<div class="floatleft">(http://img14.deviantart.net/b1b0/i/2012/276/2/7/priest_gokudera_by_venera_taro-d5gnmum.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Father Benedict Venator<br/><strong>Time:</strong>06:00 to 06:30<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Quarters: Teacher’s Lounge<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: James Howard Dirlington, Erebus Mora Hermaeus, any other staff member.<br/><hr/><br/>Father Benedict did not need an alarm. Especially not here, in this demon academy. No, despite his decision to change his tact and sign up with these creatures, he was still not exactly comfortable hanging around here. After all, ex-priest or not, he was still at least trying to pretend at chastity. Hopefully the wards that the headmistress had worked into his rosary would help keep over-eager students away, at least. Perhaps the teachers would leave him alone too. One could only pray. Which he had spent the last hour doing. But now it was 6 o’clock, and he had to get ready for his first day as a teacher. Well, as a teacher of demons. Some of his fondest days had been spent teaching at seminary, and so he had the credentials for his current position. Indeed, he was an expert in Comparative and Advanced Theology in most of its myriad forms. Then again, ‘demons’ apparently had their own view of the universe, so he was teaching ‘Human Theology’. Just that name alone told him quite a lot about these people.<br/><br/>For, horns and magic aside, he had come to realize recently that they<em> were</em>people. After all, they had children, younglings who needed to be taught. Perhaps he could be a good influence in their ‘young’ (relatively speaking) lives, steer them towards a path that would involve slightly less reasons for priests like him to hunt them down and banish them to hell. Even if turning them into good little Christians was more a fond dream than anything even remotely likely, perhaps he could at least teach them how to avoid direct conflict with the Church. That way, they would be purged, exorcised, slain, and banished less (a win for them) and would be less of a headache for his brethren (a win for them to). At least, that is how Father Benedict was justifying his decision to accept this new life on the other side. Not a month ago, he had been fervently hunting these creatures down, and now he was pretty thoroughly under their control. Since they seemed equally hesitant to kill him, mindwipe-him, or simply release him, well, this was a win-win too. They would keep him as a sort-of prisoner, and he would make himself useful. It certainly helped with his decision that outside this academy, the human world in general thought him dead, and his brethren already thought him a traitor - sad to say - so he really did not have anywhere else to go.<br/><br/>Still, despite repeated mulling over his new position, he still could not shake off a mixture of dread and guilt. He really did not know what to expect from young succubi and incubi. Probably a lot of really scandalous behaviors, at least by human standards. Oh well, he would simply have to make due.<br/><br/>And so, the ex-priest made his way to the teacher’s lounge, passing that secretive incubus Erebus Hermaeus on the way. Benedict greeted him with a nod. That fellow did uncannily resemble someone in organized crime…<br/><br/>Eh, no matter. The ex-priest entered the teacher lounge to see the other human there, a strange fellow who… well, Benedict would refrain from judgement. At least he had started the coffee pot. “Blessed morning to you, Dirlington.” Father Benedict greeted him. “I am looking forward to starting my first day of classes.” He sniffed the coffee after pouring himself a cup. “Hmm…” The ex-priest took a small vial filled with deep black liquid from his robes and poured it into his mug. He took a sip and smiled. “Excellent. That should do the trick. Thank you for brewing this. Now, what are the normal morning procedures around here?”