- Nov 22, 2014
- 3,715
- Gender
- amab Female
- Pronouns
- She/Her
- Posting Status
- Weekly
Wednesday. Late afternoon. Chloe sits alone in a swivel chair at the front of an unused classroom. The posters announcing this date and time had been hung from walls in hallways and the student lounge and the dining hall. Each one was hand-written and hand-drawn by the Imperator Daemonicus herself.
"Come to the dark side," one of them read. "We have cookies! The Demonic Student Union is having a meeting this Wednesday at 5:00 pm in room 1666." Included was a drawing of a plate of chocolate chip cookies in the center of a pentagram with candles at each of its five points.
On another poster, the bit about the cookies was replaced with "I SUMMON THEE, DARK POWERS" in big, bold letters. Below this was a picture of a hand with black nail polish holding a smart phone. Its screen showed a text messaging program. Sent: 'remember 2 come 2 DSU meeting." Received: "kk."
Additionally, she had sent out a number of emails to people who had given her their addresses in the last few weeks. Bottles of water and a plate of cookies sat on the front desk. Most of the cookies were chocolate chip, but among them sat a single oatmeal raisin cookie. Truly, Chloe was an aspiring lord of hell.
The chalkboard had a list of bullet-pointed objectives for the meeting: 'group discussion,' 'committees,' and 'socials.' She was there ten minutes early, tapping her fingers on the front desk, nervous, waiting for people to show up. She had never been in charge of a club meeting before.
"Come to the dark side," one of them read. "We have cookies! The Demonic Student Union is having a meeting this Wednesday at 5:00 pm in room 1666." Included was a drawing of a plate of chocolate chip cookies in the center of a pentagram with candles at each of its five points.
On another poster, the bit about the cookies was replaced with "I SUMMON THEE, DARK POWERS" in big, bold letters. Below this was a picture of a hand with black nail polish holding a smart phone. Its screen showed a text messaging program. Sent: 'remember 2 come 2 DSU meeting." Received: "kk."
Additionally, she had sent out a number of emails to people who had given her their addresses in the last few weeks. Bottles of water and a plate of cookies sat on the front desk. Most of the cookies were chocolate chip, but among them sat a single oatmeal raisin cookie. Truly, Chloe was an aspiring lord of hell.
The chalkboard had a list of bullet-pointed objectives for the meeting: 'group discussion,' 'committees,' and 'socials.' She was there ten minutes early, tapping her fingers on the front desk, nervous, waiting for people to show up. She had never been in charge of a club meeting before.