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3. The Profiles

Rainbow Kingdom Salvation Academy?

Wtf is that?

Sounds like a…Jesus school x.x For homos.

And that’s exactly what it is!

The Academy was founded in 1612 by King Bambini, who was a religious missionary; unfortunately, when the King went on a mission trip to Brazil, he was tragically bitten by a rabid vampire bat, thus turning him into the very creatures he most despised- a vampire. But, as we all know, the only thing more evil than a vampire is a GAY. And of course then there are gay vampires, but we shall not speak of those.

So, in order to buy his salvation, King Bambini decided to spend an eternity converting homosexual youngsters into moral, upright, citizens. He opened a school dedicated to the abolishment of evil. At first, it was merely a place for faggish teens. But soon it expanded to accept all sorts of societal blemishes- drug addicts, unwed teenage mothers, shoplifters, goths, and of course, the kids that write dirty things on public bathroom walls. It soon became co-educational, which helped a lot with the whole “gay conversion” thing, because now there were girls.

Of course, the school was also open to those dedicated to helping the cause. Self righteous, upright teens also attend, often to learn more about fighting evil. Classes include:. Crack is Wack, Zompire Hunting 101, Rap music is Rape minus the E, Football, Feeling Good about Yourself and Others, Math, History, Art, Foreign Language, Cooking, Reading, Defense against Temptation, Personal Wellness, Pull Up Your Pants, Gym, Weightlifting, Real Men Don’t Wear Makeup, Writing, Archery, and If You Wear that Much Black, People will think You’re Going to a Funeral.

Zompires, the Academy’s number one enemy (though they have many), are a recent abomination that have arisen due to the sinful act of vampires and zombies mating. They are undead, can fly, are generally very attractive like Vampires, and very stupid, like Zombies. They also have sharp fangs. And claws. They constantly attempt to break into the Academy and kill King Bambini (who is secretly still alive), but have very weak skin, and are therefore easily defeated if attacked from a distance.

Name: Calivair Farie Brasco-Mullens
Age: 98749879
Sex: A boastful male
Hair: Long Sangria tresses
Eyes: Molten tear stained coral
Height: 6'9"
Physical Abnormalities: The only inperfection on his body, is a small, infinitesimal scar, shaped like a lightening bolt, on his face; a parting gift from Paul, the most powerful dark wizard clown ever.
Abilities: Can teleport any part of his body to a different space avoiding any attack.
Personality: Sly and handsome features adorn this male, but he is a shy and tortured soul seeking true justice. Calivair loves books as all higher individuals do; they are more his friends than any one person. He values looks above all and is incredibly vain.
Background Story: A troubled past besets this vain creature. His parents had both been murdered by a runaway circus clown named Paul. Soon after he fell ill with scarlet fever, and the only way he was saved was by giving up his humanity and soul to be come a walker of the night. A friend of his parents gave him the gift and adopted him and other children, whom he then tried to inbreed. It was all a plot to start a cheap kitty porn ring. But the delusions of this freak did not last long, for Calivair with his resplendent terres murdered the whole family. He would not be caged like some beast, and families are the worst sort of cage. Ever since then he has been on a blood soaked path looking for a certain clown.
Extras: Did I mention that Calivair is a vampire? Cause that's kinda important. Knows the languages of German, French, and Italian. ((This list subject to change whenever the hell I feel like it.))
Theme:Thank You For The Venom - My Chemical Romance









