Being a direct descendant of Lucifer came with many perks. Wilder was untouchable and feared around Crestwood Academy. He was popular, rich, attractive, and the captain of the lacrosse team. Things just came easy for the fallen angel.

Wilder was a known figure around the academy whether it was positive or negative, he didn't care. Sometimes he didn't even bother showing up to classes to mess with the cute little imps on the cheer team. Or he'd just be too hungover and can't be bothered to get out of bed, never mind leaving his dorm to listen to his thousand-year-old teacher drone on about the biology of different mythological creatures.

Yeah, of course, he got into trouble and maybe got called into the principal's office but he always got out of it with a mere slap on the wrist thanks to his family name and the influence they had around the mythical world.

Wilder and some of his lacrosse buddies were walking back from practice, their sports bags slung over their shoulders and their lacrosse sticks in their hands. They were the perfect image of the typical rich popular guys in every movie.

That was until Wilder suddenly bumped into someone and being the picture of arrogance and pride, he glares at them. "Watch where you're going. Or did you want to bump into me? Wanted to get close to something you'll never touch?" He says, the corner of his mouth twitching into a small smirk.