When the final student Roxanne had come through the well, she had nearly fallen on Asmodeus. Placing a hand on her shoulder he assisted in steadying her, giving her a smile when she regained her bearings.

"[B]Phew... that was...[/B]" the girl spoke, her words cut short when she saw Asmodeus' current appearance.
He shrugged in response, the whole look part kind of part of the package.
"[B]Yikes. I hope this isn't permanent. I hate sleeping with a light on.[/B]" she chuckled at him.
Smirking, he glanced down at her.
"[B]Ah, I know what you mean. I prefer to play in the dark[/B]" he then lowered his sunglasses and gave her a wink.
It was then that Taiyo had come through the well. With his arrival, the shining God that stood before the group began to speak.

Immediately, Asmodeus tuned him out. Ignoring all that was pretty much said. It was nonsensical blabbering to him anyways. He didn't care, he knew full well of his purpose within the scheme of things and was happy with his job. More than being a King of Hell and the incarnation of Lust, he believed himself to represent freedom. The freedom to desire, to want, to crave. Freedoms of the heart. Leave it to the holier-than-thou goody-two-shoes up on their high thrones above with all of their restrictions, rules, laws, and regulations to deem him and his kin as 'evil', 'dark', and 'sinful'. Things to be shunned, avoided, hated, and feared. Boring, all lethally boring. How was it sinful to give into the desires of your heart and live your life freely and happily? He never understood how the practitioners of various faiths could truly enjoy their lives the way they do. He didn't think celibacy was all that fun and enjoyable. It's only natural for one to long for another's loving touch. Why reject that part of your nature? Besides, Order could not exist without a little Chaos. Just as Life cannot be without Death, and Light without Dark.

As the shining god, Utu continued to speak, they began to move. Looking at the palm of his gloved hand, he wondered how much more power this world afforded him. Would it allow him to call his underlings to this place? If it allowed his dark presence, surely it would allow his minions too. Stretching hand towards the ground, he decided to try it. He hoped that summoning a minion wouldn't adversely affect Andrew's fragile human body. He didn't really care if it got him in 'trouble'. What was they worst they could do, expel him? They would damn Andrew's bloodline if they did, but the both of them would discover other ways. All he needed this school for was to help Andrew accept his spirit and to become one. With that, he can assume full power in the human world and commit to his role more fully. 

As he focused, his Mark etched itself into the ground of the courtyard. With a crackle of electric power, the winds slightly swirled and coalesced around his Mark. With the ground blackening into a void, the long arm of a Lesser Daemon burst forth from the Mark and slowly pulled itself out of the darkness. Pulling its body completely from the Mark, the creature bowed its head low in Asmodeus' presence. Skin black, eyes a blazing crimson and form Imp-like in nature, it spoke to its King in a language unknown.

"[I]How may I serve you, my King?[/I]" its voice deep and guttural.
Pleased with himself, Asmodeus smiled and returned his minion's bow with a slight one of his own.
Looking at Andrew's luggage, he motioned towards it with a hand.
"[I]These are my belongings. Take them with you and safeguard them until I summon you again. That will be all I require for now.[/I]"
The Daemon looked at the luggage and pulled it towards him, bowing his head again once it was in its clear possession.
"[I]As you wish, my Lord.[/I]"
With that, the Daemon sank back into the Mark it came from with the luggage.
His Mark vanished moments later.

Asmodeus then shoved both of his hands into his coat pockets and followed after the group. Walking past the fountain in the center of the courtyard and making his way up the steps of the front stairs, he took in all the sights. At least whoever created this world had good taste. It seemed like they would be living comfortably in the lap of luxury. Andrew was already accustomed to that, so life here shouldn't be too different or difficult for him than from home. Asmodeus wondered if they had any servants here, that would save him from having to summon his own if so. He wondered what the teacher's would be like. What exactly is the curriculum you give to God-like figures anyways? Having been completely engrossed in his own thoughts thus far, he blinked when Utu finished speaking and vanished. The Taiyo Ghost Boy now with a solid body of his own. Aww, he would have to come up with another nickname for the boy now. Drat.