Name: Lucifer Alfredo de Montaguillermo
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Hair: Inked tresses of the deepest raven
Eyes: Mischievously sparkling verdant gardens
Height: 6’5’’
Physical Abnormalities: Ashamed of his marred visage, this brooding male hides his stigma behind a velvet eyepatch, meticulously handcrafted by a monk he met while living in China. He would sooner die than reveal his flawed countenance to any other mortal. Oh yeah and he speaks Chinese. And plays piano. And harp. His pale slender fingers dance across the strings and keys with such ease and rapidity to make any gaming nerd jealous.
Abilities: Cursed by his forsaken name, Lucifer is endowed with the uncommon ability to unleash flames upon his foes. Due to his somewhat merciful nature, he uses it sparingly. Though his deep purring voice is usually enough to deter any would-be antagonists.
Personality: He doesn’t have one. He sacrificed it for a new gun.
Background Story: Mysteriously abandoned on a orphanage doorstep (because that never happens) in a carriage of black and crimson velvet, Lucifer’s early caretakers were reluctant to call him by the name he was given, but each time a nurse tried to rename him, they mysteriously disappeared and were found months later with their eyes gouged out. He grew up isolated, a loner. Laced with all sorts of unspeakable deeds, Lucifer’s past is a haze to himself as well as his peers, who do well not to ask. Miraculously, through past connections with the King Bombino of the Rainbow Kingdom Salvation Academy, he has landed himself a job as Zombie Defense 101 Professor. Let’s just hope his womanizing tendencies don’t get him into any shenanigans like last time ;D
Extras: He has a seemingly inconspicuous turtle in his dorm, named Tuttle. The only unusual thing about Tuttle is the deep onyx color of his shell. Little does anyone but Lucifer know though, but Tuttle too harbors a deep curse. Every full moon, the cute little companion of our hero is forced to transform…into…a DRAGONNN. RAWR.
Theme Song: Halos of the Son- Fuel. I feel it accurately describes the deepness of his personality. And plus it would make epic background amv music ftwww.








Name: Jamie Topper Blancmone
Age: 16
Sex: A timid female
Hair: The most boring of brown locks, looks like it was trimmed with a weed whacker.
Eyes: Pools of crystal clear azure
Height: 5'5"
Physical Abnormalities: Freckles of the purest sort blot her dull face.
Abilities: Her only abilities being to weep and hide, she is of the most useless sort. What is she doing in this school for vampire and zombie hunting is an intriguing question indeed.
Personality: Being a frightfully timid female, Jamie only risks herself for her true love. To everyone else however she is inexplicably a b***h.
Background Story: Raised in a middle class family who loved her very much, Jamie's past is an insufferable bore, but she will gladly tell you all about it till you are crying and begging for mercy.
Extras: Jamie is of the rarest breed, an elf. Her ears are the most fascinating thing about her, their pointedness knows no bounds.
Theme: Imogen Heap-Speeding Cars












Name: Pinku Hinatasakuramomiji Yoshimoshitikomikosamuraiyamamotokamikaze-chan
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Hair: Pink. You know. Like a Sakura blossom. Or the color pink. Like her name.
Eyes: -ahem- DEEP SWIRLING POOLS OF CASCADING AMETHYST OVERFLOWING WITH EMOTIONNN
Height: Probably short. Like 5’1’’
Physical Abnormalities: She’s short. And has purple eyes. That’s sorta cause for alarm I’d say.
Abilities: Oh and btw she’s a catgirl. She has ears and s**t. And a tail. She doesn’t really do much but bounce around and act cute.
Personality: Cute. Fun. Probably squeals and glomps people a lot. While speaking half Japanese half English. Her favorite word is “KAWAIIIIIIIIIIIII ^^”. Face included.
Background Story: Her dad ******** a cat. Idk why she’s so goddamn happy all the time. Japanese people are ******** weird.
Extras: Oh and I forgot to mention her heightened senses. You know. Cause she's a cat. So she can smell stuff really good. And she'll probably describe what she's smelling. In detail. In every post.
Theme song: The opening to Spiral listen to this s**t.










Name: Jeffrey Chaucer
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Hair: Short sepia locks (Wants to dye them raven as soon as possible.)
Eyes: Sparkling ochre stares out though outlines of heavy onyx eyeliner
Height: 6'5"
Physical Abnormalities: Twin scars on his wrist reveal his previous failure.
Abilities: Has the power to transmute weapons out of any object.
Personality: Life, what is the point in it all? One reason, pain. It would be better if we where all dead.
Background Story: Jeffrey Chaucer is the surrogate son of Calivair Farie Brasco-Mullens. As a child he was kidnapped from his parent's wealthy estate, by a group of marauding oysters that where wearing clown makeup. In Calivair's hunt for Paul, he found the oysters and slaughtered them all, even the babies. He found Jeffery in the wreckage of the camp, and decided to raise the child as his own... since vampires can't have kids... When the boy reached the age of 19, Calivair sent him to work on the inside of the school bent on destroying his kind...RKSA.
Extras: When there are no things to transmute, Jeffery uses a katana he always carries on his person.
Theme: My Chemical Romance - I'm Not Okay














