I sure had a lot of stuff for a person who lived pretty much in complete squalor. I sat in a booth across from my my two duffle bags marked "LIZ P." in a small retro dinner not far from the airport in Bangor, Maine. My first day of classes started in 3 days and I hadn't even unloaded all of my shit into my room. Because of some freak snow storm, I had missed my flight and had to miss orientation day yesterday, which probably would have been my only chance to make any friends in my dorm. This was the beginning of what I already knew was going to be hell week. I wasn't even planning on pledging.
I pushed the blueberry crumble around on my plate with my fork. The ice cream had melted making the sad looking dessert look even sadder. I sighed a deep sigh, warranting the attention of a group of boys a year or two older than me, who were chugging beers and laughing at bad jokes two booths behind me. One of the boys, who appeared to be the ring leader of the group got up from his table and sat in the minimal available space across from me. He must have been very tall because when he sat down his knees' hit mine, causing a groan to slip through my lips. He had a confident but easy-going air to him, with a lazy grin spread across his face, as if smiling for too long didn't hurt his face. His black hair fell into his blue eyes, slightly obscuring me from seeing his face entirely.
"Hi." he spoke with ease.
"Hello." I said as if I didn't care that a stranger was talking to me, even though he was making me scream internally.
"Now whats a pretty girl like you sitting all alone in a diner during the middle of the night?" He turned to look at my stuff. "Are you running away from home... Liz?" He purred my name. Why did the cute ones always have to be the creepy ones?
"No." I wasn't going to give him more than a one word answer.
"Only going to give one word answers I see. That's okay. I can hold this convo on my own." I just rolled my eyes.
"Look here pal, I have just come off a really long flight and am in no mood to spend the next twenty minutes flirting with you and then going to the bathroom to fuck until you get bored and then leave without another word. Now if you'll excuse me I need to go order a cab." I felt I was blunt enough to get the message across without pissing off the poor chump. I grabbed my backpack off the bench and started walking towards the pay phone. But before I was even five feet away from the table, he grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to face him.
"Who said you could walk away from me?" He spat, leaving a trail of saliva across my cheek. I just sighed.
"You American men and thinking you're the shit." I punched him straight across the nose. I could feel his nose crunch as skin hit skin and he let out a shrill of despair and hit the floor with a loud thud. My power surged beneath my skin, wanting so desperately to break free and cause chaos. This was not the time or the place for that so I had to force my self to cool down.
"Asshole." I whispered. His friends got out of their booth and started towards me, with haunted looks across their faces. They appeared to be in some sort of trance.
"You have striked Lord Asmodeus. Prepare to pay." They all chanted in unison.
Asmodeus? Wasn't he the Christian Demon of Lust? That would make sense though why he was trying to seduce me into doing him. I felt something was off the second he slid into my booth. Hmm, what's a christian demon doing in Maine? Especially one of The Seven. This is getting weirder. I knocked all three lackeys out each with a single punch to the face, before I hightailed it to the front of the diner and ordered myself a cab. I would sleep in the university library for the night. The cab pulled up just as the boys were starting to get up off the ground. They ran out of the diner just as we started to speed down the road. To finish off my weird night, all four boys turned to dust and began floating away into the night on the wind, leaving a feeling of discomfort in the pit of my stomach. This was not how my plan was supposed to have gone.