The Grim Reaper Days: The Four Courts

I May Be A Bit Rusty At This But I Can Still Kick Your Ass

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Time flew slowly as Lucius waited impatiently for the class to end, but no matter how many times he looked at the clock, time did not progress any faster. He was amazed at fact that anyone could be this boring, and he knew boring. Councilmen, Representatives, or just about any one who worked with the Courts knew just how to lull him into a coma like sleep just by briefing him on current events. However, this teacher would put their skill of boredom to shame.

His voice was the equivalent of your least favorite song played extremely slow on repeat. He'd never elaborate on what he said, but he'd be sure you hear it. His voice was loud enough to reach even the people in the back corner with their music blasting through their outlandish earphones. Even his face seemed to annoy Lucius; the man's beady ash colored eyes eyed him more than once when he attempted to get Lucius to talk (and miserably at that). Then there were his dry lips that the man couldn't help but lick every other minute. The sound was absolutely horrific to listen to, imagine wet sand paper grinding against a chalk board, Lucius was surprised he ears hadn't started to bleed yet. Next was the teacher's sparse hair that surrounded his head, it had patches of grey and fading black. The only thing the style of his hair could only be compared to the aftermath of a tornado; nothing was where it was supposed to be. Hair could be behind his ear, swiped over the top of his head, hidden right above the tip of his neck, and a thin swipe right across his forehead. Finally there was his pitiful sense of fashion; it was either gaudy without reserve, overstated simple, too many styles (that should be illegal) in one, or just too many colors which includes socks and underwear, the professor had a bad habit of wearing dress pants without a belt and leaning over to pick up dropped pens, papers, and books that had fallen on to the floor.

And Lucius thought The War had been scarring, he never knew how much a man's tidy widies could impact a single person's life until now. Those faded white stained articles of clothing haunted his dreams, and made him dread coming to class the next day .

But no matter what he dreaded, the clock still moved forward.

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As the lecture drew on Lucius slouched further and further into his seat. He couldn't count how many times he had nearly fallen asleep in the past half an hour, but he had kept up with how many times his classmates had signaled to themselves that they were dying of boredom.

He almost prayed halfway through, he wasn't sure to whom though. As much as the humans blamed the devil for wrong doings, he knew the he rarely had a hand in their sins. Don't get the Reaper wrong though, he does have a long list of offenses, but the devil rarely gets a kick out of just messing with one person's life. When he ruins something, he doesn't just stop at one person, he offends a whole population.

But war, greed, famine, and disease, what do you think his Horsemen were for? Demons on the other hand were like teenagers. They think they already know everything and find themselves in trouble more often the naught, but only a handful are truly horrible beings.

God he wished one of these pesky things would just ruin the day, anything would be better than this torture.

And apparently God listened for once,

"Mr. Prosaic," a voice said from the doorway. Everyone turned to see who was there; anything was more interesting than this lecture. "Um, we've been told to cancel classes for the rest of the day."

In short, everyone celebrated in their own special way. Several people did a small dance in their chairs as they mouthed words of encouragement to themselves. A few others did a small moment of victory while they leaned back in their chair and sighed with relief. They escaped their small moment of hell. Lucius on the other hand was curious; what would make all classes be canceled?