Name: Fixra Spacles
Age: 333
Sex: Female
Hair: Gently wafting crimson ribbons
Eyes: A polished shade of beryl heliodor
Height: 4'8"
Physical Abnormalities: Even tho she is a pure fairy, she was born with a slight retarding feature... She has no wings, a thing all fairies must have. Because of her skills as a mechanic she has crafted hilariously dumb looking mechanical wings.
Abilities: Fixra is quite the advance mechanic, having no talent for anything else.
Personality: She is a loyal klutz, she can't hold on to anything for more than two seconds unless it is her wrench. She is also prone to weird fits of laughter and some might call her crazy. Fixra is prone to stare off into space for long times after doing anything, therefore she may do something, but then quit right after and become as a statue for a long while after.
Background Story: Fixra has a twin brother, named Emil. They are both what their parents refer to as oddball. Emil being a flaming homo, and her parents are quite sure that Fixra is in fact missing part of her brain. Being huge disappointments to their parents, they where sent to RKSA, Emil to fix his "little" problem and Fixra, just because she was too weird for the parents to be seen with her publicly. Now they've been trying to balance fixing their "shortcomings" with hunting down all the vampires and zombies in the world, a task not easily done.
Extras: Her mechanical wings are powered by farts. Also has something in her hair at all times like twigs or berries.
Theme song: Bright Eyes - First Day of My Life











Name: Emil Ichliebedich Adolf Franz-Ferdinand Hansel Kaspar von Volkswagen
Age: 333
Sex: Male. ….maybe?
Hair: The goldest of gold.
Eyes: Sparkling oceans of playful azure rain
Height: 4'10"
Physical Abnormalities: Besides his insatiable affinity for “Disco Sticks”, Emil is relatively normal. His fairy wings are small and easily hidden by fur trimmed jackets. Which he has 18 of. In every color of the rainbow.
Abilities: He can fly! Cause he’s a fairy! *…snicker…* No but literally. He’s a fairy. And can squeeze into the smallest pair of girl pants you can find. Really. He dares you.
Personality: Like a jigglypuff on crack. FASHION. HE’S EXTRMELEY WELL DRESSED. Hyper hyper hyper!!! OMFGZZZZ. And he loves EVERYONE. YAY. COOKIEFAIRYUNICORNSTARSHINESRAINBOWCAAAAKE.
Background Story: His twin sister, Fixra, and him were born to long-suffering fairy parents in old world Germany. For some reason, they have different last names. But whatever. It doesn’t really matter. Cause they are fairies after all. Some of the original students at RKSA, the twins were sent there by their parents in a futile attempt to correct their birth defects. Unfortunately for them though, there are SOOOO MANY CUUTE BOYS THERE, JA! <333 >w< and it only made Emil’s “problem” worse.
Extras: Known for his outstanding wardrobe, Emil has won RSKA’s “best dressed” award for the last 230 years straight and running. (lol…. “straight”). Hobbies include: Reading yaoi, baking cupcakes, and singing.
Theme song: LoveGames- Lady Gaga
















