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"you know, you are such a lazy teacher, it's sinful," Sans said making Papyrus groan. Sans, Papyrus and Frisk were visiting Falmercia in her room. The room still didn't have any lights; however, everyone had long since gotten used to the lighting issue.

Falmercia shrugged, leaning back against the headboard of her be as she sat on it, "Soul magic's a big topic, and because you losers don't even know the bare basics, I have to teach you from scratch, and I don't want to have to split topics between classes, then I'd have to remember where I was up too, which would just be too much effort.

"BUT FALMERCIA, TO NOT TEACH ANYONE ANYTHING AND SPEND HALF THE LESSON SLEEPING IS A BIT TOO FAR, DON'T YOU THINK?" said Papyrus.

"i wouldn't say she didn't teach us anything," Sans defended Falmercia, "i did learn something new before she decided to put the lesson to rest." Sans looked directly at Falmercia, "you said demons were created, created by who?" Falmercia had been consistently tight-lipped on the subject of demons, and Sans had a feeling that they needed to know more. What gave him this feeling? He didn't know.

Falmercia blinked, "Who else? The Devil." She said like it was obvious. Everyone else in the room stilled coming to a sudden realisation that they should have probably come to before.

"So, you are saying…" Frisk started to ask in a quiet voice, "That God and the Devil are real?"

"Don't say that name! Do you want to kill me?! And of course, they're real." Falmercia snapped at Frisk, making them flinch back.

"BUT FALMERCIA, YOU SAID THAT NAME?" Papyrus protested in confusion.

"i thinks she's talking about the other one, bro," Sans explained, he looked to Falmercia, who confirmed his theory with a nod.

"BUT… WHY?" Papyrus asked.

Falmercia remained irritated, Sans had noticed that Falmercia was still not used to handling her emotions, even after all this time, but still, she managed to explain without shouting.

"We demons don't have an afterlife to go to, so we don't have to follow any of, His, rules, with one and only one exception. Do. Not. Commit. Blasphemy. It's begging for unwanted attention." Falmercia started sending glances towards the ceiling, as if afraid that lightning would strike through the roof and kill her where she stood.

"Sorry." Frisk apologised.

Sans was still in shock, as a scientist, this was a bit more difficult for him to handle, "i'm still adjusting to the fact that they're real."

Falmercia rolled her eyes, "Get used to it. If it makes you feel better, you mortals don't have exactly what I'd call an accurate record of either of them, what you lot know is at least 20% fairy tales and 15% demon propaganda."

Sans nodded. "So, why are demons created again?"

Falmercia shrugged, "Satin never told me. To create mischief as possible, I think. We're created in groups -kinships- of seven. You know, one for each of the deadly sins. And kinships wok really well together too, we each have a role; sloth demons like me are the strategists, wrath demons are the main fighters, pride demons are good leaders, greed is a great motivator, gluttony demons see opportunities the others don't, envy demons are good at recognisance, and lust demons are great manipulators, the people demons."

Sans raised an eyebrow, "You're a great manipulator."

Falmercia waved it off, "It's easy to convince someone to make a deal for something they already want. All demons sense mortals' desires, lust demons manipulate them. I've seen lust demons convince kings to give away their kingdom, mothers sell their children and turn bothers in arms to arch-enemies in less than an hour."

Frisk's eye sockets widened with interest, and Sans understood why. Again, Falmercia never talked about herself, and never ever about other demons, besides that they could use soul magic that was.

"What were your siblings like?" Frisk asked excitedly.

"Papyrus, you said you wanted to play a game of Trivia?" Falmercia changed the subject.

"BUT FALMERCIA, FRISK'S QUESTION." Papyrus protested.

"Papyrus."

"… ALRIGHT THEN."


Falmercia always won trivia, although Frisk knew that Papyrus tried very hard. It wasn't fair! Falmercia was trapped in the void for the last know knows how many thousands of years, yet she still always seemed to know the answer.

Frisk could have sworn that the demon of cheating was cheating, but demons couldn't lie, and Falmercia claimed she wasn't.

That was why when Falmercia pushed the game of Trivia to avoid answering Frisk's question, Frisk and Sans passed. With those two duking it out, they didn't stand a chance.

Instead, Sans took this time to test Frisk on her skills. It was because of school that Frisk hadn't been able to train frequently with Sans. She was always exhausted afterwards and on her weekends Chara and Asriel stole all of her time.

Speaking of the two of them, they had gone outside to watch and cheer her on. The two of them always seemed to be fighting for her attention, but despite this, there was still no doubt that they were best friends. No, this seemed to be more of a friendly competition, and Frisk didn't know how she felt about that.

First, Sans tested her on summoning regular bones, which was somehow her weakest point. While she could always conjure to bones, she sucked at control, her patterns were always wonky and this time a few of the bones even fell over.

Secondly, Sans tested her on her special 'attack'. Frisk felt a great sense of pride swell in her soul to know that her most powerful move was purely defensive, it felt her own magic was reassuring her that she was filled with love, not LOVE.

Sans was about to test her Gaster Blaster summoning when Frisk's legs collapsed under her.

"babybones!" Sans shortcut over to her, Chara and Asriel also rushed over her.

"I'm fine," Frisk reassured him, giving him a shaky thumbs up, all out of energy, "I'm just tired."

Sans frowned, "we're only getting worse." He closed his eye-sockets angrily before reopening them.

"that's it, i'm talking to her."

"Sans…" Frisk tried to stop him, but there was no stopping him. Sans grabbed her hand and shortcut back to Falmercia's room.

"falmercia, it's been a month since we got back to the surface. we've never had more rest before, but we're only getting more tired. there has to be a different way." Sans was using his serious voice, but Falmercia only laughed with amusement.

"To be honest myself, I'm disappointed that you still haven't figured it out. I mean, you've had a month of knowing me," Falmercia gloated, making Frisk frown. She didn't want a fight, verbal or not, but it was hard to avoid one when Falmercia kept making jabs at Sans.

"cut the crap, just tell us already," Sans growled. Frisk got even more nervous, Sans tried his best to avoid swearing in front of Papyrus and herself, so he must be furious now.

"No," Falmercia smirked playfully, "I already told you, you need to give in to the soul stain's compulsions"

"i just told you! in the past few weeks frisk an' i are getting more sleep than ever!" Sans shouted, and Frisk squeaked. Sans looked down at her guiltily, before taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

"As I have told you before because I'm a demon, I don't need to eat, drink, breath or sleep. Yet I sleep all the time because I want to." Falmercia said as if that would prompt an answer from them.

"I don't get it," Frisk said quickly before Sans could shout again. "We sleep whenever we feel the urge to."

Falmercia groaned, "I give up, it's too hard to make you figure it out yourselves. You sleep out of necessity, not sloth, because you're still confusing sloth for fatigue. It doesn't matter how long you sleep if all you do is try your hardest when you're awake."

That sort of made sense, sloth wasn't fatigue, but still, "But Sans was the laziest monster in the underground, and he was still affected by the sloth stain?"

Falmercia rolled her eyes, "The laziest monster who also had the most jobs in the underground, the effort just doesn't balance out."

Sans sighed, "so, what do you suggest?"

Falmercia shrugged, "For one thing, don't bother doing the homework I set in class, I won't bother checking it. Basically, don't do anything you don't have to do, that should be a start."