Drake opened the door to Diana's dorm at Coates Academy, peeking his head in through the crack, not even bothering to knock. "Caine wants you."
Diana; sprawled across her bed in her uniform and white OTK socks, sat up and yawned. Surprisingly cheerful after being rejuvenated from her afternoon nap, she actually smiled at Drake.
"Hey messenger boy. That's the overstatement of the month."
However, Drake, as per usual- was in a default mood of his. Bitterness and slightly suffocated rage. "Whatever, bitch. Just get down to see Caine as soon as you can. You have a visitor."
He slammed the door, his footsteps loud enough to be heard as he stomped back down the hall to the boys wing.
Diana stretched and got off the bed, smoothing the back of her hair and adjusting her skirt.
From the view of her window she could see the sun starting to dip into the horizon.
Diana rapped softly on Caine's door.
She waited. Nothing.
She knocked a little louder, more forcibly this time. Impatient, she raised her fist to bang on the door-
"Oh, I know. Totally." She heard a distinctly feminine voice say from inside Caine's room. Muffled laughter.
Irritated and suspicious, Diana simply turned the knob and pushed the door open.
What she saw when she opened that door was one of the most horrifying surprises she'd witness during her time spent at Coates, pre-FAYZ.
The devil herself, dressed in a long-sleeved sweater and shorts so small they were close to being classified as denim underwear, was sitting on Caine's bed.
Satan. Satan was sitting on his bed.
And she was smiling up at him shyly. Fantastic.
Caine, putting on his best charmful smile and leaning against his desk, was laughing with her. Caine, laughing with Satan.
"Well, fuck me." Diana said, doing her best to mask her horror and disbelieving disgust. Not wanting to look dumb if this were the cruel joke she hoped it was.
Dahlia, evil incarnate, sitting on Caine's bed, turned toward Diana and smiled.
"Hello, litte sister."