[center][color=crimson][h3]Lucifer[/h3]
[i]Location: Psychology -> Paint Spill
Interactions: [@carla6677][@Letmehaveone2] [/i][/color]
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Lucifer was growing agitated. Where was the damn teacher?! He was already starting to grind his teeth in aggression, tapping anxiously on the desk with his nails. No longer able to sit still and wait any longer, the impatient prince got up from his desk and left the classroom without a word. He was going to the office to complain as to why his class hadn't started yet. What could these imbeciles possibly be doing?!

The son of the devil paused on his way down the corridor, nose twitching slightly. [color=crimson][i]Is that... blood? There aren't humans here... why is there the smell of their blood then?[/i][/color] Curious, Lucifer followed the scent quietly, stopping at the sight of some creature— a vampire or something like that— wreathing in a pool of blood. The feline eyes darted over to the culprit, a bucket with the crimson liquid staining its metal interior that had been cast to the side. [color=crimson][i]Someone must have planted it to spill on top of a blood craving creature... but why?[/i][/color]

Lucifer decided to watch from a distance with an intrigued blank stare, as if watching a caged animal in the zoo. This should be entertaining, to say the least...