<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/FyHK91k.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Erebus Mora Hermaeus<br/><strong>Time:</strong>07:00 a.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>History Classroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Father Benedict Venator(Mentioned), Rayvn Knight<br/><hr/><br/>Emerald green eyes glanced at The Father and returned a nod. The Incubus was fond of the mortal despite the difference between the church and he'll spawn as himself; then again religious representatives tended to meddle in the affairs of the unholy and vice versa. There had been times where he wished to discuss the views of what hell was, but what he knew would be too much for the mankind to handle. The last time he attempted to explain things got a bit messy.<br/><br/><em>Omnefitum gemnax...nidacor Dominex...Fastupulum rama costipulat.</em>A galaxy with small brown and blue spheres floated amongst clouds of ethereal pink dust. Each of these planets were earth in a sense as they floated within the dominion of Lust. Each the same, yet different in its own right. The positioning determined the physical laws. Within the center of the dominion planets were surrounded by a particularly dense pink cloud. Magic is strong on these worlds as it lies on the intersection of multiple dense regions of dominion.<br/><br/>Earths close to dense regions of dominion have weaker barriers separating them from the rest of hell. Magic seeps in. It's easier for daemons to cross over, and for humans to do the same. The fantastical is commonplace. As for other worlds are further out. The influence of hell is less. Daemons appear rarely. Magic is weak. While some... are so far out that magic and daemons are nonexistent. Their people only get to know about the likes his kind by reading about them in stories like this. Then again that man could be a benefit to his people so sharing something as complex could blur the lines hatred long enough to have a middle ground. Maybe even a sense of understanding of the unknown.<br/><br/><em>A hopeful whim of a single Incubus...</em><br/><hr/><br/>Erebus was in his classroom reading a book as usual to his routine. It was quite large and had a odd cover of a unfathomable creature with claws. From his perspective it looked like a mutated crab had been branded into the ebony cover. Eyes darting from left to to right as he skimmed overy the dead language in which it was inscribed. His class was usually empty at this time, but it was an oddity to have a student come so early to his class.<em>'Oh. It's this one...'</em>referring to Rayvn Knight of all the succubi he felt a bit... well he didn't know the exact words to place upon this girl. She seemed to find amusement in getting a rise out of her teacher. He'd learned to ignore her, but without other students he didn't have much choice.<br/><br/>"What can I do for you Miss Knight?" Finally putting down his book long enough to give her a small victory. Erebus gazed upon her with half lidded eyes."Shouldn't you be at breakfast with the other students or is there a particular reason for coming to my class?" She the young succubus expected a meal from him that the poor girl was going to go hungry as Mr.Hermaeus wasn't keen on feeding others. If she had a keen enough sense of smell she'd notice he was emitting a very sweet smell about himself that most chaste young men seemed to have a scent which was usually hidden by the less pure beings he surrounded himself with.