I think my professor is Lucifer. Okay, this would make more sense if I put it into context. I go to college, as most teenagers do, and one of the classes I have to take is religion, the class is only once a week and it’s just our opinion on certain things like sexism and religion and such, nothing overly difficult or interesting. The professor is a normal guy, looks around late twenties, killer facial hair, quite orange eyes, very pale light brown skin, scruffy brown hair. Okay, I’m rambling, he’s pretty attractive alright? I can’t deny that. Like one of those leather jacket guys with a few ear piercings who looks rough but attractive. Anyway, I’m convinced he’s Lucifer. As in satan, a demon, the devil, you get the point. Sure it’s a weird thing to think and really I could just be making it up and paranoid but seriously, for a religion professor, this guy really doesn’t like religion. He constantly smirks and says it’s all bull, one time he joked that he’d be a satanist or worship himself, and he constantly rambles on about how ouija boards and ‘summoning circles’ are never made correctly these days. I mean sure he could be a satanist or some over-enthusiastic satan fanboy but he doesn’t look like that kind of person.
Okay okay, don’t judge a book by its cover. Which is why I took down notes when he rambled, and I’m now here. At one am, in my apartment, drinking a lot of strong coffee and arranging a few candles and the other ingredients he’d mentioned. Not much surprisingly, but still, why not try it. It’s not gonna work anyway, I don’t even believe in God and Satan, but I mean, I’ve gotta try and prove it for the fun. Not that I want him in my apartment or thought about making a second cup of coffee just in case. Nope.