<strong>Name;</strong>Arioch<br/><strong>Time;</strong>Morning, Day 1<br/><strong>Location;</strong>Dining Hall<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Anyone<br/><br/>He was content for the moment or as content a denizen of hell could be  Even in a place boasted some tiny semblance of order such as SIN seemed more chaotic than most battlefields on Earth, or at least he thought so.  His eyes flicked from one occupant to the other.  The teachers were all present, some talking to each other while others opted for solitude to perfect their craft.  Arioch yawned as he leaned forward to prop his chin on his hand atop the table as he waited.  Classes wouldn't be starting for a while, so he wondered why he'd been summoned so early.<br/><br/>The answer came a moment later.  There was a pulling at his mind in the direction toward the other end of the hall.  It was a sensation he was familiar with, a sort of sixth sense.  Either something had happened on another plane of existence, something which produced enough power to be picked up by him there in Hell, or something was about to happen.<br/><br/>A dark apparition appeared at the exact direction of his gaze.  He sensed immense power from the dark silhouette of a man and great evil to match it.  His voice was unmistakable.  He spoke in a tone that not only meant for ears but for the mind.  His speech penetrated thoughts to ensure full understanding though Arioch was certain that mortals listening would have gone insane at word one.  A greeting and a few rallying words were what seemed to be important enough for the darkest of lords to appear to them.  Arioch guessed that he did found the institute, so an appearance at some point or another was warranted.  Still, he said nothing and listened until their great leader turned the floor over to their apparent instructors for the duration of their stay.  To say he was waiting in eager anticipation would have been a great illusion, indeed.<br/><br/>He sighed and scanned the other students.  They seemed like an odd bunch though Hell was as diverse as any place.  A child of Lilith, a coveter, a glutton, a sulky attention seeker, a bad tempered weed, and then himself...self-proclaimed expert on all things false.  "What exactly can you teach a being whose entire purpose is built around intangible apparitions?"  He murmured to himself.