It was for your own fuckin' good.

That was the particular lie Vil had woven, of course- to pull the wool over Epel's innocent lil' eyes once more and denying him of that truth the other knows the younger oh, so desperately desires and begs for, so pitifully too... Goodness, how it made his beautiful lil' heart hurt seeing the look of utter anguish mixed with a plethora of other emotions at Vil's indifference n' emotionless response, as he had basically humiliated the boy in front of all his other dorm members. That too, was to prove a point of who was commanding who in this situation, no matter how much Vil loved Epel like the misfit son he never desired nor really wanted in the first place, but still! If the lil' squirt was gonna be this rowdy n' loud 'bout his own opinions and what Vil did so wrong in the first place... Why was it so bad for Vil to simply treat Epel as the adult he so desperately wanted to pose as? See, there was truly no harm done at all, everyone knew this, seeing as they weren't foolishness enough to dare try and question their Housewarden's true intentions with his harshness and critique 'bout every lil' thing that was done and how exactly he ran the dorm as well. Which only benefited Vil in the meantime... As it meant less time he would have to spend disciplining those peasants he had the misfortune of calling his dorm mates.

Ugh... When was his life ever fair? Unless... Had you- the absolute, no other than sinful fool that was sloth incarnate; had your uncouth n' rebellious nature spread to more of his dorm members than just his poor lil' Epel? If so, then undoubtedly Vil would have to deal with you and put down these childish attempts at turning his own against him all in the name of being petty! Though Vil despised to face the reality of the situation which was the unbridled burnin' desire that set his blood, that would run hot, so warm it felt as if his whole body was on fire every time your gaze met his own with such fierceness... Sevens', curse this lust that overtook his soul.