Samuel Bomban, the newest in line for the title of Witch Doctor, smiled as he gazed about during the opening ceremony. Rows upon rows of other villains, seated next to each other, bountiful plates of food in front of them. He could barely contain himself. The speeches could go to hell. Instead he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, taking everyones scent in. Even from the teachers and the dean. He muttered some words to himself, barely audible.<br/><br/>"Such sweet souls ... Except for a couple of bad apples. Sour like Vinegar ... Absolutely disgusting"<br/><br/>He took another sniff and opened his eyes, scanning the crowd. Samuel had smelled an incredible scent. Nothing more sweet had ever been smelled or tasted by him, and it intrigued him. His nose and eyes brought him to a red-headed girl, sitting just a couple of benches away from him. He licked his lips just about when the oath was to be taken.<br/><br/>"I swear to Heresy and Heathen's this Academy built on liars, cheats, fakes, bastards, demons, devils, monsters, creatures, aberrations and more. I pledge my soul to this building and all within it. I pledge my body and mind to the exploits of pure malevolence and trickery, to crush those weaker than myself and destroy those who should not be in this place with us. I pledge myself to Heathen's Academy for Despicable Villainy."<br/><br/>Samuel laughed as he felt the words burned into his bronzed skin. A little bit of pain of the flesh was nothing. The pain of the soul, being bound to this place, was worse. Samuel, however, didn't feel a thing since he was overcome by the sensation of all the young souls in here, suffering. Again, he licked his lips. With a few quick steps of his longs legs, and a few distractions, he got to where Ruby was sitting. That sweet smell getting even better. Standing over her, he pulled out deck of Tarot Cards from his coat pocket. Without much ado, he pulled out a card and tossed it over Ruby her head. The card eventually landed in front of her, sticking in the table with one corner, exposing the drawing.<br/><br/>"The card of the Broken Mirror. It means that in this place you'll find out who you really are. What you really are ... And that you'll do anything to stop you from becoming it."<br/><br/>He whispered the words as he walked past her, moving just a couple of places to check out some students gambling with dice and a few cups of wine.