Deja Vu

Y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶m̶o̶m̶ ̶s̶o̶l̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶O̶n̶e̶ ̶D̶i̶r̶e̶c̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ Crowley sold you to hell?
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Crowley forged some paperwork for you to pad out the roster of potential exchange students that were meant to be sent to the Devildom. Not enough students signed up for the option, so he figured it wouldn't hurt to throw your name in there to make the minimum. After all, it wasn't like you were actually going to get picked, right? You're magic-less!
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Which is precisely why he figured he didn't need to tell you about it. What a magnanimous man, not wanting to worry you over something so trivial.
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So the first you ever get to hear of any of this is from the demons themselves, when you arrive.
Spontaneously. With nothing but the stuff in your pockets and the bag on your shoulder.

It's like deja vu.

You'll have to survive a year here so you can k̶i̶l̶l̶ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 Crowley when you get back.