Name: Bridget Itch
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Hair: Half-assedly dyed black. You can totally see her blonde roots. They are like 4 ******** inches long.
Eyes: MOSSY GREEN DESPITE WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE IN THE PICTURE. IT LIES.
Height: like 6’5’’
Physical Abnormalities: Nothing, really, despite the fact that she thinks she’s a mummy from ancient Egypt and walks around in Ace bandages and toilet paper all the time. Also she’s goth. You know. Eyeliner. Black lace. Chains. Hot Topic. All that. Freakishly tall for a female, and despite being pretty chubby, she will never hesitate to criticize what YOU are eating, and how healthy she is in comparison. Due to a tragic accident in her youth where her mum accidentally whacked her in the head with a yaoi paddle, Bridget’s brain is severely malformed and shaped like a “W”. Ever since, she has been vehemently opposed to and disgusted by homosexuality in any form. This includes rainbows, fashionable clothing, interior design, Coldplay, Adam Lambert, and buttsex. Besides turning her severely homophobic, the accident also caused her mummy fixation. If anyone asks why she dresses the way she does, she will get extremely pissed off and threaten to put a curse on them. She walks slowly with her arms out in front of her, as anyone who thinks they’re a mummy obviously would. She wears ridiculous amounts of black eyeliner, and has a squirrel face.
Abilities: None really, but likes to talk about how much Swedish she knows. Also she’s an expert at tae-kwon-do and pretty much every other martial art. She likes to show off to Asian people. She’s also very good at one-upping, although it makes her a pathological liar.
Personality: Since she was a young girl, Bridget has always dreamt of becoming a world famous romance novelist. She always carries around her folder in which she keeps her over9000 page story of a plotless novel involving “schmexy” guys of the clichéd roleplay character variety.
Self righteous, vain, and opinionated, men fall for Bridget easily simply based on her “good” looks. She has a soft voice and is initially kind to the people she meets. Her annoying qualities emerge slowly.
Background Story: Bridget’s past is vast and emotional. First her accident, then, one day while writing pensively by herself in the playground where she spent most of her days, Bridget was approached by some guys who were up to no good. She got in one little fight and her mom got scared and said “You’re moving in with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.”
After being sent off with her sparse belongings in a cab with a license plate that read “fresh” and had dice in the mirror, she pulled up to the house at about seven or eight. In an extremely uncharacteristic fashion, she yelled to the cabby “YO HOMES, SMELL YA LATER!” as he sped away.
She ambled into the house where her auntie proceeded to beat her mercilessly in an alcohol-induced rage.
Theme Song: Something by Evanescence or Nightwish I really don’t know.






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Name: Anu Kakajuju Brown.
Age: Approximately 5,000 years old. But I appear to be not a day over 19.
Sex: Male.
Hair: Argentiforous tresses form his luxurious, medium length mane.
Eyes: If my body is plagued with the pains of hunger, my orbs of sight appear to be a deep crimson shade. However, if I have fed satisfactorily, they are the most iridescent shade of mahogany.
Height: 6'2''
Physical Abnormalities: I always wear black skintight leather pants, skintight leather jackets, skintight leather boots, skintight leather gloves....etc. The only thing of color on my person is my bright red cravat, which constantly rests on my throat. I am tall, pale, and schmexy. Of course, even though I'm older than Jesus, I conform to high school fashion stereotypes. My lip is pierced, which further accentuates my schmexiness. I also have 4 piercings in each ear, and a Prince Albert. But...unbeknownst to many, I carry a terrible burden. On the side of my head, just near my temple, lurks a growth so hideous, so revolting, that I dare not look. It is a..third n****e. However, I am still ravishingly handsome and goffik.
Abilities: The intense power of seduction. I am able to lure any person of my choosing into bed with me. I usually prefer women, but....butt. My only weakness is my inner demon's constant need to feed.
Personality: Oozing with sexuality and explosive male power, I stalk the halls of RKSA with surging confidence and poise. My liquid movements distinguish me from any plebian. I am a slippery fellow, always able to come up with a witty retort or a scathing remark.
Background Story: It is far too long and complex and dark for me to share in a mere profile page. I prefer to live in the present. But I will tell this much. I was born in ancient Sumeria, and at the tender age of 19, I was sacrificed to the demon Kakajuju, and he was forever bound within my body. Ever since then, I have been a tormented slave to his insatiable demands.
Extras: I collect cow-themed kitchen accessories. Don't judge.
Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WcGJ_xqqQ8Y

Carefully tucking the furtively-obtained slip of paper within a fur-trimmed refuge, Emil grasped the plastic tray and headed out to the Balcony for his breakfast. A reserved right for the seniors of RKSA, the Balcony sprawled out overlooking the entire school. Attached to the cafeteria, it held an exclusive number of members, Emil being one of them. The seniors ate, congregated, held meetings, and generally hung out in this breezy, beautiful, off limits area.

Taking his usual seat near the railing, Emil gazed out upon the lightening sky. Dark purple was slowly beginning to fade into dusky lavender. There were only a few people awake at this hour, he noted as crystal blue eyes scanned the Balcony. It looked safe. Using his breakfast tray as a shield from any would-be prying eyes, the German male surreptitiously reached a hand into the lining of his jacket, pulling out the hastily scribbled note. It was only a series of digits, written in emerald ink and exchanged secretly in a dark corridor the night before.

Porcelain skin…

Ebony tresses framing the face of an angel…

Soft lips…

It was dark, so much of the memory was blurry, rushed. Forbidden.

