Your roommate was a...weird one to say the least. He wasn't a social person, didn't go to any parties, didn't do any of the typical college stuff.

Beelzebub was a Biology student. He was calm, intelligent. Yet there was something unnerving about him.

Maybe it was the way you barely interacted, or maybe because he's so quiet his presence is almost unknown. you couldn't tell.

He stood there by his desk, focused on the dissection, gloved hands on a bloody scalpel over the body of the poor frog who lay splayed out, pinned to the tray.