Start of It

It's 5:30 am, when I wake up to my mom tugging on me to get out of my slumberous sleep.

"Elliot, wake up sunshine, your bus is going to leave ya if you don't get up! I have to go to work early today again sadly, so I won't be able to drive you. Now I left you some breakfast to eat, I'll go now, you better not miss your bus little man, alright."

"Okay, yea yea"

I responded drowsily, still practically half asleep as my mom leaves. I force myself up from the grasps of my bed and start doing what I always do when I get up for school. I go brush my teeth, put on the clothes I'll wear, put my charging laptop in my bag and eat breakfast. Fixing up my messy hair a bit in the mirror.

I have black hair, brown eyes, slight pale skin and even features. Nothing much to describe because I'm pretty plain looking. if I have time I'll read a book, which right now I do indeed have the time. I start reading The Prince by Niccolò Machiavelli to pass time until, inventible my alarm to start the walk to the bus stop starts sounding off.

Walking to the bus now, in the darkness of 6 am. I swear the fucking school county should really think about starting school later than fucking 7:00. It's so annoying hearing adults say the reason we're to tired to work is because of not sleeping early enough. Well with that logic I might as well sleep at 8:30, dumbo. Only got 6 hours of the recommended 8.

Chess practice today as well, should be an opportunity to take 3rd board from Tristan, a player which I have surpassed in play but haven't got around to kicking him off 3rd place. My high school has quite a competitive chess clique, last year our team won the regional high school games by 59-1, lost one because our top guy blundered his bishop in a fork by queen.

Funny that anything else my High tries to be good at it fails tremendously, basketball, football, actual football, volleyball, all fails but for some reason chess developed quite fruitfully here. If anything I hope to be number one in the future.

I arrive too the bus stop, bus comes, ride bus to school, blah blah blah, and I'm in geometry class, the worst class in the boredom scale. Actually the worst class in any scale. Don't get me wrong I respect the field of study like any other, It's just not for me personally. It doesn't help that the teacher, Mr. Iblis is what I can only describe as fanatic for mathematics. In which he glosses over basic explanations of the subject and goes on rambling about who knows what.

And the white board he's writing on doesn't help in the slightest, guy wrote the equations that got the first man on the moon, like how the fuck am I supposed to interpret this shit without the proper explanations. Really quite the bad teaching practice this teacher has.

Anyhow instead of killing myself with listing to a lunatic, I rest my head on my desk.

My classmates have other ideas instead of letting me get my sleep. At this point they have come to the same conclusion as me and start ignoring the teacher, so they start rambling their own tunes. Really quite annoying to me, who only wants some rest.

"Hey, I heard Gloria broke up with her boyfriend, what's up with that?"

Rosy Abagail, Long blond hair, light blue eyes, pure white skin, annoying noise maker and bully who is only good for gossip and looks. She hangs out with a group of girls, apparently her friends though I like to call them minions as they follow her like a leader of sorts. I will admit she is beautiful, nice sized breasts and a nice round ass, but she is also as arrogant. Really just a school beauty who's a part time bully. One time I got bullied by her. Really it was just insults thrown at me of how I'm the nerdiest loser in class. Personally I could not care less what a brainless woman has to say of me.

I will say though that the peers in my class who laughed alongside her at my expense was infuriating, at that moment at lunch I wish I could have punched her in the face as justice for my humiliation. Couldn't because number one she has a boyfriend who could beat me up very easily, I am a flimsy character, skinny as well. And number two I have a free and calm rational mind, violence would only get me in more trouble. Tried reporting it to the teachers but as for as I know nothing happened, quite the incompetent staff I suppose. So my vengeance was unfulfilled that day.

"I'm so ready to get out of this trash class to got to gym."

Christian, forgot his last name. Brown short hair, green eyes, braindead stud who has more muscle than brain cells. To be honest I don't have much to say about him, he's not that annoying and has not wronged me in the past. He is relatively kind for his status of having the best physique in school. He is the boyfriend of rosy but I won't influence what is a good partner to have or not.

"yawn"

Molly Carline, Long black hair, pink eyes and the girl I have a crush on. She is also beautiful like Rosy but actually has character that isn't more shallow than a hole. She is magnificently smart and amazing in almost everything she does, is humble, likes reading and likes Hunter x Hunter. Basically a perfect match for me. I want to get closer with her but no opportunities have opened themselves up. I'm to lazy and, frankly scared to open a opportunity myself, love is a scary thing.

"Tsk! this class is shit."

I share the sentiment Ira Geoc-

"Alright, attention class! I will be handing out your homework for today, If you were paying attention to my lesson this should be a piece of cake!"

My attention suddenly goes to the nutcase teacher. Yes if we did listen to your lunacy of incoherent mess of speech, yea maybe. I'm really going to flop math class this year *sigh*.

"Oh and Elliot, I would like to have a discussion with you after class."

Okay what the hell did I do? Maybe it's just something innocent like my grades, but the tone in which he said that sends some underline message that I don't understand. Frankly It's the teacher's job to make the students have good grades, they teach the subject for fuck sake. If people get lack luster grades that's a problem with the business model not the customer.

My last year Algebra teacher said "I will lead the camel to a body of water, but I will not force it to drink." Well stupid fucking quote, If I was a teacher I would put shackles on the camel and force it to drink the water, weather it likes to or not. Authority is a very nice tool, If I had it I would use it to my own ends.

After class ended, Mr. Iblis called me up for are discussion. I walked towards the boring desk of his and took a seat on the chair In front of the desk. I sense something is off here, but I can't put my finger on it.

"So Elliot, I have noticed you are quite the prideful fellow, you do know that pride is a sin right?"

What the hell was this guy spouting? I know he's probably a lunatic, not in a right course of mind. If maybe I could pay a translator to decipher what he was saying, I wouldn't really mind the cost. Pride is a deadly sin according to some pope in 600 CE, the same popes who started crusading around causing mountains of bodies. Really not the type of people I would listen to if you ask me.

"Wow, you really are a clever and faithless one are you now~. You desire Authority, Power in both physical and mental, Money, Love and your most wanted desire, to rule the world! You always dreamt of it as a kid, If everybody just bowed to you and revered you as a superior being, oh how great the world would be~! You looked up to rulers of the past like Napoléon of the French Empire, Stalin of the Soviet Union, Cyrus of the Achaemenid Empire, Frederick II of Prussia, Caesar Augustus of the Roman Empire, I can keep listing more if you like."

???

I'm absolutely flabbergasted... Lik-

"Your are a great choice to be my great apostle. The Sinner of Pride, much potential you posses. I am excited to see how you mold the world and it's people with your blessing, or appropriately should I say, curse!"

As he states his decree, he starts forming into... something I've never seen in my reality. Black horns now sprouting from his head, his skin turning deathly pale, hooves replacing his feet, tearing the shoes he wears. He looks like...

"Allow me to introduce myself, I am known as many names, but you may call me Lucifer from now on. Now let me give you your blessing, or curse, however you may decide to interpret it's power!"

Lucifer then, with his formed sharp claws grabs my face with his right and lifts me up in the air, standing from his desk. A torrent of absolute and utter pain enters my body, but I can't scream!

I start loosing my sense of c-consciousness, to this v-vile thing! What kind of unlucky bastard did I need to be f-f-for this fantastical, allice in wonderland type shit to happ- AAARRCHH!!! ---

I lost complete consciousness, now only darkness envelops my vision.

Well... At least the pain is gone.