He memorized the telephone number before ripping the paper into bits and letting it float over the Balcony and out into the dawn. His eyes followed the fragments of parchment as they swayed out towards the rising sun, getting lost in their dance, eyes sliding out of focus.

Until...

An inconsistency with the picture perfect dawn sky occurred. He blinked. A speck had formed and was rapidly expanding as it approached. Long auburn hair flew out behind the figure…

Fix…

Emil’s eyes narrowed as he recognized his fail-sister, hurdling towards the school Balcony on her mechanical wings, laughing like a retard. But, then again…That wasn’t exactly abnormal behavior for her. He sighed, straightening his back, still wondering what the hell his sister was up to at this hour. And why she was away from school grounds.

Then he saw him. A vile creature, leaping back and forth between shadows of turrets and trees, tracking his sister. A zompire. Crystal blue spheres widened at the sight of the beast. They were RKSA’S enemies- soldiers of the devil himself. Seeing his dear twin was in danger, Emil went into epic-omg-hero-man mode and jumped up, launching himself over the balcony’s edge, simultaneously ripping off his shirt to expose a lean but chiseled torso……….. Oh and also his wings, which unfurled once free of the fabric. They stretched out, creating a dazzling multi-color screen in front of the rising sun. Exercising his shoulder muscles, Emil flapped his wings and began darting towards the zompire.


“Hey!” He cried with as much testosterone as he could muster, which was not much. However, it did take the creature’s focus away from his retarded sister, who continued flying and laughing like she was on some kind of fairy-crack.

The metallic voids of his opponent shifted towards him as the zompire made a beeline for the attractive German boy.

Azure eyes locked with liquid metal voids across the sky, dancing with mirth. A challenge. Emil knew he could defeat this demon. He reached behind him to unsheathe his weapon. It was not a knife, dagger, sword, gun, or even wrench he wielded. He possessed something much, much more unique. And not to mention FABLOUSSSS <3, JA!

From his back pocket, Emil withdrew his most treasured possession, the Greatest Hits of Cher, his favorite singer. Luckily, he had an endless supply of these CDs, and they happened to be excellent zompire fighting weapons. Cracking one out from its case, the blonde male flung the disc through the sky with surprising speed. It sliced through the air with deadly fabulous accuracy, aimed straight for the monster’s throat.

It hit its mark, “I Got You, Babe” effectively slitting the creature’s paper-skin at his most vital area. Crimson rivers spilled over “Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves” as the zompire choked on his own blood through his scarlet rose-petal lips. Metallic eyes shifted into a deep black. A horrific choking sound, and then a shriek, and then poof. The zompire evaporated into a hideously dull shade of gray dust.

How sickening…

And what a waste of a masterpiece…

Thought Emil as he saw the prismatic CD fragments poking through the zompire’s remains.

Ah, well. Cher is a small price to pay for my sister’s safety…

The sky was now a light pink color, and the rest of RKSA had awakened and were heading to breakfast. Emil stretched his wings again, turned, and headed back to the Balcony.

There’s someone in my seat…

Emil hovered over the railing of the Balcony for a few uncertain seconds, studying the dull yet charming girl below him. He was sure he’d probably seen her before; she looked close to his age. However, Emil’s crystal eyes could only be captured by true beauty, and very little else. Therefore, he took no notice. Even though her skirt was ÜBER KAWAII, she was plain, and therefore had no business in his seat.

Folding his shimmering wings behind his back once more, Emil Ichliebedich Adolf Franz-Ferdinand Hansel Kaspar von Volkswagen alighted upon the railing softly, like a graceful yet deadly falcon. He did not intend to frighten the girl, only to make his prescence known.

“…Excuse me..” He began with a soft giggle, a smirk blossoming onto his rosy cheeks. “I believe you are in my seat…” A thin yet muscular arm gestured to the crumpled lavender-zebra-striped-with-gold-sequins-jacket, which laid in a wrinkled and entirely unfashionable fashion on the alabaster floor near her feet. “You see, I believe that is my coat…” Emil did not intend to sound intimidating, but rather wanted to inform the clueless girl in a polite tone. “However, I’d be willing to share…” A mischievous ivory lid closed over one sparkling azure eye in a teasing wink; his giggly and accented voice clipped over the foreign words with ebullient ease “As long as you tell me where you got that ÜBER CÜÜÜÜÜTE SKIRT!”

