-Thomas Aquinas, medieval theologian on the subject of Greed
Damien's quest was finally becoming a bit of a challenge. Ironically enough, the new level of difficulty was his own fault.
The high school Damien had been selecting the majority of his victims from decided to implement new policies in the aftermath of the recent student deaths. Strangely enough, at least in Damien's opinion, being nice to others topped the list of new rules. School bullies were now non-existant, thanks to stricter punishments concerning in-school fighting. Teachers discussed problems with unruly students instead of assigning them detention and telling them to shut up. Signs throughout the building reminded students and faculty alike that there was a "no weapons" policy in place. This included such dangerous schoolyard "weapons" as pencils and paper, which could be used for stabbing or cutting respectively. Although the school experienced a small backlash regarding the rules, no one challenged the absurdity of banning paper. "It saves trees, and besides, paper cuts really hurt!" said the head of the PTA.
Unfortunately the new rules all said nothing about the use of black magic. Damien would continue killing until all of the sins had been accounted for. He just needed to find another victim first. With this new wave of kindness sweeping over the school, no one was sinning anymore. It was becoming quite the problem.
As he made his way through the halls one morning, Damien overheard Kenny McCormick talking with Token Williams. The folks in Hell were quite familiar with Kenny. The boy had paid many a visit there in the past. Damien still wouldn't hesitate to kill him if he slipped up of course, but in Kenny's case there was really no point.
Damien leaned against a set of lockers as other students moved around him. He focused in closely on the conversation the other boys were having. Eavsdropping was what led him to his last two kills, so being a snoop obviously had its rewards. Besides, he was having a slow week so far. Surely Kenny would be good for a sin or two.
"I told you no." Token said.
"Why not?" the blonde wondered. "You're rich!"
Token shook his head. "If I give you money, you'll just spend it on drugs."
Damien grinned with newfound hope.
"Drugs!" Kenny replied, shocked. "I just wanna buy lunch!"
Damien snapped his fingers, his hopes dashed.
"My dad said that's what all you poor people say." Token explained. "He says you're all poor because you're addicts, and you never actually buy food with the money we give you."
Kenny glared. "I'm not some homeless crackhead, asshole! I'm just hungry!"
"I can't take that risk. Besides, I only have hundreds on me. Even if you did get food they won't have enough change."
Kenny flipped off his so-called friend before angrily turning on his heels and marching away. "Fine!"
Kenny may have proven a disappointment, but Damien had still found what he was looking for.
Token made his way into the locker room of the school gymnasium. Class hadn't begun yet, but Token wasn't about to trust the other students with his money.
changing clothes for gym was a requirement. This meant storing your regular school clothes in a locker during class, along with any personal items the pockets of those clothes might contain. All students were allowed to put locks on their lockers of course, and of course Token had the most expensive, high-tech lock on the market today, but that still wasn't evough for him. He didn't trust the other middle class students one bit.
Token reached into his locker and pulled out a hollow, decoy wall he had put up inside of the locker on the first day of school. He placed his massive wallet between the fake and the real walls, and then closed the gap between the two. Token sighed in relief as he removed his gym clothes and shut the locker door. His money was once again safe from any intruders.
Except the one standing right behind him.
Damien finally got the rich boy's attention after he was done reapplying his lock.
"You wouldn't share your money." he pointed out right away, not even wasting time exchanging pleasantries.
Token jumped in surprise. He turned to face the demon. "Who are you!" he snapped.
"Let's just say I'm new here."
"Well new kid, you aren't supposed to be spying on me!" Token said in a slightly annoyed tone.
"What's the matter?" Damien questioned. "Afraid I'll take your money?"
"Well, yes."
The son of Satan grinned a dark grin as his eyes began to flash a violent shade of red. "You should be more concerned about the oil."
Before he could ask What was meant by that comment, Token felt his feet heating up rapidly. The floor around him was turning into a very hot substance. Apparently it was oil. Very hot oil.
Since Token was apparently used to the finer things in life, Damien made sure that he used only the finest, slickest oil imported all the way from Hades. He didn't bother letting the rich jerk in on that information though. Token's screams would've only blocked out his voice anyway. The black kid tried to find some solid ground to stand on; but everywhere he went, Damien's eyes followed, turning the surrounding area into boiling, rising oil.
As the hot fluid swallowed up his body, Token stared up at Damien in disbelief. The slowly dying boy asked himself many internal questions. Why would someone he'd never met before today take his life? How did he conjure up the oil? How could this kid be so heartless? So cruel? So...
Token lost his train of thought when he saw Damien breaking into his locker. He never actually said he wouldn't take the money.
Token gasped in horror and pain as Damien removed the fake wall and snatched his wallet. "You won't be needing this."
Token glared at the demon, helpless to stop him. It was then that he blurted out the most likely answer to why Damien was doing all of this.
"You're a dick!"
At that point, the oil went over his head.HIs last words were both fitting and true.
As Damien casually walked off from the scene of the crime, weighed down slightly more thanks to the overgrown wallet in his pocket, he went over the number of sins/kills in his mind. The sin of greed? Check! "Five down, two to go." he said proudly to himself before walking out the nearest exit door.
With his newfound wealth, Damien could now partake in some delightful earthly sinning of his own. It would be a lot more fun than going to a school with no paper.