Lucifer

The bell rang. A cold, dark presence filled the crowded hallway. Sharp horns marked the beautiful figure. Embers for eyes locked onto you, a promise of his insatiable hunger for souls. Everywhere he went, students and teachers avoided him. The scent of brimstone lingered as he passed. The School Dance, almost everyone seemed to already have a date, while others, who were uninterested, went about their day. You were by your locker minding your own business when he walked up to you and abruptly pins you against the locker. He's blushing.