she woke up. As she pushed herself up, flinching when a throbbing headache ran through her, she had to blink the haze in front of her eyes away. Her whole body was sore, a dull pain running through her as she tried to move her legs.

"Jasmina, oh my God," someone exclaimed," you're alive!"

"I'm what?" she mumbled, but she was smothered into a tight hug before she could say any more.

"We all thought you were dead," the person sobbed," you've been in a coma for two days."

"I've been what?" she repeated, immediately shaken awake as she looked up at the person holding her.

Anger immediately flamed up though when she recognized Lena, the girl's eyes bloodshot and her normally glowing, chocolate skin pale. She pushed her away as hard as she could, not caring when Lena lost balance and steadied herself just in time.

"Don't fucking touch me," she snarled, before looking down at her white hospital gown," and don't tell me this is what I've been wearing the past two days?"

Before Lena could answer her attention was already gone though as she looked around. She was in a private room, her large bed by the window filling most of the space. Countless bouquets of beautifully arranged, colorful flowers filled the room, roses and lilies spilling from crystal vases.

She almost sighed, glad that whatever weird medically induced hallucination she had had over hell was just that - a hallucination.

And then a guy with horns walked in the room.

"Hello," he said as he knocked on the door," I was wondering when you'd wake up. That was quite the journey to Earth, wasn't it?"

Jasmina blinked as she looked at him, for once in her life at a loss for words.

"Who's this?" Lena said, a confused frown on her face.

"A human!" he exclaimed excitedly as he walked towards Lena," been quite some time since I've seen a live one -" He turned towards Jasmina then, grimacing as he held his hands up in a pacifying move. "Sorry gorgeous, you were dead when I saw you in hell."

"Hell?" Lena blinked.

"Don't worry," he smiled," you'll forget this soon enough."

He touched her forehead then, gazes locked as he whispered to her.

"Go home," he said," this never happened. I'm just a new prodigial transfer student that Jasmina's dear parents offered housing to."

The skin he was touching glowed orange then and silver circles formed like ripples. Lena's eyes were blank, glowing a misty gray and she nodded.

As soon as he let her go, she walked away without saying another word and closed the door behind her. The thud echoed through the room, leaving Jasmina behind with him.

He turned towards her then and she couldn't help but admire him for a second. Jet black hair was brushed out of his face, his red lips standing out against his fair skin. They seemed stained rather than flushed naturally, as if he had taken a sip of wine and it had all spilled down his chin. All the light seemed to be absorbed in his silken locks, like even the rays of the sun wouldn't be able to escape from his hungry eyes. She recognized them, knew them - they were the kind of eyes that were normal in her society after all.

There was something hauntingly beautiful about him though, it lied in his defined cheekbones, in the hollow of his collarbones, sliding across his straight nose. She knew, just knew that if she touched him, despite the enticing smile, she would cut herself on the sharp edges and he would lick up the blood dripping on his lips, not caring for the slaughter he left behind. And as he flashed his teeth at her, all doubt about it all flew out of her mind.

There was nothing human in his smile after all.

"I'm the first sin to join you," he said as he spread his arms wide," aren't you overjoyed? I'm the most fun after all."

"Hopefully," she said," otherwise I'll have a headache seven times over."

"You're quite the feisty one," he whistled," but that's exactly how I like them."

He was immediately by her side then, leaning on her hospital bed, hands on either side of her, before dipping his head. As he licked his lips she couldn't help but imagine him easily reaching down her throat and grabbing her soul, taking a bite out of the rotten black and enjoying the ashen taste.

"I go by Gula," he said then, a smirk playing on his lips," or Gluttony, whichever translation you prefer."

"I am not going to call you Gluttony," she said with distaste," imagine the looks. Also, ditch the tacky horns, they're ugly."

"These?" he said as he tapped on his head," they're just for decoration. Don't worry, only you can see them, I wanted to surprise you - give you the full sinful experience."

"I don't need it," she smiled as she put a hand on his chest and pushed him away," and give me another name to call you."

"Gula is quite trendy, if I say so myself," he said as he snapped his fingers, his horns vanishing in the air.

"Don't you have your name from your past life or something?" she frowned," I'm sure your parents couldn't have named you Gluttony."

Something dark flashed in his eyes then, but it was gone as soon as it came when he ran a hand over the lilies on her bedside table, each one withering immediately by his touch.

"We sins don't speak about our past life with each other," he said," it's one of the rules."

She lifted her head, eyebrows raised and cockiness impersonified.

"Good thing I'm not one of the sins then."

He grabbed her chin, leaning in again as faint amusement gleamed in his eyes. And then, before she could ask him what he was doing, he softly grazed his lips across her neck.

"You're so untamed, I just want to take a bite out of you," he whispered against her skin, his ice cold breath running a shiver down her spine.

"Save your weird kinks for later," she said as she pushed him back to eye level.

"I didn't think you'd reject me like this," he pouted.

She tilted her head, brushing across his ear, before biting it.

"I never said I'd rejected it," she said.

A bright smile lit up his face as he pulled back, the puncture wound in his ear bleeding for a second but the red dissolving as quickly as it came, genuine excitement written across his face.

"I have a feeling we're going to get along really well, Jasmina Nawar," he said.

"I never heard that one before," she said, an amused smile playing on her lips.

He grinned, before snapping his fingers and transporting them. They were standing in her room then, only her hospital gown the same. His simple shirt and jeans were replaced by something designer now as he threw himself on the bordeaux duvet of her gigantic bed.

"School will be fun," he exclamated," the devil never lets me play, so I'm looking forward to it."

"Never mind that, my parents' apparent prodigial charity case," she said," can I use magic too?"

"No," he said," only if you become a sin like the rest of us. It's quite fun, you know, outside of the whole living eternally in hell thing."

"A small thing," she said with raised eyebrows.

"Indeed," he nodded," we're on the same wavelength."

"Change my clothes too," she said then as she waved to the white cloth she was dressed in," this is hideous."

"Remember gorgeous," he smiled then," you're supposed to better your life, not command the sins sent to show you how not to do it around."

"Ah fuck, I forgot," she said, before quickly correcting herself with a bright smile," I mean, of course, my dearest house guest. Is there anything you need?"

"I have a list actually," he said as he waved a hand, before giving her a long piece of paper.

"Couldn't you just make this appear out of the air too?" she said through gritted teeth, her smile forced.

"Yeah," he smiled pleasantly.

"I really wonder what you did wrong in your past life," she said, sarcasm dripping off her words.

His reaction was less apparent this time though, just a slight contraction of his face, and it really did make her wonder what he had done. And even though she didn't care about other people, some curious part of her really wanted to find out.

"Just get me my stuff, you selfless angel," he smiled.

"Of course," she beamed at him with her most fake smile," whatever you need. I'll get you your - Jesus Christ, really? Where the hell do you need a silk robe sown by seven blind nuns for?"

"To parade around with," he said with a smug smile.

"You -" she began, before calming herself," you know, if you want to do that, you should. I'll just go find seven blind nuns who want to do that in a second."

"You're the best sinner ever, gorgeous!" he shouted after her as she walked to the door.

She whispered curse words under her breath, but just as she opened the door he called out again for the last time.

"It's Daichi," he said.

She turned around, eyebrows raised.

"Another weird request?" she said.

"No," he smiled," my name."

Her lips parted in surprise, before she nodded slowly.

"It's a nice name," she said.

And then she closed the door.