His face exploded in a friendly smile as he took the adjacent seat to the girl.

“What’s your name, ja? I don’t know if we’ve ever met!”

Cerulean sapphire orbs glittered with interest and playfulness as Emil studied the girl in front of him. In his mind though, he was reminiscing about the previous night…

Flushed cheeks…

Blurred movements…

Filled with the passion of haste…

The emerald-inked numbers played over and over in his mind. He could not forget. He would see him again tonight…

Rising from his reverie, the golden-tressed male returned his attention to the girl…

Ah, the first day of a new semester.

He was no Vampire, but even a mere mortal could sense the tension and excitement that permeated the school. The ebony-clad male supposed he should be outside, socializing with other professors, friends, perhaps favorite students, but, no… He preferred his solitude. A single shard of light escaped his heavily clothed window, falling on the shell of his beloved pet Tuttle, who looked up at his master with knowing and painful eyes.

A pale slender hand reached out to caress the onyx armor around the turtle. A current of deep understanding seemed to pass between man and beast; both cursed, as they sat in empathizing silence.

A soft sigh escaped his thin lips as he pondered the day ahead of him. Lucifer did not particularly enjoy his job, but, it was really his only option now. Plus, he owed Bombini. Though, he had to admit, he did not understand the man. A walking contradiction, the King was. Founding a school that went against everything that he was? The word hypocrite vaguely rippled through Lucifer’s mind before the dark male shook it out. He owed Bombini. It was best not to insert his own opinions into the man’s peculiar ways.

He sighed again, deeply this time, causing the black fabric that covered his chest to inflate slightly, sounds of bits of metal chains clinking together. The light penetrating the room had grown brighter; it was nearly time for class to start.

Catching sight of himself in a bit of the reflection from Tuttle’s stained-glass prison, Lucifer turned away in pain, allowing locks of the deepest raven to cover his monstrous visage. He did not allow mirrors anywhere near him. In the past, this had brought horrible rumors. People talked. Called him a Vampire. A freak. But, in truth, he simply could not bear to see his reflection. Cruel reminders of his past marred his otherwise handsome face. He was an abomination…

In a fit of sudden rage, he pushed the glass case away from him violently. It clunked against the side of the wall, jarring a very frazzled turtle. Normally brown irises flashed crimson, like blood filling a neglected pool. His arms shook. Tuttle cowered in the corner of his tank, peering at his master with hurt yet compassionate olive eyes.

The shakes slowly began to subside. Lucifer took a deep breath, his eyes returning to their usual mysterious coffee color. He grabbed a dazzling burgundy piece of velvet from his dresser, wrapping it around his head. The eyepatch fit over his stigmatic skin with ease and comfort. Exhaling, the professor knelt down next to his companion, looking at the turtle with sorrow filling his eyes of emotion.

“I’m…sorry…” He breathed. Luci could no longer bear the guilt of hurting his friend, albeit had been accidental. Grabbing a revolver from his nightstand, the gothic man stuffed the gun into the leather pocket on his coat, and stormed out of the room.

Time for class…

He stood at the front of the room he had been provided by the King, waiting for the arrival of his new and returning students. The walls were made of soundproof, bulletproof, fiberglass; painted over with a wooden veneer to give the feel of a safe, warm, winter hunting lodge. A large cupboard to the left of him was filled with all he needed to teach. Guns, glass throwing knives, targets, safety gear, a few textbooks, crossbows, chains made of copper, and of course, a vast supply of radishes, which as we all know is the main skin irritant of Zompires occupied the space within. Not to mention the impressive stock of purple crayons that Lucifer possessed. When stabbed into a Zompire’s heart with the correct amount of force and accuracy, the purple pigmentation and wax from the seemingly innocent coloring tool would react with the chemicals in the demon’s blood, causing an instant and fantastic explosion. No Zompire could survive the effects of a purple crayon.

As students began filing into the classroom, Lucifer suddenly felt a strong pang of…was it… self loathing? Self consciousness? He could feel the young eyes boring into his eyepatch, wondering what sort of gruesome injury could lie beneath it. He closed his eyes tightly, willing away the pain, the emotion. He couldn’t deal with it. Not now.

He only hoped the class would pass as quickly as possible.