but the building seemed so small on the outside. She kept traversing the seemingly endless hallways, until she saw a large door marked Office of Dean Abaddon. She walked through the door, and there was a blue demon typing at a desk, with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Dean Abaddon,"
The demon stopped typing and looked up at Elise. Her eyes were penetrating, mesmerizing, and Elise starting hearing a voice in her head.

"Dean Abaddon's office is up the west hall to the end," said the older voice with a thick New York accent.

Elise walked through the west hallway, looking at the doors, until she stopped at the door labeled Board of Admissions. She folded up the sinister note they had given her earlier, and threw it under the door.

"Fuck you and your stupid Sacrifice Program, you nine tentacled dick monsters!" She screamed. The office seemed to react, with whipping of meaty tendrils, and demonic groans, which Elise could see and hear through the frosted glass. Elise swallowed down her fear, and started walking to avoid confrontation.

She broke into a sprint, running down the hallway, and at the end of the hallway was a brilliant red door. She walked through it and was instantly seated in a gold chair. Sitting at the desk, opposite to her was a tall man with withered grey wings protruding from his black jacket. His dark eyes appeared to hold the suffering of a million souls, and his smile was crooked.

"Ms. Mircalla, I'm quite surprise to see you unscathed," The Dean said. His voice was smooth and low, with a manipulative edge.

"Well, almost," Elise shrugged, showing the Dean the blood soaked bandage on her arm.

"So, Ms. Aldous helped you. She doesn't normally help out the victims,"

"She was going to attack me, but I mentioned that douchebag in the mirror, and she freaked,"
The Dean sat up in his chair.

"Do you see my wings?" the Dean said, his dark eyes and hellish grin widening.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be able to?" Elise questioned.
The Dean ran his hand through his thick black hair.

"Wow, all those demons are going to be angry with me for not feeding their kids tonight," He spoke to himself.
Elise pieced the demonic appearance of the Dean with his mention of him taking care of the demons.

"Are you Satan?"

Elise's eyes grew big, awestruck at meeting the walking personification of evil. The movies never made him so handsome.

"Not quite Ms. Mircalla, though many call me Lucifer,"

The Dean proceeded to give Elise her dorm number, her books, and a last-minute, handwritten schedule.

"You are in Dorm 6B, and your roommates are Isabelle Aldous and Alexander Wairua. You are taking Hand to hand combat, Melee combat, Experimental Science, and Vampiren Studies. Your classes begin tomorrow," The Dean turned away from Elise, scrawling something onto paper.

"I have one last question," Elise asked.

The Dean sat up in his seat.

"Yes?"

"Why can I see all of this? Humans aren't supposed to pick up on this stuff,"

"Ms. Mircalla, the answer is simple. You aren't human,"

Elise shuddered at his tone, but dismissed her doubts.
He's a trickster. He's trying to make me doubt myself.

Elise got her schedule, thanked Satan, and left his office. Outside the door was this tiny black pug, who was yipping and jumping at her. The pug had familiar grey eyes.