He’s going to kill you when he gets his hands on you.

The Society’s meeting hall has been trashed. Graffiti in red paint is smeared on the wall, the color of blood. The entire center has been destroyed, presumably by a hammer and a couple of angry college kids. 5 of the 15 secret passages have been found. And most of all, you, their little leader, has left a taunt on his seat.

It’s a letter. It’s folded neatly and very bluntly reads ‘Come try me again.’

He’s. Going. To. Kill. You.

He storms through the Academy’s stone halls. The tradition of Secret Societies has been here since the dawn of time, and the Academy doesn’t know of his. They can’t know. It’d ruin the plan.

The Academy cant know he’s running an illegal business down there, equipped with every nefarious profession to ever exist. He’s gotten close a few times. Students or staff have figured out it’s there. They’re usually bought off. If they’re not, their head is used as decoration for one of the torches.

For centuries, the Secret Society of Lucifer’s Children has been the only organization. Therefore, it is a monopoly and holds complete power.

Until you and that pleated skirt came along.

If the Devil is real, he’s sure you’re the incarnate. You’ve been nothing but a whole rose bush in his side ever since you step foot on this campus. The only reason he hasn’t rid of you yet is because you’re too slippery and clever. The worst combination, if you ask him.

And now you are your little ragtag group of wannabe Secret Society members have trashed his lair.

He’s going to kill you. And then he’s going to kiss you and keep you in his arms and never let you leave.